Looks like it didn't take that long for accommodations after all.
[ Dokja is in the hallway outside of the rooms currently, in which he is wearing different clothes today with a sword at his hip.
But he also has a different set of company at his side, a white furred medium-dog-sized fox trailing at his side that perks with interest. Long nine tails flick behind it, fur a striking white but seems to aesthetically hold a bit of twinkling to it-- like stars among the white fur. ]
This is Jin, she's my daemon companion from my events before here.
[mikazuki has also changed into his new attire, wearing a sword of his own. though it takes him. a second. an hour. to wander out into the hallway considering how much he is wearing,]
Oh, my... How good to meet you, Jin.
[he holds his hand out to the daemon, curious. his expression settles into a smile]
You remind me of a good friend. Shall I give you a pet?
[ 18. You open a door and find yourself falling, falling, falling. There is nothing to catch yourself on. Are you falling for minutes, or is it hours? It's hard to tell. The ground comes rushing up to meet you, and you black out. You find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and sore all over but with no visible injuries. Only four minutes have passed.
sure why not
that said jiji has not quite opened this door, instead first turning to kim dokja when he meets him in the hall]
[ Jin yips softly, all nine of her tails wagging as she catches sight of Jiji coming over. ]
First the excursion and now today. The days seem to stretch on longer. [ despite getting a lot of finger points, Dokja doesn't seem too stressed out. ]
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
The unit is too far - they cannot assist. Taira no Masakado lives, when history dictates that he should not.
The ground beneath your feet quakes. The world slows to a stop. All humans are frozen - until they reanimate moments later… but they hardly retain their humanity. Their words are traded for screams, anguished and distorted. Their blades are turned upon one another without care or concern. What will follow will be endless bloodshed until not one human remains on this planet - they will lead to their own destruction.
The time government has made its decision. This timeline has been lost.
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It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You approach him.
“Who are you?” he asks, and you offer nothing more than a crescent of a smile.
“A friend,” you say, for you always introduce yourself the same way. “To those who must play a tragic role in history.”
Those who must die, for the sake of humanity. Those who must betray friends and family, for the course of the future. Those who are regarded as villains, who perform the most treacherous acts of all, because if they did not - they will destroy everything that comes after them.
Those who do not have the choice to be kind - not until you arrive.
You tell him that he will lose, but he must fight - for that is history. To even bear this message is the greatest taboo to be committed. Humans should not know of you Touken Danshi - you Sword Warriors - and instead be puppeted by strings outside their control in order to fall in line with history on their own.
(How could you accept that?)
“Do you tell everyone who must die that their fate is coming?” he questions you, but his grin is all teeth. A man backed into a corner - told his future and yet still intending to rebel.
(Good, you think. Rebel. Claim your life as your own.)
You do not answer him, and only smile instead. Though from his next laugh that follows, you imagine he must read the truth in your eyes.
“Oi… You’re too kind, Mikazuki,” he says then. And with the audacity that could only belong to a dead man walking, he tells you, “If you get too close to the losers, before long, you’ll share their fate.”
Despite what you have said, he continues to question the logic of your current system:
“What exactly is history? Old documents? Old artifacts? The fragrance of flowers, songs and poems. If something isn’t handed down, did it never exist? Of course not.”
It is a bold statement to make to you - the most beautiful blade to have never seen battle. To be so regarded as a treasure that you were kept longer than almost all else. Your existence is certain. Your mark on history is never in doubt.
But there are so many people - so many lives - that can be so easily lost.
You shake your head and begin to leave - but a thought occurs to you. A flash of a face appears in your mind’s eye… and you remember of this bold young sword. Suishinshi Masahide.
‘I don’t know how much I can do, but back then, Mikazuki Munechika’s eyes shone with a sadness. If possible, I would like to save him.’
To be saved… Is such a fate in reach for you?
Something in your chest aches - even now, you are still cared for. Even now, no matter the blood upon your blade and the rebellion in your heart.
How does kindness always manage to cut so deeply?
“‘Why did you rebel and name yourself the New Emperor.’ … Someday, someone will appear to ask you that question,” you tell Taira no Masakado as you turn to leave. “When that time comes, please answer them honestly.”
This is what little you can do.
Even this much - you have nearly been broken for it before, and you imagine that you will not stop until you are broken for good. But you are Mikazuki Munechika, and in the darkness of the ties of fate and tragedy, isn’t the little light of the crescent moon better than nothing at all?
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It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
This time, you loose your arrow. It finds its target upon his skull.
[ When you awake to your senses, it's filled with nothing but pain. Your body has been torn apart again and again- enough to cause your mind to break down. Despite this shock, your body was still alive. Your party members were shocked by your miserable appearance but they shouldn't stop. It is not meant to be for you to live. You stare at your loyal and dependable companions, exhausted and tired. Forced to fight you despite not wanting to, pressured to by your words and encouragement. Each of them filled with despair, that they would have to strike you down just to live. However, it had to be this way. If not you- then who else? It was better that it was you that was in this position. ]
Con... tinue.
[ If they didn't do it now, there wouldn’t be another chance.
[A few constellations have noticed your sacrifice.] [Many constellations are amazed by your will.]
However, if there was one person you could rely on to finish the job, it was him.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Jonghyuk had risen from the stone wall and was watching you.
You almost laugh at the expression he makes. He can't change what has already happened, and he knows that. Because it's Yoo Joonghyuk, he has already accepted that he would have to kill you. That's what you think even as you can see that he believes it should be him in this spot and not you.
When Yoo Joonghyuk rushes to you, every hit with his blade against your body makes you feel weaker and weaker. He doesn't say anything but his despair is conveyed every time the blade cuts you. You know this isn't enough. You know it and he knows it. You usher him to use the proper blade- he hesitates with a response, gaze hard as he stares at you.
"...If I use this, you can't be ressurected."
Yoo Joonghyuk thinks too much and you know this. You know he's worried about the scenario being ruined, however now was the time to use that blade. It had to be done if they hoped to win. Text appears on the screen beside you in that moment.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ feels despair.] [The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is sighing deeply.] [The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is holding her breath.]
Yes... you're aware that by that blade, all of your chances of coming back may be gone. This could be your final farewell.
The party members were running. They cried, screamed or were filled with deep anger. Everyone was coming towards you. Your vision gradually diminishes and all the characters became the landscape. You saw them and laughed.
「 Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most. 」
You had forgotten. All prophecies couldn't be interpreted literally. In this Star Stream, people were stories.
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ is looking at you.]
As the gazes of countless stars in the sky poured towards you, a story was running towards you. Parents, friends and lovers were all stories. This wasn’t the Ways of Survival you knew but— It was a story more wonderful than Ways of Survival.
[A constellation of a small planet is looking at you.] [All the constellations on the Korean Peninsula are looking at you.]
It was your story. You laughed as Yoo Jonghyuk's sword pierced your heart.
[ Your fate has been realized. ]
Your body slowly sinks down and you can feel Yoo Jonghyuk hold onto you. “Kim Dokja.” You choke a bit on blood, spilling from your lips as your peer at the man with a smile. ]
It was a really great story, isn't that right?
[ Yoo Jonghyuk stares down at you silently. You couldn’t find any words and just watched. It was as if you had always been meant to do this. That's what you believe.
[The effect of the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds has destroyed all remaining extra lives.] [You can no longer resurrect.]
You finally look up at the sky. The clusters of nebulae were in the center of the night sky. Vedas, Olympus, Papyrus... You would never forget what they had done. Then the sky blinked.
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
The stars shone brightly as if in response to your will.
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ doesn’t wish for your death.] [The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ doesn’t wish for your death.] [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
You look at the sky and laugh. Due to these guys, you hated the constellations but you couldn't hate the story. ]
Let's meet again, Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from you. A small black hole appeared in the air behind you. Your body was slowly being sucked into it. Your legs, your torso, your arms... it's a strange sensation as they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in.
"Kim Dokja! No! Kim Dokja!"
At the last moment, he tightly held you by the neck. However, it was already too late.
Your vision turns black and you are sucked into an empty void. ]
[ Dokja seems to be making his way back to his own room, stopping at his door when he glances over and sees him. Jin is already trotting on over to jiji to greet. hewwo hewwo]
I did want to check in with you, I don't suppose you had a dream last night as well?
[ WE'RE GOING TO THE STATION idk where i was never in that game so we leave it up to rng or you choose a location of your choice. what should we throw these old men into ]
I won't say no to exploring with some company.
[ jin welcomes a pet with an affectionate nudge and Dokja will. take that hand to hold yes. touch week.... ]
despite finding a body there earlier that day, mikazuki remains in the courtyard. he admires the different flowers as he sings a song - the notes and words of it drifting through the quiet of the garden.]
Pon, pon... Can you hear it? The sound of flowers buds opening. Bloom like this pure flower. Beneath it lays the muddy water. Be pure like this flower.
[though as he makes eye contact with kim dokja, he offers a smile before plucking a red camellia from the garden and offering it out to him]
mikazuki will appear at his door - but he honestly doesn't really expect much of an answer. if he's truly impossible to find, then mikazuki will simply leave a bundled set of flowers: shion flowers, white camellia, and a lotus.
the ribbon is fastened with a crescent moon charm.]
[ luckily kdj will be in his room, if the sound of muffled whining coming from behind the door with scratches alerting of the daemon within is any indication.
if mikazuki tries the door, it'll be unlocked though! ]
at some point after trial. kdj will get a message via typewriter]
Dear Kim Dokja,
I would find it remarkable indeed if Yoo Joonghyuk has not already informed you of what trespassed, but even if he did not, I would like to tell you myself. The reason why I do not approach you directly is because I have been stabbed and instructed to rest, though I am sure that comes as no surprise and I hold little grudge over it. Furthermore, I also do not wish to introduce my company upon you if I am not forgiven. The heart is a curious thing, and if some disdain remains, even that I will understand.
Even still, if I may selfishly impose upon you only but once, I hope to express this: I shall never forgive the Nightman for introducing the darkness upon me, to kill a man that I respect, and to invite hurt upon you. It is not as though I am a blade who is unfamiliar with killing - but I know the troubles of separation, again and again, from those you hold dear.
I do wish for your happiness. I am relieved you are reunited again. I hope that this union lasts long and well.
It is never a pleasant thing to see the death of someone you hold close. But, it was because of me that Yoo Joonghyuk was forced to live over one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-four lives. Suffering time again and again, losing those he cares about.
I can only really hold disdain with myself over all others. So you won't find any grudge from me. Despite the turn of events, I cannot wholly blame you for what happened. As you've said yourself, the Nightman is the root of all of this.
If anything is more deserving of it it is our esteemed host.
..I do apologize if it was at his hands you were stabbed though. And I never thanked you directly the night before, but I appreciated what efforts you made to see Jin was taken care of. [ and himself of course. ]
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week 0, saturday
mikazuki munechika will perk up when he sees kim dokja and begin to walk in his direction, expression already amused]
It seems that you have avoided being sealed by Yoo Joonghyuk. You were quite the wanted man...
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[ dokja looks completely amused by this. ] It's normal behavior. A lot of bark, not too much bite.
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w0, sunday.
[ Dokja is in the hallway outside of the rooms currently, in which he is wearing different clothes today with a sword at his hip.
But he also has a different set of company at his side, a white furred medium-dog-sized fox trailing at his side that perks with interest. Long nine tails flick behind it, fur a striking white but seems to aesthetically hold a bit of twinkling to it-- like stars among the white fur. ]
This is Jin, she's my daemon companion from my events before here.
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Oh, my... How good to meet you, Jin.
[he holds his hand out to the daemon, curious. his expression settles into a smile]
You remind me of a good friend. Shall I give you a pet?
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week 0, monday
sure why not
that said jiji has not quite opened this door, instead first turning to kim dokja when he meets him in the hall]
Oh? Exploring as well, I take it?
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With so many doors to explore, makes you curious, doesn't it?
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w0, saturday.
Mikazuki Munechika. [ Jin jogs a little over, coming to circle jiji with curious sniffs at him. as if checking him over ] How are you feeling?
[ your face stab... ]
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Like I have been stabbed in the face.
[SOUND LIKE YOU CARE MORE]
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week 1, post-execution
My, if it is not my comrade in burial.
[terrible sentiment]
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It was a bit surprising to hear it happened to three of us. Doing any better?
[ and only claude was the one to share all the details, dream and all. me looking at mikazuki and kdj keeping hush about their dreams like I See ]
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week 2, post-trial
mikazuki is approaching - slowly, gingerly - with two cups and a bottle of sake]
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[ Jin yips softly, all nine of her tails wagging as she catches sight of Jiji coming over. ]
First the excursion and now today. The days seem to stretch on longer. [ despite getting a lot of finger points, Dokja doesn't seem too stressed out. ]
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week 3, monday
[a greeting anD THEN STARDUST
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
The unit is too far - they cannot assist. Taira no Masakado lives, when history dictates that he should not.
The ground beneath your feet quakes. The world slows to a stop. All humans are frozen - until they reanimate moments later… but they hardly retain their humanity. Their words are traded for screams, anguished and distorted. Their blades are turned upon one another without care or concern. What will follow will be endless bloodshed until not one human remains on this planet - they will lead to their own destruction.
The time government has made its decision. This timeline has been lost.
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You approach him.
“Who are you?” he asks, and you offer nothing more than a crescent of a smile.
“A friend,” you say, for you always introduce yourself the same way. “To those who must play a tragic role in history.”
Those who must die, for the sake of humanity. Those who must betray friends and family, for the course of the future. Those who are regarded as villains, who perform the most treacherous acts of all, because if they did not - they will destroy everything that comes after them.
Those who do not have the choice to be kind - not until you arrive.
You tell him that he will lose, but he must fight - for that is history. To even bear this message is the greatest taboo to be committed. Humans should not know of you Touken Danshi - you Sword Warriors - and instead be puppeted by strings outside their control in order to fall in line with history on their own.
(How could you accept that?)
“Do you tell everyone who must die that their fate is coming?” he questions you, but his grin is all teeth. A man backed into a corner - told his future and yet still intending to rebel.
(Good, you think. Rebel. Claim your life as your own.)
You do not answer him, and only smile instead. Though from his next laugh that follows, you imagine he must read the truth in your eyes.
“Oi… You’re too kind, Mikazuki,” he says then. And with the audacity that could only belong to a dead man walking, he tells you, “If you get too close to the losers, before long, you’ll share their fate.”
Despite what you have said, he continues to question the logic of your current system:
“What exactly is history? Old documents? Old artifacts? The fragrance of flowers, songs and poems. If something isn’t handed down, did it never exist? Of course not.”
It is a bold statement to make to you - the most beautiful blade to have never seen battle. To be so regarded as a treasure that you were kept longer than almost all else. Your existence is certain. Your mark on history is never in doubt.
But there are so many people - so many lives - that can be so easily lost.
You shake your head and begin to leave - but a thought occurs to you. A flash of a face appears in your mind’s eye… and you remember of this bold young sword. Suishinshi Masahide.
‘I don’t know how much I can do, but back then, Mikazuki Munechika’s eyes shone with a sadness. If possible, I would like to save him.’
To be saved… Is such a fate in reach for you?
Something in your chest aches - even now, you are still cared for. Even now, no matter the blood upon your blade and the rebellion in your heart.
How does kindness always manage to cut so deeply?
“‘Why did you rebel and name yourself the New Emperor.’ … Someday, someone will appear to ask you that question,” you tell Taira no Masakado as you turn to leave. “When that time comes, please answer them honestly.”
This is what little you can do.
Even this much - you have nearly been broken for it before, and you imagine that you will not stop until you are broken for good. But you are Mikazuki Munechika, and in the darkness of the ties of fate and tragedy, isn’t the little light of the crescent moon better than nothing at all?
It is March 25th. The year is 940.
Taira no Masakado begins his siege upon the central government. There are a great number of theories as to why he pursued his rebellion. Some believe it to be to protect the common folk against tyranny. Others to say that it was done to gain independence. He is a fearsome warrior, with enough strength to rival even you Sword Warriors. He is gallant, and awe-inspiring. Any would be honored to have him for a master.
You watch the unit seeking to fulfill this mission - in order for the mission to succeed, Taira no Masakado cannot win. You stand by, a bow held in one hand and an arrow in the other.
Bodies fall one after another until finally he declares, “I am the new emperor!!”
This time, you loose your arrow. It finds its target upon his skull.
“Goodbye, my friend.”
History is restored. ]
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[ When you awake to your senses, it's filled with nothing but pain. Your body has been torn apart again and again- enough to cause your mind to break down. Despite this shock, your body was still alive. Your party members were shocked by your miserable appearance but they shouldn't stop. It is not meant to be for you to live. You stare at your loyal and dependable companions, exhausted and tired. Forced to fight you despite not wanting to, pressured to by your words and encouragement. Each of them filled with despair, that they would have to strike you down just to live. However, it had to be this way. If not you- then who else? It was better that it was you that was in this position. ]
Con... tinue.
[ If they didn't do it now, there wouldn’t be another chance.
[A few constellations have noticed your sacrifice.]
[Many constellations are amazed by your will.]
However, if there was one person you could rely on to finish the job, it was him.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Jonghyuk had risen from the stone wall and was watching you.
You almost laugh at the expression he makes. He can't change what has already happened, and he knows that. Because it's Yoo Joonghyuk, he has already accepted that he would have to kill you. That's what you think even as you can see that he believes it should be him in this spot and not you.
When Yoo Joonghyuk rushes to you, every hit with his blade against your body makes you feel weaker and weaker. He doesn't say anything but his despair is conveyed every time the blade cuts you. You know this isn't enough. You know it and he knows it. You usher him to use the proper blade- he hesitates with a response, gaze hard as he stares at you.
"...If I use this, you can't be ressurected."
Yoo Joonghyuk thinks too much and you know this. You know he's worried about the scenario being ruined, however now was the time to use that blade. It had to be done if they hoped to win. Text appears on the screen beside you in that moment.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ feels despair.]
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is sighing deeply.]
[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is holding her breath.]
Yes... you're aware that by that blade, all of your chances of coming back may be gone. This could be your final farewell.
The party members were running. They cried, screamed or were filled with deep anger. Everyone was coming towards you. Your vision gradually diminishes and all the characters became the landscape. You saw them and laughed.
You had forgotten. All prophecies couldn't be interpreted literally. In this Star Stream, people were stories.
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ is looking at you.]
As the gazes of countless stars in the sky poured towards you, a story was running towards you. Parents, friends and lovers were all stories. This wasn’t the Ways of Survival you knew but— It was a story more wonderful than Ways of Survival.
[A constellation of a small planet is looking at you.]
[All the constellations on the Korean Peninsula are looking at you.]
It was your story. You laughed as Yoo Jonghyuk's sword pierced your heart.
Your body slowly sinks down and you can feel Yoo Jonghyuk hold onto you. “Kim Dokja.” You choke a bit on blood, spilling from your lips as your peer at the man with a smile. ]
It was a really great story, isn't that right?
[ Yoo Jonghyuk stares down at you silently. You couldn’t find any words and just watched. It was as if you had always been meant to do this. That's what you believe.
[The effect of the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds has destroyed all remaining extra lives.]
[You can no longer resurrect.]
You finally look up at the sky. The clusters of nebulae were in the center of the night sky. Vedas, Olympus, Papyrus... You would never forget what they had done. Then the sky blinked.
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
The stars shone brightly as if in response to your will.
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
You look at the sky and laugh. Due to these guys, you hated the constellations but you couldn't hate the story. ]
Let's meet again, Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from you. A small black hole appeared in the air behind you. Your body was slowly being sucked into it. Your legs, your torso, your arms... it's a strange sensation as they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in.
"Kim Dokja! No! Kim Dokja!"
At the last moment, he tightly held you by the neck. However, it was already too late.
Your vision turns black and you are sucked into an empty void. ]
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w3, friday.
[ Dokja seems to be making his way back to his own room, stopping at his door when he glances over and sees him. Jin is already trotting on over to jiji to greet. hewwo hewwo]
I did want to check in with you, I don't suppose you had a dream last night as well?
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I did, I did. I believe the subject was some type of game?
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w3, sunday.
[ hello jiji, we are in the void cause idk where to dump us. Jin prances on over to greet Jiji as per the norm, wagging her tails with a soft yip. ]
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Do you suppose? I found it rather cool, comparatively.
[trial was so fucking tense]
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week 4, monday
who knows but mikazuki will see kim dokja and nod toward him with a smile. if jin is around then she too will get pets]
Shall we explore this week, Kim Dokja?
[he holds his hand out... touch week]
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I won't say no to exploring with some company.
[ jin welcomes a pet with an affectionate nudge and Dokja will. take that hand to hold yes. touch week.... ]
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w4, saturday.
[ hello... we meet again. kdj looks tired but. no surprise there.
Jin is of course here, though she looks a little lost, as if something is different tonight and she doesn't yet understand why. ]
It's been a long day, hasn't it?
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An emotional one, for certain.
[even if he personally didn't shed any tears, it was hard to not be affected]
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week 5, post-body
despite finding a body there earlier that day, mikazuki remains in the courtyard. he admires the different flowers as he sings a song - the notes and words of it drifting through the quiet of the garden.]
Pon, pon... Can you hear it?
The sound of flowers buds opening.
Bloom like this pure flower.
Beneath it lays the muddy water.
Be pure like this flower.
[though as he makes eye contact with kim dokja, he offers a smile before plucking a red camellia from the garden and offering it out to him]
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Dokja though glances at the offered flower, curious before he takes it carefully. ]
..Flowers offer a lot of meaning in their way, don't they?
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w5, saturday.
Mikazuki Munechika. Holding up alright? [ rough day.... ]
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mikazuki munechika will just be having tea in the courtyard, as he. always is.]
... it is a Saturday.
[so yea he's holding up but he's not happy about it. he assumes that to be the case for everyone]
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week 6, friday
mikazuki will appear at his door - but he honestly doesn't really expect much of an answer. if he's truly impossible to find, then mikazuki will simply leave a bundled set of flowers: shion flowers, white camellia, and a lotus.
the ribbon is fastened with a crescent moon charm.]
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if mikazuki tries the door, it'll be unlocked though! ]
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week 6, post-trial
at some point after trial. kdj will get a message via typewriter]
Dear Kim Dokja,
I would find it remarkable indeed if Yoo Joonghyuk has not already informed you of what trespassed, but even if he did not, I would like to tell you myself. The reason why I do not approach you directly is because I have been stabbed and instructed to rest, though I am sure that comes as no surprise and I hold little grudge over it. Furthermore, I also do not wish to introduce my company upon you if I am not forgiven. The heart is a curious thing, and if some disdain remains, even that I will understand.
Even still, if I may selfishly impose upon you only but once, I hope to express this: I shall never forgive the Nightman for introducing the darkness upon me, to kill a man that I respect, and to invite hurt upon you. It is not as though I am a blade who is unfamiliar with killing - but I know the troubles of separation, again and again, from those you hold dear.
I do wish for your happiness. I am relieved you are reunited again. I hope that this union lasts long and well.
Your Friend,
Mikazuki Munechika
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I can only really hold disdain with myself over all others. So you won't find any grudge from me. Despite the turn of events, I cannot wholly blame you for what happened. As you've said yourself, the Nightman is the root of all of this.
If anything is more deserving of it it is our esteemed host.
..I do apologize if it was at his hands you were stabbed though. And I never thanked you directly the night before, but I appreciated what efforts you made to see Jin was taken care of. [ and himself of course. ]
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