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bakerstreet2012-03-04 04:59 pm
easycompany) wrote in bakerstreet2012-03-04 04:59 pm
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HOW IT WORKS:
1. Comment with your character. Using it random.org or a similar site, the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. Or you can leave it blank and let the person commenting choose for you!
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.
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun
CAUSE OF DEATH
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, 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.
2 - 2 - 1
Reynard liked to pretend for himself that dying wasn't a big thing, but it was, even to him, even when he always came back.
Just like pain was a big thing, fucking sensitivity he had been cursed and blessed with. He was in a lot of pain right now and he wanted it to end, yet he clung to that bit of not dying as if he could really escape.
The darkness and the light drizzle fit into his mood. He was cold, on top of it all, naked and as far from sexy as he ever got. He tried shifting, just a bit, from where he was lying on the street and bleeding out. Everything hurt and it wasn't as if he could move very far, arms tied behind his back, elbows forced to touch, and legs tied, with one definitely broken. At least three of his fingers had to be broken, too, but the pain was becoming an abstract thing by now.
Blood trickled down his forehead and he closed his eyes before it dripped on them. He didn't want to die.
In his near-delirium, he suddenly remembered promising Robin to look for him tomorrow. That was obviously not happening. The thought drove home the hopelessness of the situation. No escape from thin, no talking himself out of this. And in the end, he'd just die again.
His eyes were still closed and he ignored the hot wetness he felt in them. Crying was useless, but everything was right now, really. His voice was sore from screaming, his throat hurt, as if it were bleeding inside as well. Might, actually, he wasn't sure.
But still. "Robin," he whispered, though he hardly ever called for the fae, especially not when he needed help, because it was his life and his fucking up and his succeeding. But now he didn't need help, a bit beyond saving at this point. He just didn't make promises too often, not to someone who knew him so well, so he didn't want to leave him not knowing why he broke it. "Puck."
And maybe, just maybe, he didn't fancy dying alone again. "Bran. Come on..."
sob
"Oh Rey... Reynard, no."
His voice was already thick with unshed tears.
so much drama everywhere /holds
"It's not as bad as it looks," he muttered, though he was smiling at the rather obvious lie.
"Wanna untie me?" At least he could die without his arms cramping up. "Just cut through it."
larger than life doesn't even begin to cover it.
Humor at the gallows. If Reynard could do it, so could Robin. He could see that it was all too late to do much for his love, and he clung to the thought that Reynard always came back. From anything. But what if this was the time that he didn't?
He produced a knife and cut through the ropes binding Reynard, trying to be careful and not jolt his beloved too much.
"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?"
they don't to things half-way
Reynard groaned when he could finally move his arms into a natural position. He laughed, but then caught himself, because he wasn't in the mood to cough up blood.
"I just wanted to let y'know that I'm not gonna be seeing you tomorrow." He finally opened his eyes, not that he saw much, unfocused by tears and blood. "I hate dying... It's not my fault."
Most certainly not
Robin bent down to kiss Reynard's forehead.
"I hate when you die. Every time."
all the dying and the poisoning and what not
Reynard closed his eyes again at the kiss, mostly because it was easier to ignore that he was crying that way. Dying made him sentimental, it seemed.
"How long do I stay gone, fairest? You keep track of time."
Yes, most feels-inducing
"I don't know. It's not like you always come back to me the first thing you do."
Sometimes he thought that it might be often enough, at least, but he didn't dare really believe it. Didn't dare think that he might be what came to the fox's mind before other things when he was back among the living.
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It really didn't occur to him right now that Robin could be upset at the casual admittance that Reynard didn't come see him first thing after returning. First thing, he usually had to show himself he was alive. And then, very often, came revenge. But sometimes the order was mixed up, and sometimes Robin did come first.
"I think every time, what if I don't come back. Is there anything worse than ending?"
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"I could think of a few things, but I doubt you want to hear about those right now."
They had such different views on things after all. Robin reached out to brush some hair out of Reynard's face, and with a soft whisper they were suddenly elsewhere. There was soft grass underneath Reynard, and sun on his face.
Robin wanted his love to at least die somewhere beautiful.
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"You're ridiculous, perfectly ridiculous, you know that?" But he leaned into the touch of Robin's fingers, tried to focus only on that sensation instead of the pain. Unfortunately it worked less well than he'd have hoped.
"I'm more ridiculous, though. Did you know I'm scared of dying, fairest?"
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"Yes, I am."
He propped himself up on one arm, looking at his love with eyes that were old and wise. He isn't always a fool.
"And I know. I'm afraid of you dying too."
And every time he wondered how long he'd have to wait before he could be certain that Reynard would never return, if that were ever to happen.
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"I'll be back. Hey. 's what I do." Reynard blinked his eyes because it was hard to see, everything was turning blurry. "I'll be back and you'll be mad because you've been sad and I'll act like an uncaring bastard."
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He bent to ever so cardfully kiss Reynard's lips.
"And if you don't come back, I will not rest until I know where you've gone, so I can come find you.
I love you, Reineke Llwynog."
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"I..." His voice broke and Reynard fell silent as he tried to breathe calmly. Panicking wouldn't really help matters now, but it always threw him off to lose command of his voice.
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"Shh, rest easy, cariad."