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The Last Words Meme

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.

(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.)

Getting your numbers from RNG (or pick your own), the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.)

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.

Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

As usual, all memes are open to interpretation. If you want to play an AU immortal, yay. If you want to be sucked into another dimension or shoved into a tiny glass box, also fine. YOUR PLAY, NOT MINE.

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 beheading, 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.

7 - Complete Strangers. Neither of you have ever met before. You wouldn't know this person from a hole in the wall, but you NEED to have someone hear your dying words, if only so that there's proof at some point that you existed. Maybe this person has a compulsion to try to help you or ensure you don't die alone. Either way, this is who will witness your final days/hours/minutes.

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[AU is also acceptable, feel free to ask.]

[When had things gone so far that he cared what happened to one nation alone? America wasn't even one of the Scandinavians, one of the nations that back in the day had worshipped him and the other Aesir. Alfred was still young, but it couldn't be that that made him so bothered about this. With the passing of time he had seen nations getting born and died time and time again. This wasn't something new.

Except that the way the young nation was dying was. With a sigh, Loke knelled down at the other's side and placed his hands on him. As he suspected, a curse. One that slowly sapped the life out of anything living it got placed on. Strong enough to bring down a nation. If it wasn't lifted soon Alfred would die. The problem being that it wasn't a curse easy to lift. There really only was one way to go through with this.]

I will transfer the curse over to myself. It won't be comfortable.

[Digging his hands into the younger's wrist hard enough to draw blood, Loke started to use the magic within himself to draw the curse over to himself. A sickening light got pulled from the nation over to him. It didn't feel overly nice for him as well. In fact it hurt, but that he didn't showed.

After a few minutes the whole curse had been transferred. Loke could feel how it was eating away on him. It would take him now, no doubt about it. It was too strong for even him, a god to suffer through.]

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[Her cause of death is likely 2 or 6. So her time remaining will range from a few minutes to a few hours. Let me know which scenario you prefer.]

[Sooo, if you're interested, maybe murder with a few minutes left? Since Charles won't be alive when she reaches a natural end. Of course their relationship being siblingemies.]

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sorry got pulled away from the computer

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it's cool!

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[His cause of death can be 1, 2, 3 or 6. No matter the cause, time left will likely be only a few minutes.]

[Probably the end for everyone else in range too, hello nuclear meltdown.]

[No natural causes, all others are good! I'd like for the time left to be a few minutes.]

[Cause of death either 1 or 2. A few hours left. Timeline is flexible--I RP him at all ages.]

Even if she didn't seem much like a soft-hearted pacifist on the surface, Jolene was definitely not a person who would kill another human in cold blood. When the announcement had gone out across the network that the remainder of a whittled down population would receive their freedom only after a certain number of prisoners had been murdered, then, Jolene had gone underground almost immediately.

She had died often enough by now to realize that some things weren't worth fighting for, and that, invariably, anything that the Technicians proposed that might be good for its tormentees was going to be a multi-layered trap.

That had been a week and a half ago. The first week had been mostly quiet, but at some point, someone had snapped, and it had begun in earnest. The timing could not be worse: the young woman's cache of food had been running low, and she had been worried that she might be a good target, alone in the vast woods.

She'd been forced out of hiding, skulking along the autumnal forest path with her gun in reach and the buckle of her knife's sheath loose. She was wearing her least pronounced clothing, and she was taking the deer trails for fear of being spotted upon the main pathway. Eventually she had found herself at the mansion just west of the southernmost town -- at one point the place had been home to a mutant, and that was attested to by the gargantuan, twisted sculptures that had been made of the man's own metallic cache.

As far as Jolene knew, he was gone now... but she also surmised that he had been fierce enough to protect his own supplies. She knew that this mansion was large enough to support any number of caches from intrepid individuals, and it was just far enough out across a swamp that it was not often tread upon territory. It didn't seem that that was the case these days, however: she had darted around to the kitchen's entrance, but already she was seeing signs of violence. Blood, spacklings of holes in the marble of the mansion's facade. Someone had found an easy target out here, but it looked like they had fled the scene before they could finish the job. A man lay face-down on the walk, clearly not quite dead yet, but losing blood.

The long-haired woman froze the moment that she rounded the corner and took all of this in, and then very slowly, very carefully sank to a crouch and, like a wary crow, darted glares across the field for the culprits. Nobody that she could decipher from the waving brown foliage in the trees... but that meant very little.

She sidled at a low trot towards the victim. "Hey," she hissed, coming to a crouch on one knee as she neared him, scanning him for weapons -- or worse, the area for traps. "Can you move?" Her first impulse was to drag him inside the door, or maybe behind the bushes. This area was so exposed, with the open scraggly brown lawn and the clear line of sight to the trees that she felt particularly vulnerable.

This was a trap, it had to be a trap.

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Supposedly there were five stages of grief, but Gene Starwind never seemed to really get past 'denial' and 'anger'.

Two months ago, they hadn't really thought much of it when Gilliam went abruptly offline and rebooted five minutes later. After all, nothing showed up on the scan.

When Melfina had fainted the first time six weeks ago, Aisha and Suzuka had suggested she'd been overworked and stressed from the constant outings and battles in the Outlaw Star. When Gilliam said that something unknown registered on his sensors during a health scan, Jim had suggested taking her to a regular doctor. But the doctor couldn't help. It had taken traveling to a far out, backwater planet and finding a technician that had a hand in Melfina's original design to find out the problem: Melfina was dying. A virus, likely of Kei Pirate design, that was somehow attacking both the bio-android's biological and mechanical parts.

And there was no way to cure it.

Gene had grabbed the guy up by the collar, threatening him within an inch of his life, though it did no good.

In the end, they had but one conclusion they could arrive at: Melfina was going to die. And without her, the Outlaw Star would be nigh inoperable. The only option to keep the ship would be to program as similar a bioandroid as possible with Melfina's memories, program, and personality. But it wouldn't be Melfina.

The technician contacted a few of the others who had worked on the project for two reasons: Fred Luo's funding and influence, and the simple fact that they didn't want to see the XGP gone to waste. They warned that Melfina took months of dedication and a vast pool of resources, and they wouldn't be able to make something like her again in the span of a few weeks. But they would do what they could.

It had taken no small amount of coercing and yelling for Gene to be present at the new bioandroid's reveal. She looked similar to Melfina, but the Outlaw Star captain knew it wasn't, and never would be, the same.

It's the night before the data transfer (what a horrible thing to call it, Gene thought), and things almost, almost seem like they could be normal. The rest of the crew had gone to bed for their early morning, and Gene sits on the couch lounged sideways with Melfina pulled up to him between his legs. He has one arm around her, holding tighter than usual, the other resting on her thigh. He's markedly silent, chin atop her head and brooding gaze cast across the room, but focused on nothing.