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mayfield_rpg2012-08-10 03:03 pm
ex_maebara873) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-10 03:03 pm
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destinies shattered: 0
[1664 nelson street: 8:00 AM]
[It had happened in an instant. They were so close, they were going to defeat fate... and Keiichi, holding the torch high, had fallen. A single bullet had hit it's mark, and the cold brush of death had once again taken it's victim. A toss, a turn in the children's room of 1664 Nelson was met by Keiichi throwing his head up and arching his back.]
UWAAAAH!!!
[Had it all been... a dream? No... that was impossible. He could see it so clearly. Takano had clearly--]
Ah...
[The pain, it was still there. Keiichi's hand brushed along his chest and, once his shirt was risen, he found no wound. But he felt it. He knew for a fact it had happened. It was extremely vivid, far too realistic for a mere dream. But there was a problem... Once the shirt was lowered, Keiichi made a very shocking discovery.
This wasn't his room.
That wasn't his shirt.]
W... Where the hell am I?!
[Trying his best and I mean his absolute best not to panic, the boy jumped himself up out of bed. An entire hour was spent running around the house, trying to take in any familiar details. He couldn't see anything... but then caught his eyes on a photo. The photo pictured many strangers that he didn't recognize, which caused him to nearly break out in a cold sweat. Was this the afterlife?]
...Ouch!
[Nope, it wasn't. Evidenced by how the teen tried to pinch and tug on his cheek. He wasn't dead, he could still feel it. He wasn't dreaming because the pain was very real. So what the hell was going on here? All Keiichi could do was take the phone off the hook and reach it over to his ear... But who to call? Who to communicate with? Once he let out a harsh breath into the phone, he noticed that it had seemed to reflect across the home. Perhaps others would hear him too? The normally confident, explosive orange flame had a very large hint of worry in his tone as he spoke.]
[phone: 9:00 AM]
L-Look! Someone tell me where the hell I am! The last thing I remember is... [...] Ah! Rika, Satoko, Mion, Rena, Shion!! Can any of you hear me?! Are you guys alright? ....Did you make it out alive....
[The final question falls as his voice falls. He wasn't even sure if they were here, let alone if they'd ever hear his voice. What if they had perished? What if all of their efforts had been in vain, and they couldn't break away from fate's cruel grasp? A long bit of silence is heard over the phone, before Keiichi finally mutters.]
...If you guys are out there... please... answer me...
[It had happened in an instant. They were so close, they were going to defeat fate... and Keiichi, holding the torch high, had fallen. A single bullet had hit it's mark, and the cold brush of death had once again taken it's victim. A toss, a turn in the children's room of 1664 Nelson was met by Keiichi throwing his head up and arching his back.]
UWAAAAH!!!
[Had it all been... a dream? No... that was impossible. He could see it so clearly. Takano had clearly--]
Ah...
[The pain, it was still there. Keiichi's hand brushed along his chest and, once his shirt was risen, he found no wound. But he felt it. He knew for a fact it had happened. It was extremely vivid, far too realistic for a mere dream. But there was a problem... Once the shirt was lowered, Keiichi made a very shocking discovery.
This wasn't his room.
That wasn't his shirt.]
W... Where the hell am I?!
[Trying his best and I mean his absolute best not to panic, the boy jumped himself up out of bed. An entire hour was spent running around the house, trying to take in any familiar details. He couldn't see anything... but then caught his eyes on a photo. The photo pictured many strangers that he didn't recognize, which caused him to nearly break out in a cold sweat. Was this the afterlife?]
...Ouch!
[Nope, it wasn't. Evidenced by how the teen tried to pinch and tug on his cheek. He wasn't dead, he could still feel it. He wasn't dreaming because the pain was very real. So what the hell was going on here? All Keiichi could do was take the phone off the hook and reach it over to his ear... But who to call? Who to communicate with? Once he let out a harsh breath into the phone, he noticed that it had seemed to reflect across the home. Perhaps others would hear him too? The normally confident, explosive orange flame had a very large hint of worry in his tone as he spoke.]
[phone: 9:00 AM]
L-Look! Someone tell me where the hell I am! The last thing I remember is... [...] Ah! Rika, Satoko, Mion, Rena, Shion!! Can any of you hear me?! Are you guys alright? ....Did you make it out alive....
[The final question falls as his voice falls. He wasn't even sure if they were here, let alone if they'd ever hear his voice. What if they had perished? What if all of their efforts had been in vain, and they couldn't break away from fate's cruel grasp? A long bit of silence is heard over the phone, before Keiichi finally mutters.]
...If you guys are out there... please... answer me...
phone 1/??? MAN IDK
i'll just tell you when i'm done
No. No. No. No. No. NononononononononononoNO.
He can't be here. He can't. Not this awful place. Not this...town...]
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She couldn't let him know that. She couldn't let him know she was panicking. She had to think, had to act...just how she acted with Rena. A false sense of security, but--
Rena didn't ask about that. She didn't know if Rena remembered that or not, or if she came from a different "place" entirely.
But this was inevitable. Keiichi knew. Keiichi remembered.]
[phone/private filter]
With a few clicks, she sets the filter to private.]
....hey, Kei-chan.
[phone/private filter] 100 icons AND STILL USING THE SAME ONE.
Well that pretty much sums up Keiichi's tone, as his grip on the phone unexpectedly tightens.]
M-Mion?! You're-- ["Alive", he wanted to say... but could this place really be considered life? Keiichi knew he wasn't dead... at least not anymore... but that didn't rule out the possibility of this place being limbo.] ...here.
[phone/private filter]
[Her sentence drifts off.]
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phone, derp
You're in Mayfield. It appears to be a small but isn't.
phone, derp
Mayfield...? Is that even in Japan...?
[And then Keiichi goes out on a limb.]
Is this... the afterlife?
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[in order:] Yes; I don't believe so; no.
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The... best way to put it would be a... kidnapping I guess.
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Phone
[Rika is certain she is not breathing. She is perfectly still, holding her breath, daring to hope. Last time, in that last world and his last being in Mayfield, he was a miracle. It's okay to hope her miracle is on the other end of the phone, right?
She's so numb with hope that she doesn't think about his question. Just calls out again.]
Keiichi!?
Phone
[If this was limbo, Keiichi would have shouted more in grief than he did in surprise. In all honesty, he hadn't assumed anyone would answer him.
But they had.
The odd sense of being trapped, being confined, festered down within Keiichi's gut and refused to remove itself even after hearing Rika's voice. But right now, one thing mattered more to Keiichi than figuring out just where, or why, he was here.]
...Did the others... are they alive?
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[ What is he talking about? Alive? As if to imply... does he think they're dead? He has a reason to think they're dead. Where could he be from, then? What world, what piece...
There's a little bud of hope trying to take root in her heart. A hope that he remembers a past world. She wants to confirm it as quickly as possible, but not over the phone. It can't be over the phone. She has to see his face and hear his non-distorted voice. ]
Keiichi, do not move! I am on my way! [ Without thinking to even ask his address, Rika drops the phone and lets it dangle by its cord. She'll be running up and down each and every street now, calling his name and cursing her stupidity for not thinking ahead. ]
Phone / Also wanna wait till the log we talked about about having everyone meet up?
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Is that really you Keiichi-kun? I-is it really?
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Well that was how it felt anyways.
The shock washed over his body and nearly turned his skin a pale white, and the relief in his voice rose up just the same as it had with the prior two.]
...Yeah, it's me. Rena... did the others make it out alive? Did you... [And that's where he trails off, not wanting to reveal too much of his confusion to, of all people, Rena.]
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[ she'll stare at the phone for a minute as she stayed silent for a bit. Rena takes a deep breath before answering... ]
Hauu... We didn't...
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And how would you even have all the answers?! ...Unless...]
...Who are you and where the hell am I?!
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You have a lot a' nerve wakin' someone like me up with your ridiculous fuckin' questions. Mion's fine stop askin', she's still as annoyin' as ever.
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Mion bothers me all a' the time. I guess we're friends.
I have no fuckin' clue about any a' the others.
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Of course it's me-- wait, what...? Who're you?!
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But you can just call me Kay. We used to be married, but you probably don't remember that.
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