Let 'em say we're crazy, I don't care about that!
Who: Everyone!
What: The final day. Moonfall. Twenty-Four hours remain. How do you spend it?
When: The 30th, all day
Where: Anywhere
Summary: The last day. The end has come. The moon is coming down and piercing the barrier. Nothing can stop it.
Rating: It will vary.
( Let the world around us fall apart / baby we can make it if we're heart to heart )
What: The final day. Moonfall. Twenty-Four hours remain. How do you spend it?
When: The 30th, all day
Where: Anywhere
Summary: The last day. The end has come. The moon is coming down and piercing the barrier. Nothing can stop it.
Rating: It will vary.
( Let the world around us fall apart / baby we can make it if we're heart to heart )
Not enough saliva.
As a sinking sense of hopelessness sits in the pit of his stomach like a block of lead, he finds himself blinking sharply to will away the sudden prickling sting of his eyes. Desperately, angrily, he sets his jaw, his fists clenching and unclenching.
He wasn't going to be that little red-eyed kid again, hurrying stumblingly from the schoolyard with his shirt askew and blood dripping down his nose, laughter chasing him all the way home. Running running running, always running.
I ain't a coward.
I ain't a coward.
Got nowhere t'run.
I gotta do somethin'!
Around him, men and women smaller than him are launching their fiercest attacks against the moon. It doesn't matter that it is drawing ever nearer, still - they are risking everything in one last stand for themselves, and for all in Luceti. For him, too.
...I gotta fight!
I gotta try.
A Star Punch.
That is the best he can do. It's what he has to do. In another time and another place... heck, last week, he could have laughed at the idea of punching the moon. But things have changed.
For now, all he can do is wait, breathing and breathing and breathing until that moon comes within his range.]
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