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The Last Words Meme

HOW IT WORKS
1 - Go to the RNG and roll for both your cause of death and time left, then start a thread with it! Alternatively, skip the RNG and make up your own death.

2 - Reply to other people's comment. Either roll the RNG for a relationship type with them, or go with your own CR. You can also be dying along beside them, or a

Comments

...6 + 1

[teasingstar]

[A part of Tyki expected this, especially when it concerns fighting against something like Apocryphos.

Which is probably why he's slumped against a tree, injuries all over him, but not as noticeable as the one on his chest. There was a bloody cross on his chest, bleeding profusely, but Tyki doesn't seem to notice it. He breathes shallowly. Joyd was quiet - which was never a good sign - and he slowly watches as he began slowly turns into his White form.]

.... /goes with CR 8D;

[stainedlotus]

[Kanda had a really, really bad feeling about this. As soon as he caught sight of Tyki, he ran to him, immediately kneeling down beside him.]

Tyki? Tyki, what- [Stopping when he sees the injury, paling a little. Oh gods no. This couldn't be happening. Tyki couldn't die, he couldn't fall. He couldn't, dammit, he was Tyki.]

lmao

[teasingtwin]

Kitch-- [Swallows thickly, refusing to cough out blood as he looks over at Kanda. Fuck. Why did it have to be Kanda who found him like this?]

What are you doing here?

this should be fun

[stainedlotus]

Saving you. [Because he has to try. Pulling off his uniform jacket, not caring if he tears any of the decorations or buttons off, it just has to come off. Pressing it to Tyki's chest when that's done, trying to stop the bleeding.]

2 + 1

[tempersword]

[Kanda apparently needs to stop having run-ins with psychopaths. This is, what, the third time she's been spontaneously murdered?

The rooms in a total disarray from the fight, with damage to the walls, furniture torn and overturned, blood spattered about the place. Kanda's towards the back, lying on (or in) the remains of what was once a table. And there's far more blood on and around her than should probably be out of her body, bits of shrapnel from the table sticking into her body, and probably limbs broken and bent in ways that they really shouldn't be bending. Mugen's off somewhere else in the room, but that's not really her concern at the moment.

Breathing is.]

[besomeothername]

[And considering the shape that Yupunzel's body is in, she might not even notice Lavi come into the room. He pauses for a moment before he recognizes those clothes, that face, even the way she's breathing. For the love of everything, why did it have to be her? Lavi scrambles over to her side, falling to his knees and moving to scoop her up in his arms. Belatedly he realizes that it probably hurts like hell, but he can't stop himself from trying to hold her. To let her know that he's nearby]

Yuu?

[tempersword]

[Hisses and cringes when he lifts her, trying to twitch into a less painful position. Turns her gaze up at him, taking a moment to wheeze in some more air.] L--Lavi?

[besomeothername]

[Nods with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead] Yeah, it's me. Your knight in shining armor has a tendency to not make it to the stage on time.

[Half joke. Half truth. He raises his head a little to look at the amount of blood she's lost. Too much, far too much. But perhaps not a lost cause if he could get her breathing back to a normal level. One of his hands runs lightly down her back, searching for shrapnel and bits of metal big enough to be piercing a lung. Those are the first pieces he tries to pull out]

4 + 1 why is it always 1s.

[waitforapromise]

[Laying in bed, a book resting face down and open on her. She was reading it, but at this point the strain of trying to read the text is a bit much.

Brings her hand up to try and stifle (and fail) a fit of coughs, before slumping down further against the bed and closing her eyes.]

they are always 1, man.

[promisedlotus]

[Just silently reaching over to brush her hair out of her eyes, kneeling down at the bedside. He hates this, that much is obvious. They finally found each other, finally got back together, but now... It hurts to watch her suffer like this.]

Do you want anything?

[waitforapromise]

[Opens her eyes to look at him and tries to give a reassuring, but weak, smile.]

I'm fine. [except for the whole dying thing.]

[promisedlotus]

[Returns it, leaning over to place a light kiss on her forehead.]

/makes up own death

[besomeothername]

[Staring at his reflection in the mirror. Not the good kind - like preening before a date or admiring how handsome he looks. No no no. This is the bad kind. The very very bad kind. The disbelieving this-can't-be-happening end of the world kind of stare]

[Smashes the mirror with his fist, paying no minds to the bits of broken glass digging into his skin or the blood that dribbles down his palm. Goddamn it. Goddamn it all to hell]

[tempersword]

[Lavi punching mirrors is a very startling thing. She jolts and stares for a minute before approaching him.] Lavi?

[besomeothername]

[Startles when he hears that voice, tugging down the sleeves of his jacket without realizing he's doing it. He tugs his bandanna low across his forehead, too, turning a bit to cast most of his face in shadow]

Yuu, do you have to barge in on a person when they're having the worst bedhead in their life, yeah?

[tempersword]

[... Raises an eyebrow. Well that's not suspicious at all or anything.]

Your hair always looks like that. [Pause.] What's wrong?

2 + 2? Welp

[sonofpianist]

[It's to be expected, really.

Allen's not surprised that many people distrust him, or even consider him as the enemy.

What's surprising is that someone manage to slip poison into him. He should have been more wary.]

[cavaliergate]

[+1 Walker to look out for, got it. Poking her head out of the wall nearest to him, expression neutral if not a bit curious.] Oi.

[sonofpianist]

[He looks over at her, and smile. As if he's normal and not, you know, dying.] Hi.

[unbrokengate]

[Don't think for a second she doesn't know what those Walker-smiles are about. Always hiding something behind them. There's a mile of difference between the grin hers gave her before he left the Asian Branch and this one. Granted, there's nowhere near enough to go on from a smile-- even one of Allen's-- for Fou to guess that he is dying, but she can at least gauge that he's hiding something.]

[So she raises her eyebrow at him and hops neatly through the wall, intent on figuring it out or at least irritating the hell out of him, if nothing else.] You're making a face. It's gonna stick.