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last words ( a death meme )
the death meme
(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)
This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.
CAUSE OF DEATH
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.
2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!
3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.
4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.
5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.
6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?
7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?
TIME LEFT
1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.
2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)
3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.
4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.
5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?
RELATIONSHIP
1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.
2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.
3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.
4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?
5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?
6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.
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HOW IT WORKS:
1. This is where I am changing it up. Feel free to choose how you are going to die, just be sure to list the closest matching categories in your subject bar, along with your character and their series.
If you are having trouble coming up with a prompt or situation, feel free to use the random number generator. Or if you rather just take a risk feel free
2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.
However, considering this is in our RP feel free to have your characters keep their CR, just make sure to inform the person which ever way you're going with it before responding!
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!
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ETC
Other relationships -- such as murderer/victim, doctor/patient, etc. -- can be added in along with the randomized relationships at your whim if you feel the need, or even used to replace the relationships under that heading. Just, check with the other player first if you're going to do something extreme to their character! Or, in the case of canonmates, if you want to ignore the table and just go with your characters' canon relationship, you certainly can do that as well.
Also, if you would prefer to ignore the table entirely and just play out your own death scenario, feel free! This is a meme, so rules are pretty lax. If you like, you can also replace "death" with some other irreversible, negative scenario, such as being trapped in another dimension. The main point is that the characters conversing will never get the chance to talk to one another again, so you better make the last things you say to them count.
Immortal characters can be AU'd into non-immortals or otherwise made to fit the settings however their muns would desire. Also, if you get a death prompt and a time limit that don't make sense together you can either interpret the prompt as liberally as necessary to make it make sense OR you can simply roll the time left again until you get a time limit that makes more sense! :3
- reposted from here.
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He was also, however, still a teenager - and teenagers aren't known for their ability to think politically.
And the Empire had many nasty secrets and surprises for those unwary of them.
The attack on Kirk's mother had proven to be an unmitigated disaster. And some of the humans who crewed the Narada weren't too thrilled with Max either, though expressing so had long been understood to be up there with the worst of ideas.
But humans talk. And they are so very breakable. The augments tended to travel - when they traveled - in groups or with Khan and Jim. Jim traveled with Khan. Winona was well protected. Max, at least in theory, was too. His still mostly latent powers only beginning to express aside, he was Jim Kirk's son in everything but biology.
He also tended to make a game of slipping the entourage who's job it was to ensure he got from point A to point B - in this case, Winona's home to the Narada, without too much mayhem. But no mayhem wasn't much fun, and there was normal a pair of Augments in the group. And they were much harder to slip. Which made it more fun. They'd find him within an hour or he'd drop back into the search party laughing. It wasn't a big deal. A game.
Max had been thinking about how Jim would laugh when he heard about Max's monkey bar-ing up something barely stable and not strong enough to hold an adults weight before disappearing when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, on the very edge of his vision.
That was all he saw.
Some time later, hours, he thought, he awoke with a pounding head that didn't feel at all like his normal headaches, his mouth tasting bitter and greasy - something he'd learned other people thought was 'metallic' - and his body hurting in ways he could still all too clearly remember from blows before Jim had saved him.
To his credit, he'd tried to escape. It hadn't worked, only making those who captured him more angry - he was still bleeding, blood a thick, oozing trail down his face when he realized Jim was being hailed, demands made, and Max forced into view as proof before being violent dragged away.
But in those seconds of seeing it other, of eye contact, it was probably impossible to determine whose eyes bore more viciousness.
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bold and stupid if they thought they could take, beat, and try and use his son to get to him. it did get to him, but possibly not in the way they expected. it was laughably easy to target the necessary vital areas of the enemy ship in order to disable theirs, and jim had vanished in the whir of the transporter before anyone could argue.
khan wasn't on the bridge yet, having left to try and ascertain what had happened before the narada had unleashed a crippling barrage to the hailing ship, and there would be a violent hell to pay for the human that allowed the emperor to vanish unattended.
he'd attacked the first he saw, viciously and quick, anger giving him an edge, not to mention his augmented strength. bones snapped, men and women choked on blood, screams echoed through the crippled ship. but even enhanced as he was, there was something to be said for sheer numbers. he cut through them, making his way to the small room where max was being held, and set about hacking the door.
it gave way under his instruction, revealing the corridor behind him drenched in blood and peppered with phaser fire.]
Max?
[his left arm was limp at his side, a phaser wound in his shoulder, and his right was clutched around his middle, blood seeping through his clenched fingers. there were more coming, he could hear them further down the passageway. they needed to leave.]
---Max, where are you?
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He might be enjoying his new position, but he survived over two years in literal hell, and Warsaw was only marginally better.
Max had put up one hell of a fight, gouges taken out of walls, dents in the floor from him getting ahold of someone's head and pounding - he'd taken a beat, nothing of Jim's but he'd given as good as he'd got for a few minutes. The chaos of the attack Jim had started sang to powers only barely present, both something destructive and wild under his skin, a growing steady presence like another heartbeat in his body.
What is electromagnetism, really, but the order to the chaos of the universe? And Max has learned to thrive in it.
He can smell the blood, he can taste it. It makes his stomach lurch and knees threaten to buckle, and it's all he can do for a moment to hold onto the tube he's wedged himself in, a piece of metal in his hands, ripped away from the wall, edge jagged and frighteningly sharp, pointed down and ready to vanish into the neck of one of his captors when he hears Jim call for him.
The woman hears it too. And turns - it's a fatal mistake, Max dropping down on her, make shift spear in hand and almost pinning her body to the ground with it. She's making a gurgling sound, she's not dead, but close enough. He leaves her, sprinting to Jim.
To safety. To the man who saved him. He's almost silent now, as he runs. ]
Jim!
[ It's a harsh, winded whispered shout, Max's footing goes out from under him and he slides on his back, nearly slamming into Jim's hip, reaching out to grab his thigh for support and scramble back to his feet. ]
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Max!
[relief. it's such an alien thing to feel, but he feels it. max is safe, this child he's taken as his own is alive, and he's safe. he wonders if his mother felt much the same way towards her violent child when he disappeared only to return drenched in blood to her. the kid slides, and jim reaches out, hand coming away from his side, to grab at him and right him. his grip falters, hand sticky and slick with his own blood, and when max grabs onto his thigh, it upsets his balance. he topples, away from max, and collapses onto the ground.
his breath wheezes out, and he's suddenly feeling too dizzy to try and stand back up.]
Max.
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It's ok Jim. It's going to be ok.
[ He presses his hands against the welling of blood at Jim's side, voice not shaking but distant and full of false reassurances. Old habits. How many had he told that lie to as he walked with them to their deaths? It almost sits perfectly in his mouth now, even if tears are threatening to burn his eyes.
Jim's cold too, or cool - he's not sure and he huddles down close, trying to impart some warmth while holding pressure, looking around frantically for Khan or one of the others. They have to be close right?]
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to care for a life that was not his own. much less not technically his own flesh and blood. and yet, the young emperor has surprised himself.
he hisses out a sharp breath at the press of max's too small hands on his side, vision swimming and threatening to gray out. he can hear him telling him that it's going to be ok. strange. who manages to die twice in one lifetime? apparently he does, because he knows that's what is happening.]
More---more are coming. You kill them. [he bites it out through chattering teeth, through the taste of blood in his mouth.] You get out.
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Anything.
Help.
It's not verbalized. But it's a scream none the less. ]
Khan?
[ He doesn't leave Jim's side, curls tighter against him, pressing against Jim's wound with one bloody hand while the other moves lightly over Jim's too still form, looking for one of his hidden blades.
Around them, some of the loose metal trembles. ]
Kill them.
[ He nods, drawing more over Jim. ]
I've got you.
[ He's just not going to leave Jim behind either. ]
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he has a blade, tucked into the space between his uniform pants and his skin, at his hip. he always has one somewhere. most of them are in people, currently.]
You kill them.
[he says it, force behind his words. a breath pulled in catches with the blood in his mouth already and he coughs violently, turning his head as red spatters the floor. he's having trouble pulling more in, mostly abortive breaths that are too quick. too shallow.
he remembers the stories his mother told him, and he supposes it makes sense. his father, george kirk, died to save his wife and son. to protect them. it seems he's following in his footsteps.
fitting.]
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Carefully, he pulls the blade out, wrapping it in his hand. ]
I'll kill them.
[ There's a snarl to it. Vicious, like a little dog. That's what he'd been called. Vicious he'd proven to be. Jim gets better he's seen it, and even if he never completely trusts it - Danny got better too, until he didn't - it's enough that Max tugs at him, trying to pull him out of the middle of the floor.
Max doesn't notice, but the section of floor Jim is on quakes, sliding with Max's efforts like a Teutonic plate over the floor. The woman behind him stops breathing, leaving only Jim's dying attempts, and Max's panted efforts. ]
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and if he can't to kill as many as he can before he's stopped.
he can hear the snarl in max's words, and he knows he's going to follow through.]
Good [he bites it out on a struggled for breath. he's used to healing, but maybe it's too much. too much too soon. it doesn't feel like it normally does when he heals. it doesn't, honestly, feel like much at all.
but he feels a shake beneath him, but he thinks it's just in his head. shock and max tugging him out of the floor with what little strength jim has left to spare. but when his head lolls to the side, he can see metal trembling.]
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He's never really failed to do anything Jim's asked of him. He won't know, though he's not really sure how he'll manage, if Jim couldn't. But he'll find a way.
He grunts a reply, saving his strength and awareness for pulling Jim and watching for people coming. He doesn't, yet, notice the piece of floor coming with them, only that Jim isn't as heavy as he should be. ]
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he's never had to worry whether or not max would fail him in any way, and he doesn't consider his capture a failure, either. khan will pick up where jim left off, even if he was wary about the kid at first.
he gives a soft groan of pain when they finally stop out of the middle of the hall. ]
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But he's not sure how well he'll take to Khan without Jim - Khan scares him in a way few people ever have and he isn't growing more easy with him in time, just more tolerant. Part of it, really, is that he's never really shaken the feeling Khan doesn't want him.
He stopped, more to think than anything, and hears Jim moan, he whipped to look, and it was only then that he realized what was happening. The floor dragging like a carpet with him. He inhales for a moment, then tugs and it seems to come with him.
Max's eyes widen and he pulls again, focusing on it. It's flying, almost like a magic carpet, he doesn't even need to touch it. It helps and he starts moving faster, Jim being pulled smoothly behind. There's an escape pod sort of close. If they can make it that far.
He can make it that far. ]
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khan may not approve of jim's sudden attachment to a child from another universe and another time, but he doesn't believe he'll rid himself of him when jim dies. he's taken to max like a father would a son, and khan has always had strong feelings about family.
the added help from the metal deck under them suddenly lifting as if it were alive in order to assist them puts less strain on jim's injuries, but he's hardly in any shape to recover while they are here. he'll be lucky if he can recover with a doctor like bones to assist him, not to mention the augmentation he's undergone thanks to transfusions of khan's blood over time.
but he's fading. he knows he is. he can feel it in the cold that seeps in that isn't from the metal. he can feel it in the lethargy creeping up. he's felt it before. he knows he doesn't have long.]
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The makeshift litter races, seeking without conscious thought from Max, it a protected place - it's not the shuttle, but an airlock. Meant, he thinks, as an ante chamber for decontamination. Shockingly, it still works and Max hits the floor with a thud as Jim is lowered down, trying to lock them in safe while he tries to plan. ]
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that is, until the thud of max hitting the floor and running to secure the airlock from the enemy that is coming, and it pulls a pained noise from him. he coughs, blood staining his mouth, flecking out against his cheeks, and turns his head to try and drag in another breath past it.
despite the weakness, the pain, he tries to shift and sit up, failing to do little more than flail abortively. he can help. he has to be able to help.]