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... I didn't, but...
[ Based on the scratches, he must have? But it doesn't make sense when he used his sheathe to break them. When Jin bumps her nose against his hands, he instinctively pats her muzzle, more like pushing it down. Stop that.
Niah is still pacing around. ]
The rest of the door must have short instances like this.
[ Based on the scratches, he must have? But it doesn't make sense when he used his sheathe to break them. When Jin bumps her nose against his hands, he instinctively pats her muzzle, more like pushing it down. Stop that.
Niah is still pacing around. ]
The rest of the door must have short instances like this.
[ Jin responds with a quick lick, even as her muzzle is pushed down. She is used to his behavior after all and not easily perturbed. She goes to bump against Niah after and sniff at him now. It's okay. ]
You think so? May as well try another and see.
[ There's one way of confirming that. So, without warning, he's going to go through another door.
RNG hates Kim Dokja specifically. ]
You think so? May as well try another and see.
[ There's one way of confirming that. So, without warning, he's going to go through another door.
6. You open a door and find yourself at a funeral service of the type you would expect to see in the world you came from. There are shadowy figures that look like the silhouettes of people who care about you, both from your world and from your previous game. They are mourning in whichever way is most natural to them, their mannerisms just the way you remember. You can't hear them speak, but you feel their grief. When the ceremony comes to an end, you realize they are mourning you. Upon making that realization you find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and with a deep sense of loss. Only four minutes have passed.
RNG hates Kim Dokja specifically. ]
[ It isn't like one during the apocalypse. It's closer to a real one. It's the real shebang.
Dokja doesn't move from where he stops after entering. Just watching, observing the familiar silhouettes and... its situation is familiar in itself. He has stood by his own funeral once before. But at the time, he was aware he would be fine. That he'd come back again.
However, it won't always be that case. Now Jin is the one to start pacing, especially when she isn't able to get a response from Dokja after pawing at his leg. ]
Dokja doesn't move from where he stops after entering. Just watching, observing the familiar silhouettes and... its situation is familiar in itself. He has stood by his own funeral once before. But at the time, he was aware he would be fine. That he'd come back again.
However, it won't always be that case. Now Jin is the one to start pacing, especially when she isn't able to get a response from Dokja after pawing at his leg. ]
[ Look at all their friends gazing upon Dokja in his casket. They are emotional. ]
This should be familiar to you.
[ Joonghyuk is just an asshole, really. He wants to dig at Dokja, especially when he hast to see another funeral. There's some relief that it's a regular one... That his companion is being respected and remembered, but he knows the truth. He has watched all of his comrades die in battle. Most were unrecoverable. He can count the amount of times he had the chance to bury his friends, when he had a heart, on his hand.
Dokja... He has left them in the worst ways possible. Every time.
Niah stands there, watching the silhouettes of their companions. ]
This should be familiar to you.
[ Joonghyuk is just an asshole, really. He wants to dig at Dokja, especially when he hast to see another funeral. There's some relief that it's a regular one... That his companion is being respected and remembered, but he knows the truth. He has watched all of his comrades die in battle. Most were unrecoverable. He can count the amount of times he had the chance to bury his friends, when he had a heart, on his hand.
Dokja... He has left them in the worst ways possible. Every time.
Niah stands there, watching the silhouettes of their companions. ]
[ Well, it isn't as if Joonghyuk is wrong. It is familiar to him. He doesn't respond though. He just keeps watching. It isn't from a closer perspective- he doesn't hear their thoughts, their words.. but he does feel that grief.
His gaze lingers on some of the smaller statures. He knows some are crying. Jin starts to pace around, curiously approaching the silhouettes but getting no reaction. Like that time before, they're mourning him again. Gone through another stage of pain because of him. It really does happen a lot, huh? As that realization hits, they're right on back to the hallway. ]
...Guess they're all short after all.
[ Hm. ]
His gaze lingers on some of the smaller statures. He knows some are crying. Jin starts to pace around, curiously approaching the silhouettes but getting no reaction. Like that time before, they're mourning him again. Gone through another stage of pain because of him. It really does happen a lot, huh? As that realization hits, they're right on back to the hallway. ]
...Guess they're all short after all.
[ Hm. ]
[ Joonghyuk is quiet, as if he was one of the silhouettes in that scene. Even when they're out of the hallway, that doesn't change. His thoughts fall along the line at least those versions of their friends know where Dokja is. Can see him. Maybe he's even whole?
Solemn, still, and silent he stays. Niah noses Joonghyuk's hand and gets a pat on the muzzle, too. It's okay. ]
Solemn, still, and silent he stays. Niah noses Joonghyuk's hand and gets a pat on the muzzle, too. It's okay. ]
[ A yank comes to his sleeve, Dokja reaching to pat Jin's head with a light ruffle. Feeling one of those many tails wrap around him as he glances down to her. ]
There does seem to be more to those rooms though. [ That feeling of.. loss. It's heavy. It's hard to ignore. Just like with the earlier door and that soreness to his throat. He doesn't share all the details with his companion, of course. ]
Should we head back? [ He mostly talks to Jin, the daemon peering up at him with a tilt of her head. ]
There does seem to be more to those rooms though. [ That feeling of.. loss. It's heavy. It's hard to ignore. Just like with the earlier door and that soreness to his throat. He doesn't share all the details with his companion, of course. ]
Should we head back? [ He mostly talks to Jin, the daemon peering up at him with a tilt of her head. ]
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