[ it's familiar, isn't it..? besides ami's voice, there's familiar whispers. an itch of a thought. is there a smile, in the blood?
better not look. better follow nagako. better cut down another ghost, another demon, another and another and another.
a bull-faced beast with spider legs is brought to the ground. a woman with a gaping mouth and a long neck whips past, a banshee shriek on the wind. ]
You shouldn't. [ comforting answer, ghost. ] You're alive. Better to tune it out, it's the place fucking with you.
[ a creature with eyes on its shoulders, eating everything and anything, tears across the rocks, barreling towards them. another, and another, and another threat. another fight. another human nearly lost. another person in danger.
[ If he had the room to think, he'd be amused that thinking really is overrated. But all of his energy, all of his focus is on moving forward. He's...well fine probably isn't the word, but most of this blood isn't his (if only all blood wasn't a hazard for him.) The shriek only gets him to pause momentarily.
At some point he remembers to answer the question he hears, even if it's more than several seconds delayed. ]
Voices aren't fucking new, but they're always fucking annoying.
[Don't look at the blood. Don't look at the smiles. Just keep going, let your intuition guide you. Your reflexes know better than your mind when it comes to protection from threats.
...or at least Rin keeps telling himself that.]
Yeah, well, I wish it'd stop mimicking my brother's voice, I know he's not dead.
[He complains because it's honestly bothering him and he's trying not to be too distracted by the very targeted put-downs as he runs to keep up with the others. There's still people to protect, monsters to fight. He can't slow down, he can't stop to think.
[ akira, you're used to the blood. you're used to the voices. you've seen worse, haven't you? heard worse? done worse? your gloves are stained with the blood of others, so what's a little more. and ami's voice calls, but it's called before.
but there's a giggle, twisted and distant, as ami cries out suddenly. then - a̵ḱi͜r̷á.̶.. a͏r̵e ͜yo͢u͟ com̧ing̡? ̡is̀n͠'͠t̵ it͞ t̡i͝me ͡to̧ ͟p̷la͏y?
wouldn't it just be easier to let go? there are so many ghosts and monsters still coming. one slices and slashes at him and nagako, claws so stained with blood that they're black. another is simply desperate for survival, trying to take advantage of this distraction. ]
Don't give it ammunition. [ don't just say things like that and tempt fate?
yukio laughs. he laughs, and he laughs, and laughs and laughs and laughs. it's mocking and terrible, rather than pleading for help. like it knows this will get under his skin and take root better than anything else.
but there's a figure running straight at you, rin, that manages to get past your new ghost friend as you all keep climbing, keep trying, keep going. its arms are outstretched to grab you.
better draw your sword on it before it comes for your head. ]
[ Washing the blood off your hands is easy. It's the memories that are the problem. He's seen so many, so much more now since he's been here, and he'll continue to see more as people bleed, as people die because he can't just look away. No matter where he is, he's never really turned his head.
That voice is the last thing he needed right now. He knows that she's not here, but that matters much less when the memories are in his own blood, always with him. ]
Shut the fuck up!! [ Yelled as he executes a slash, not caring that he gets hit in return if it means he can take off its head. Nagako howls. ]
Though Rin doesn't yell that, since Akira did already.
Instead, he draws his sword and extends it out as the figure rushes at him, ready to strike them down before they can get close. His mind is buzzing from all of the voices he hears, but he can't let himself get distracted. He has to protect these people.]
[ the giggling intensifies, even as akira brings down another enemy. it becomes a string of laughter, as ami's pleas for help begin to be drowned out. oniichan..!!
another familiar voice, strained and bristled, ready for a fight. fuck you! who do you think - and then an anguished scream.
your sword strikes true, rin.
the only problem with that is the smiling face, the bleeding eyes, ears, nose, mouth. the crinkled crows feet from hundreds of familiar smiles. the shock of white.
the chorus of familiar voices, yukio leading the charge. suriel, allen, xie lian, tsurumaru -
your fault. your fault your fault your fau̷l̡t ̷ y̷our͡ ͝f͜auĺt͠ ̢ýo̷ur ̧f́aul̸t̴ yo̸u̡r̢f͡ault̛Y͠OUR̴F́A͠UL͜TYO͟ƯR̴F͏AU̢L̕T ]
[ His head is spinning, but that's not a surprise. There's so many voices in his head, more than there should be. If Akira had more of a sense of the moment, he might have picked up on the fact that it's odd that he's hearing more than one familiar voice, a veritable multitude of cries and screams. They're not all familiar, at least in the usual sense of the word; is the death of a young girl he never met, tortured, limbs ripped off then sewn back together in a mockery of play intimate just because he relived her death as if it was his own?
Why he's reliving deaths he's seen before is a good question, a warning sign. He's too preoccupied to even give it a thought. The spray of blood from sword through flesh is just another one to add to the pile, and another one, and another one, and another one.
The world goes reder still, and Akira doesn't think. He doesn't think and he doesn't notice the misplaced sound of flesh stretching and contorting. Actually can he think? No, more importantly than that: is he Akira? He doesn't care.
The sword goes flying, into an enemy but he disregards it, he doesn't need it. He charges forward and pierces the next one, not with his fist but with a tentacle.
[Rin probably would have noticed and made a comment about the tentacle if he had the presence of mind to do so. But when his target changes to an image that has haunted his nightmares for months, Rin practically feels his heart stop.]
Old man?
[It's barely a whisper, and the shock quickly shifts to horror as he yanks the sword out and goes to catch his father. He should have expected a dead man to show up here, and yet he is still surprised. He's quietly going 'no no no' under his breath as he tries to drown out the chorus of voices blaming him, as if he didn't already blame himself. Old wounds are opened right up, and suddenly Rin forgets absolutely everything going on around him.]
[ akira is doing amazing. none of the ghosts are necessarily surprised by the sudden, ghoulish appearance of their newfound companions here, but the tentacle does take them off guard. the one that akira attacks is gored, pierced straight through in a terrible horror show amidst a sea of blood and bodies already. the humans have been sheltered away to the side - so there won't be any casualties caused by these two, yet - but their ghost friend is calling for them.
kaguya laughs even more. ami and amanome are drowned out by the laughter, and something seems to pulse across the mountain. it feeds off the bloodshed, the anguish, the anger, and the negative energy that sinks like a stone in your stomachs falls deeper and deeper, heavier and heavier.
there are more enemies, akira. they surround you with familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. they attack. they hurt you. there are claws and teeth and weapons being turned against you. but you hurt them back, don't you?
the facsimile that rin faces keeps smiling, strained and remorseful but regardless understanding. the sword has run him through exactly where he'd dealt his own killing blow, if only to keep his precious son safe. the sword wrenches a little as if stuck, straining, but it still comes free.
one hand lifts to your face, rin. it's bloody, leaves a smear of it across your cheek. your father's touch is cold and miserable and dead. your fault.
and then the smile gets wider. and wider. and wider still. impossibly stretched, no longer the good humored kindness you grew up with. shiro fujimoto's cold, dead hands wrap around your throat, and they squeeze.
[ Fighting back is the only thing he wants. Fighting, fighting, fighting, more blood that spurs him on even as it reverberates against his curse. He doesn't have room for anything else.
Rin is on his own, cause Akira isn't stopping. Cuts and injuries are fine in the face of the monster he's become. ]
[Rin is on his own and is gasping for air because wow that is a tight grip. It's not until he's already grabbed that he finally thinks to fight back.
The angle is awkward because of how close this demonic-looking Shiro is, but he's trying to hit him with Kurikara like one would hit something with a blunt object over the head. No stabs, only clubbing. Let go of him u freak.]
[ fresh blood and rotten alike are spilled as akira rampages through the fight, a crowd converging as the forces on the mountain swarm in a rolling wave. the kiln calls. it squeezes so tight, getting a firm grip on the one it's claimed. somewhere, in the far distance, a trumpet sounds a battle cry - announcing the arrival of something more.
that's not for them to worry about, right now.
something wrenches akira's arm, something with teeth. there's hot blood, fresh, and the crack of something important. nothing to worry about. the rake of claws, filthy and grasping. nothing to worry about. fight! fight! f̕i͠g̵h҉̸̡t̸͞!̷̷
the freak that wears your father's face lets go after a few, blunt hits, rin. mostly because its skull caves, as if rotten. it stops wearing shiro's face, but it does lunge for your sword arm with sharp teeth, and you're in the middle of the struggle still. you don't go unnoticed. another, massive beast barrels forward, arms swinging to try and take you and the shapeshifter down. ]
[ What is important? He probably couldn't even define the word right now, let alone what's important to him, who's important to him. His arms may be tentacles now but the rest of him is still mostly human, with all the human weaknesses to exploit.
But who cares, there's more things left to fight. Slowing down doesn't mean he needs to stop. ]
[ no. akira does not need to stop. he can keep going, and going, and going - after all, there's so many to fight, so much blood, and all the voices and ghosts calling to him. there are so many more than you're used to. but it doesn't matter when they all start to blend together.
it does matter when there is a flute, soft and melodic and sudden before rising sharply, beneath the chaos.
that's all the warning to be had.
something akin to a warped, deformed turtle lunges in. don't mind it. it's not the threat. not yet.
it's the hand that pierces through you from behind that is the killing blow, doll-like and sharp, running through and just delicate enough to slip in at the bottom of the ribcage and up. you can look down at it, see the way it's taken out viscera from you - your next breath comes out wet, and hot. a part of your lung, maybe.
the world is a spiral. there are other ghosts piling on. if rin looks, he'll lose sight of akira.
hopefully he doesn't look away from his own fight, but if he does, he'll get to watch the light leave akira's eyes as the laughter spikes, monsters cackling, a little girl's shrill giggles amongst them.
ami is crying. she is alone. she is trapped again, and you can't save her.
[I'm gonna make him look over just in time to see Akira die because give this boy some mental trauma sure. He can be horrified while his arm is being nibbled on.]
AKIRA!
[He's just. Going to use his left hand to punch the monster in the face to try and get it to let go of his arm. He's got to get away from this fight and over to Akira, he's practically flailing as much as he can to break free. If his right arm gets free, he'll swing his sword wildly too, just trying to do anything to get the monsters off of him.
He's got to get to Akira. He can still help him, somehow.]
[ you fight. you've been fighting for so long, and this is no different. neither is watching someone die right before your eyes, where you're unable to do anything to help. your arm is ripped free - there are teeth and claw marks that tear cloth and skin, leaving it shredded and bloody, but you get free. enough to swing the sword, slamming it into the rock-hard head of the monster that charges you.
it beats you, and your sword clangs loudly. something fractures. you aren't sure if it's bone or metal. you don't have time to find out.
your ghost friend is there to help, at least, and nearly severs the changeling's head from its body so that you can get away from it. he's saying something, but all you can hear is yukio's voice.
you can't save anyone. you can't do anything right, nii-san. ]
[ For once his mind, his ears, the blood coursing through his veins (only just), are startling quiet. Akira blinks and he doesn't know what's going on, his vision is sluggish, distorted, but it's not red.
That's important, because it's the last thing he does remember. He tries to get up, irritation creeping in from the emptiness as his hands don't move as fast as he would like them. The relief that they're hands is strange, but he doesn't have time to linger on it.
He makes to stand up and finally, really, snaps back to reality, to life. Everything is a fucking mess. There's blood everywhere, around him, on him, spilling out of him as he tries to stand and breathe (he is the only being alive in this clump of bodies, at least right now). He makes it about halfway, finding that it's really hard to do things with a fucked up lung and what feels like his ribcage having been run to a meat grinder.
Nagako slinks over from where she had disappeared behind one of the many mounds on the mountain and nuzzles his hand. Finally, he finds his voice. ]
[Wow, he sure is beat up. And thank you, ghost friend, for tasking care of that monster. Rin is too busy running over to Akira to hug him to even care.]
You're alive!
[Maybe. That's a lot of blood there, yep. What a time to get struck by the cuddles.
He doesn't look at his sword yet, because he cares more about Akira's wellbeing.]
[ this is a touching moment full of relief. but there are still the dead around them that are moving. one tries to claw at akira, catches rin instead as he comes to grab onto his companion. a head is thrown at them, knocking them away. ]
As touching as this is - [ the ghost is back, annoyed, grabbing rin and akira both by their collars at the back. akira is injured and bleeding, rin has seen better days, but he doesn't care. you can hug it out as he hauls you away from the snapping jaws of the gnarled turtle man. ] - if you're alive to talk about it, then let's fucking go!
I won't leave, I can't leave, not when he needs me, not when I need to get back to him - so I'm not going to die on this godforsaken mountain. [ a glitch happens, almost, as this ghost barely older than the two of you snatches you directly out of further danger.
the mountain begins to quake again. ]
I'm not finished here, but you're not meant to be here, so you need to go. You need to get back to the others.
[ Rin this is not the time for hugs. Or maybe it is the time for hugs because Akira actually sinks into it, his breath close enough for the other to hear, even if it's reedy and not all there. ]
Yeah, right— [ They need to go they can finish this later. Akira doesn't need to be told twice. ]
I don't care if you can run, RUN. [ Who knows who's dragging who at this point but Akira isn't letting go of Rin as they get the hell out of dodge. ]
[They can no-homo-hug it out for a moment, surviving a fight like that (even if they're both kinda fucked up now) warrants physical contact.
But yeah pretty soon Rin is up and running. He's going to take a second to shove his sword in it's sheath though, so is there anything actually wrong with it or did he just crunch monster bones?]
[ you don't know! you'll have to find out when you're not running for your lives!
the ghost will make sure to keep contact with both of them, even as he continues to glitch out in blue ghostfire. under his breath he's still saying i won't leave, i won't leave, like something's cracked in him, too.
the earth is still shaking. the trumpet calls out a little closer. wherever the ghost has taken the living, it doesn't matter - the two of you need to run. akira is right.
fissures begin to open in the rock, just like they did before. ghosts and ghouls and beasts take swipes, but you have to run. there's no time. your injuries have to wait. the whispers have to go ignored. you have to jump a gap before it can swallow you whole. the ghost gets an arm around rin to pull him along. ]
I need - you need to take something back - you need to make sure it gets -
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better not look. better follow nagako. better cut down another ghost, another demon, another and another and another.
a bull-faced beast with spider legs is brought to the ground. a woman with a gaping mouth and a long neck whips past, a banshee shriek on the wind. ]
You shouldn't. [ comforting answer, ghost. ] You're alive. Better to tune it out, it's the place fucking with you.
[ a creature with eyes on its shoulders, eating everything and anything, tears across the rocks, barreling towards them. another, and another, and another threat. another fight. another human nearly lost. another person in danger.
you'll never be good enough. ]
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At some point he remembers to answer the question he hears, even if it's more than several seconds delayed. ]
Voices aren't fucking new, but they're always fucking annoying.
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...or at least Rin keeps telling himself that.]
Yeah, well, I wish it'd stop mimicking my brother's voice, I know he's not dead.
[He complains because it's honestly bothering him and he's trying not to be too distracted by the very targeted put-downs as he runs to keep up with the others. There's still people to protect, monsters to fight. He can't slow down, he can't stop to think.
Just. Keep. Going.]
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but there's a giggle, twisted and distant, as ami cries out suddenly. then - a̵ḱi͜r̷á.̶.. a͏r̵e ͜yo͢u͟ com̧ing̡? ̡is̀n͠'͠t̵ it͞ t̡i͝me ͡to̧ ͟p̷la͏y?
wouldn't it just be easier to let go? there are so many ghosts and monsters still coming. one slices and slashes at him and nagako, claws so stained with blood that they're black. another is simply desperate for survival, trying to take advantage of this distraction. ]
Don't give it ammunition. [ don't just say things like that and tempt fate?
yukio laughs. he laughs, and he laughs, and laughs and laughs and laughs. it's mocking and terrible, rather than pleading for help. like it knows this will get under his skin and take root better than anything else.
but there's a figure running straight at you, rin, that manages to get past your new ghost friend as you all keep climbing, keep trying, keep going. its arms are outstretched to grab you.
better draw your sword on it before it comes for your head. ]
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That voice is the last thing he needed right now. He knows that she's not here, but that matters much less when the memories are in his own blood, always with him. ]
Shut the fuck up!! [ Yelled as he executes a slash, not caring that he gets hit in return if it means he can take off its head. Nagako howls. ]
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Though Rin doesn't yell that, since Akira did already.
Instead, he draws his sword and extends it out as the figure rushes at him, ready to strike them down before they can get close. His mind is buzzing from all of the voices he hears, but he can't let himself get distracted. He has to protect these people.]
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ka͏k͘u̷y̨a͟ ͢ju͡s͠t w͘a̸n̡t̕s͠ ̕to pļa͟y!̨ sh͏o̸u͟l̢d kąku̵ỳa ̴get͜ r̀id o̕f̵ her..?́ ̵ge͠t̨ ŗi̷d̕ ̴o̡f͘ ̴h̶im̛? get ̢ri̢d ͟o̸f̴ t̛h̕em? ̡t̛h̴e̴n ҉you'l͜l̀ j͠ust ͏p̧a͝y at̴te̷ńti͞o͜n̨ ̷to͡ ͟ka҉k͢u̕ya, ri͢ght?
another familiar voice, strained and bristled, ready for a fight. fuck you! who do you think - and then an anguished scream.
your sword strikes true, rin.
the only problem with that is the smiling face, the bleeding eyes, ears, nose, mouth. the crinkled crows feet from hundreds of familiar smiles. the shock of white.
the chorus of familiar voices, yukio leading the charge. suriel, allen, xie lian, tsurumaru -
your fault. your fault your fault your fau̷l̡t ̷ y̷our͡ ͝f͜auĺt͠ ̢ýo̷ur ̧f́aul̸t̴ yo̸u̡r̢f͡ault̛Y͠OUR̴F́A͠UL͜TYO͟ƯR̴F͏AU̢L̕T ]
cw; mutilation, tentacles
Why he's reliving deaths he's seen before is a good question, a warning sign. He's too preoccupied to even give it a thought. The spray of blood from sword through flesh is just another one to add to the pile, and another one, and another one, and another one.
The world goes reder still, and Akira doesn't think. He doesn't think and he doesn't notice the misplaced sound of flesh stretching and contorting. Actually can he think? No, more importantly than that: is he Akira? He doesn't care.
The sword goes flying, into an enemy but he disregards it, he doesn't need it. He charges forward and pierces the next one, not with his fist but with a tentacle.
Everything is fine. ]
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Old man?
[It's barely a whisper, and the shock quickly shifts to horror as he yanks the sword out and goes to catch his father. He should have expected a dead man to show up here, and yet he is still surprised. He's quietly going 'no no no' under his breath as he tries to drown out the chorus of voices blaming him, as if he didn't already blame himself. Old wounds are opened right up, and suddenly Rin forgets absolutely everything going on around him.]
C'mon old man, you can't spook me like this!
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kaguya laughs even more. ami and amanome are drowned out by the laughter, and something seems to pulse across the mountain. it feeds off the bloodshed, the anguish, the anger, and the negative energy that sinks like a stone in your stomachs falls deeper and deeper, heavier and heavier.
there are more enemies, akira. they surround you with familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. they attack. they hurt you. there are claws and teeth and weapons being turned against you. but you hurt them back, don't you?
the facsimile that rin faces keeps smiling, strained and remorseful but regardless understanding. the sword has run him through exactly where he'd dealt his own killing blow, if only to keep his precious son safe. the sword wrenches a little as if stuck, straining, but it still comes free.
one hand lifts to your face, rin. it's bloody, leaves a smear of it across your cheek. your father's touch is cold and miserable and dead. your fault.
and then the smile gets wider. and wider. and wider still. impossibly stretched, no longer the good humored kindness you grew up with. shiro fujimoto's cold, dead hands wrap around your throat, and they squeeze.
the ghost calls again. you're both in too deep. ]
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Rin is on his own, cause Akira isn't stopping. Cuts and injuries are fine in the face of the monster he's become. ]
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The angle is awkward because of how close this demonic-looking Shiro is, but he's trying to hit him with Kurikara like one would hit something with a blunt object over the head. No stabs, only clubbing. Let go of him u freak.]
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that's not for them to worry about, right now.
something wrenches akira's arm, something with teeth. there's hot blood, fresh, and the crack of something important. nothing to worry about. the rake of claws, filthy and grasping. nothing to worry about. fight! fight! f̕i͠g̵h҉̸̡t̸͞!̷̷
the freak that wears your father's face lets go after a few, blunt hits, rin. mostly because its skull caves, as if rotten. it stops wearing shiro's face, but it does lunge for your sword arm with sharp teeth, and you're in the middle of the struggle still. you don't go unnoticed. another, massive beast barrels forward, arms swinging to try and take you and the shapeshifter down. ]
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But who cares, there's more things left to fight. Slowing down doesn't mean he needs to stop. ]
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it does matter when there is a flute, soft and melodic and sudden before rising sharply, beneath the chaos.
that's all the warning to be had.
something akin to a warped, deformed turtle lunges in. don't mind it. it's not the threat. not yet.
it's the hand that pierces through you from behind that is the killing blow, doll-like and sharp, running through and just delicate enough to slip in at the bottom of the ribcage and up. you can look down at it, see the way it's taken out viscera from you - your next breath comes out wet, and hot. a part of your lung, maybe.
the world is a spiral. there are other ghosts piling on. if rin looks, he'll lose sight of akira.
hopefully he doesn't look away from his own fight, but if he does, he'll get to watch the light leave akira's eyes as the laughter spikes, monsters cackling, a little girl's shrill giggles amongst them.
ami is crying. she is alone. she is trapped again, and you can't save her.
akira kijima is dead. ]
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AKIRA!
[He's just. Going to use his left hand to punch the monster in the face to try and get it to let go of his arm. He's got to get away from this fight and over to Akira, he's practically flailing as much as he can to break free. If his right arm gets free, he'll swing his sword wildly too, just trying to do anything to get the monsters off of him.
He's got to get to Akira. He can still help him, somehow.]
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it beats you, and your sword clangs loudly. something fractures. you aren't sure if it's bone or metal. you don't have time to find out.
your ghost friend is there to help, at least, and nearly severs the changeling's head from its body so that you can get away from it. he's saying something, but all you can hear is yukio's voice.
you can't save anyone. you can't do anything right, nii-san. ]
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That's important, because it's the last thing he does remember. He tries to get up, irritation creeping in from the emptiness as his hands don't move as fast as he would like them. The relief that they're hands is strange, but he doesn't have time to linger on it.
He makes to stand up and finally, really, snaps back to reality, to life. Everything is a fucking mess. There's blood everywhere, around him, on him, spilling out of him as he tries to stand and breathe (he is the only being alive in this clump of bodies, at least right now). He makes it about halfway, finding that it's really hard to do things with a fucked up lung and what feels like his ribcage having been run to a meat grinder.
Nagako slinks over from where she had disappeared behind one of the many mounds on the mountain and nuzzles his hand. Finally, he finds his voice. ]
The fuck...I hear you. You're so loud.
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You're alive!
[Maybe. That's a lot of blood there, yep. What a time to get struck by the cuddles.
He doesn't look at his sword yet, because he cares more about Akira's wellbeing.]
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As touching as this is - [ the ghost is back, annoyed, grabbing rin and akira both by their collars at the back. akira is injured and bleeding, rin has seen better days, but he doesn't care. you can hug it out as he hauls you away from the snapping jaws of the gnarled turtle man. ] - if you're alive to talk about it, then let's fucking go!
I won't leave, I can't leave, not when he needs me, not when I need to get back to him - so I'm not going to die on this godforsaken mountain. [ a glitch happens, almost, as this ghost barely older than the two of you snatches you directly out of further danger.
the mountain begins to quake again. ]
I'm not finished here, but you're not meant to be here, so you need to go. You need to get back to the others.
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Yeah, right— [ They need to go they can finish this later. Akira doesn't need to be told twice. ]
I don't care if you can run, RUN. [ Who knows who's dragging who at this point but Akira isn't letting go of Rin as they get the hell out of dodge. ]
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But yeah pretty soon Rin is up and running. He's going to take a second to shove his sword in it's sheath though, so is there anything actually wrong with it or did he just crunch monster bones?]
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the ghost will make sure to keep contact with both of them, even as he continues to glitch out in blue ghostfire. under his breath he's still saying i won't leave, i won't leave, like something's cracked in him, too.
the earth is still shaking. the trumpet calls out a little closer. wherever the ghost has taken the living, it doesn't matter - the two of you need to run. akira is right.
fissures begin to open in the rock, just like they did before. ghosts and ghouls and beasts take swipes, but you have to run. there's no time. your injuries have to wait. the whispers have to go ignored. you have to jump a gap before it can swallow you whole. the ghost gets an arm around rin to pull him along. ]
I need - you need to take something back - you need to make sure it gets -
[ and then, higher up, where the climb becomes steeper and steeper, the running becomes harder, the earth falls beneath your feet. ]