There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

[scarlet_devil]

(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.)

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.

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.


HOW IT WORKS:
1. 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. 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.)

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!


((Snagged from an earlier post from way back when... Different pic, but it's pretty much the same. Now in DW flavour.))

Comments

[the_hacker]

[It wasn't like she had a choice. With most of Desmond's part of the job done, her work running the Animus was less important. Volunteering for something dangerous to only herself, something thrilling, something stupid had its momentary appeal back, and she'd grabbed the Apple without even thinking.

Bill had tried to stop her after a few moments, and Shaun as well, even Desmond, but she'd made the decision to help, and she'd halted their approach. It was a success, even without the right genes, and she gave them the last push they needed.

How she'd suffered, though. All the effects of some sort of poisoning or wasting disease, deterioration of the body, fatigue worse than she'd ever admit to, no appetite, no sex drive, no enthusiasm; her world seemed to be slowly winding down. Her life was ending. Words wouldn't be put to it, though. She wouldn't tell Shaun, not out loud. He didn't need to know how bad it was, or how much it hurt.

Poor timing abounded in the world of this crew, and Rebecca was setting her head down just as he tossed the snacks. Her shoulder took the impact unkindly.]

Hey!

[the_historian]

[Well, at least it hadn't been her head - Though had it hit either target, it hadn't been intended to cause harm.

An eyebrow raised at that, turning around more fully in his stool.]

No, actually, they're pretzels. I had figured you might do with a break, before you strain something.

[He tapped his temple lightly, implying that the strain be more of a mental one, than physical.

At least, that's what he'd claim, anyway.]

[the_hacker]

Yeah...

[With difficulty, she leaned over to grab the fallen bag. She could see where the bottom layer had been crushed by the heavy fall, but she unfolded the curled-down edge anyway.

Daunting, each and every one of them. How could she do this? She hadn't been eating that much, but for Shaun, she'd... she'd just have to try.]

Thanks.

[He even got an eyeroll for his troubles!]

[the_historian]

[That wasn't right.

Shaun was not a big people person, as was... pretty obvious. But details were something that he knew.

So the lack of verbal retort, even just the speed of her movements. It was off. But was it realistic to expect her to be fine? She was dying, for Christ's sake.]

Thanks, she says. Have you any idea how terrible those go with tea? Any at all?

[They had some kind of flavoured coating on them. Apparently, someone's not a good grocery shopper.]

Last time I let Bill do the shopping.

[the_hacker]

Honey mustard's not bad.

[With shaking fingers, she turns one of them over for a moment, then pops it in her mouth just as she always did. This is a brand she always liked, the kind that tasted like you'd only paid 50 cents for them because you had. They reminded her of the all-night Italian cram sessions in college, sipping Kool Aid and singing bad 90s ska.

Now, they're flavorless, and he curses her own idiocy again as she manages to shove a few into her mouth.]

Gimme your tea.

[the_historian]

You may want to have your taste-buds checked, if that's the case.

[He fixes her with a stern look, not budging.]

Oh, yes. So you can get your honey-mustard flavoured saliva on the rim of the cup?

That? That is not going to happen, Rebecca. Because while you may have lost what little sense you had, I am still in full possession of my taste.

[the_hacker]

Yeah, I can't taste it anyway. I'm just thirsty. You don't have to be an asshole about it.

[That one cut to the quick. Typical Shaun. In moments like that she missed Lucy the most, because no one could understand her words like Lucy. Her throat felt too dry, too choked, and she needed something... that wasn't that.]

I'll make my own, if you're gonna be like that.

[Struggling a bit to get to her feet, she headed toward the hot plate, ready to fire it up with the kettle on.]

[the_historian]

[Idiot.

Very smooth, Hastings.

His comments often hit where it hurt, but it was usually intentionally. This was just plan carelessness on his part, which stung all the more.]

Had you wanted your own, you could have asked. Bit of a difference, getting your backwash in my drink to me grabbing one for you.

[He finally pushed up off the stool, folding his arms across his chest.]

Anything else you'd like to share? You are aware that loss of taste is a bit more serious than not wanting pretzels, yeah?

[the_hacker]

I know, but I didn't want to ask you to make my tea for me! I've got a little pride left. Not much. I need to give it up.

[She ran her fingers through her hair.]

I know, I'm acting weird. I guess it's finally sinking in. There's nothing we can do.

[Once she failed to grab the knob on the burner twice, she stepped back.] I can't even work.

[the_historian]

And here I thought it was about being too lazy to do it yourself.

[The jibe fell flat, humourless and awkward given the circumstances. His wit had failed him for the second time in their brief conversation, leaving him hopelessly unarmed against the issue.

Consoling had never been his strong suit.]

You do make a good show of it, if that's not what you're doing.

[He tries to be polite about stepping forward and twisting the knob for her. There wasn't much else he could do.]

... Even if there isn't, we won't give up. We just need more information.

[the_hacker]

You're still looking?

[Genuine shock adorns her features. She'd have given up already, somehow. The Apple is unbeatable, undefeatable. It killed Lucy.

Leave it to Shaun to still care. With a sigh, Rebecca turned away, removing her headphones and setting them aside.]

Thanks, Shaun. Can you... make the tea? I don't want to burn myself and... yeah.

[the_historian]

[It's Shaun's turn to be surprised, though the only outward sign is an arched brow. The incredulous gaze is a staple for him already, so it doesn't seem out of place.]

Did you honestly believe we'd give up? Just sit on our hands, counting the days?

You know me better than that.

[He's already taken over the process. No one makes tea like an Englishman - It's a hereditary skill. If killing was in Desmond's blood, then the art of tea-making was in his.]

[the_hacker]

[She shrugs, turning away.]

Sorry. I don't even feel like getting out of bed some mornings. I just kinda... feel useless. I'm holding the team back.

[She walks over to the Animus 2.0, to Baby, running her fingers over the fabric of the chair. All the things she'd done that the general populace would never know about. It was the lot of an Assassin to live without glory, but she really wished she could show Baby to the world.]

You know... You're always sarcastic. That's a British thing, yeah?

[the_historian]

[Watch a master at work, Rebecca. You might learn something.

It also gives him something to focus on, trying to shoulder the weight of the information. He'd known that things were... deteriorating, but...

Perhaps he wasn't as perceptive as he boasted.]

Ah yes. Because Desmond is the logical choice for a technician. In that case, you may want to finish 'Animus for Dummies' before you retire, or we'll be in a real mess.

[He taps the spoon against the inside of the cup, glancing back over his shoulder.]

I think it would be what's classified as a 'me' thing, really - Not every Englishman shares my rapier wit.

[the_hacker]

[Shaun always was the domestic one.

She hates that she thinks in past tense now. Her heart wants to be on fire, to throw herself into everything, but she's so frustrated with what it's done to her head. She hardly thinks she'd be able to tackle something like the Animus anymore.]

I'm working on it. Chapter five: Don't Let Shaun Touch Baby.

[But there's something about his idiotic failings and overconfidence that Rebecca likes, or she wouldn't have covered his ass for this long.]