Everyone knows the feeling of when you see someone and you know you've seen them before. Isn't that a part of déjà vu? But what if the connection you have with that person goes beyond the superficial recognition of familiarity? Perhaps you were connected once...in the most intimate of ways. Some religions and philosophies believe in reincarnation of souls, and it's said that souls could be reincarnated together - once again to follow out the same path they did before.
Or maybe not. Maybe it could be a second chance for fixing things that went wrong before, like the a tragedy or circumstances keeping you apart. But can you take that chance? Do you even want to?
HOW TO PLAY- Comment with your character, stating preferences and pertinent information.
- Tag around to others and roll the RNG to determine what your scenario will be.
- The first roll determines the parameters of the "past life," the second the parameters of the "present life." The meme is intended to take place in the present, but there's nothing stopping you from playing out flashbacks to the "past."
- Play out the scene!
- WARNING: There will probably be triggers here.
| | A. THE PAST- Medieval: The two of you lived in the middle ages or an equal high fantasy setting. Kings, queens, knights, wizards, your doomed love was set among the sword and shield.
- Feudal Japan: During this time, honor reigned supreme and warriors lived and died by the sword. Perhaps the two of you lived here?
- War: World War I, World War II, World War...III? Whatever the tension was, the two of you weren't living in happy times.
- Not Human: You were gods, demons, monsters, angels - or at least one of you was.
- Sci-Fi: The two of you found love in a world of science and technology...maybe a base on the moon?
- Taboo: In a past life, the two of you were related, yet still somehow fell in love. Or perhaps there was a big age gap, or different social standings. Whatever it was, your affection was "wrong," somehow.
- Intended for Someone Else: One of you was engaged, intended, or taken by someone else.
- Not Allowed: For some reason, you couldn't have your love back then.
- Tragically Cut Short: Somehow, your love ended in tragedy and one of you died.
- Living Happily Ever After: The two of you grew old together, had a family, the whole shebang, and died of old age. As a reward, you get to be with your loved one again.
- WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
B. THE PRESENT- (Not So) First Meeting: You could swear you've seen this person before...but where?
- Need to Be Near You: You don't know why, but you have to be close to this person, to protect them, to love them.
- Memories: You're having memories of your past life and it's freaking you out.
- The Reveal: Somehow, the truth is revealed to you about who you used to be and what you life was like with this person.
- But I'm Taken: Unfortunately, you've already moved on to someone else who doesn't fit into the picture of your past.
- You Have to Be With Me: You're determined to rejoin with your past lover...even if they're not interested.
- He Doesn't See Me: You're afraid your lover only sees the past "you" and not the you who exists now. Are they in love with a memory?
- Madness Ensues: It's getting hard for you to tell which life is the "real" one, the one you have now or the one in the past. Perhaps you only see one way of release: becoming reincarnated again.
- It All Worked Out: The battles are fought, the war is one. You've earned your happy ending in this life and the two of you can live together.
- WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
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Deadpool | Marvel | OTA
A) #4 could be super fun. Like Deadpool is the reincarnation of the god of death. Aww yeah. Or Lucifer even. That would be cool. Any of the others would be fine too! B) any! ]
I don't even know I'm just gonna
And then, there's Deadpool.
Deadpool, who will rip his own heart out for a cheap joke. Deadpool, who smells like blood, gunpowder, and tacos. Deadpool, who keeps showing up out of the blue to save Peter's bacon.
He might as well face it, they're kind of friends.
So now, Peter's here. Different day, same shit. This particular, self-proclaimed criminal mastermind claims to have some type of precognition. Normally, Peter would scoff, but at this point she kind of has him on the ropes. The cavalry arrives with a lot of screaming and some katana-swinging - in all fairness to Deadpool, he did go out in a blaze of glory.
Now they're both a mess on the pavement, but something seems to be stopping her from delivering the finishing blow (to Peter, anyway).
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He really tried to protect Spidey, but that didn't seem to go as well as he'd hoped. The majority of the bullets he took were because he jumped in front of the other man.
Bea and Arthur were far out of reach and his guns were nowhere to be found either. Fuck. This was a mess.
Now he's here, laying on the ground miserably waiting to regenerate or to get shot again. He dragged himself closer to Spiderman, but someone decided it would be cute to shoot him right in the ass cheek. His yell may have sounded like Goofy.
"What the FUCK was that for?!" he yelled as he clutched at his ass. Deadpool looked up at the chick, the white eyes of his mask glaring daggers at her. "Back away from the spider, please."
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"Oh no, I can't do that," She simpered, one of her goons raising his gun threateningly in case Deadpool tried to move again. Peter gave a half-hearted sigh. There was nothing he could do but wait for her spiel to be over. Couldn't even web her for a distraction - one cartridge was empty, the other, fizzled out. He was stuck. "I can't let either of you go, especially the spider. But I'd like the pleasure of killing you myse-"
She stopped, midsentence, a strange look passing over her face. Her eyes flickered between the two of them, as if trying to comprehend something. Peter just groaned and flopped back, extending a hand towards Deadpool. "Mind putting me out of my misery here, buddy? If I listen to any more of this I'm gonna explode."
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Especially the spider. His eyes narrowed at that, hand hovering over his thigh where his last knife was hidden behind a pouch.
"You might need to hit the button on your life alert. I think your program stopped working," Deadpool babbled, reaching out toward Spiderman. If he could just get over there, maybe he could get that metal off of Spidey before anybody else tried to shoot him. He could use the knife to take out the chick if he timed it right. God. He knew what it felt like to be one of those targets at the shooting range now. His whole body throbbed painfully.
Her hand went up to her temple, pressing against it. If they were lucky, her head would just implode. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. "You were them," she erupted into laughter. It sounded full on crazy and Deadpool didn't like that at all. "I can't believe it. This is the last thing I expected to happen! Lucifer and Michael in the flesh!"
Why the hell was this crazy lady babbling about biblical crap?
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He honestly felt kind of bad that Deadpool had gone to all that trouble, put himself out on the line for Peter, gotten shot for him, and this was just how it was going to end. Fitting, though, that it's just another run of the mill villain. Peter never needed his life to go out in a blaze of glory or anything. Just him doing what he did best.
"...Lucifer and Michael?" That did catch his attention, and Peter lifted his head wearily to glare at her. Diminished effect, through the mask, but still. She'd moved on, beyond listening to him.
"Well I can't kill you now. It'd be such a waste of a millenia!"
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"I saw it. I saw you two fighting. I saw him," she jutted her chin toward Spiderman. "Throwing you out of Heaven for your treason. Oh, boy. You are still cursed to follow what you left behind. Poor Lucifer. Will you fight one another again? That's the real question."
What. The. Fuck. Deadpool just blinked at the crazy lady. "Somebody put her back on her meds. She's off her rocker."
This was it. His thigh wound and broken bones were healed up just enough to get the fuck out of there. Deadpool pushed himself up off of the ground, lightning quick. He shot over to Spiderman, putting every bit of his enhanced strength into untwisting that piece of metal off of him. He was hunkered over enough that any bullets from the goons around them would hit him, not Spidey and they definitely did. Guns started going off and he felt a bullet hit him right in the shoulder. He winced, but forced himself to keep pushing, muscles flexing painfully as the tissue ripped and reformed itself. Another two in his lower back, but it didn't hit the spine so he wasn't paralyzed. Goody!
They didn't have time for him to struggle right now. Finally he managed to undo it and he threw himself over Spidey to wait out the gunfire. Gunshot wounds? Meh. He was just bleeding out a little bit, was all. Fuck. Hopefully he could stay conscious enough to get the hell out of there. "♪♬Hey, I just saved you. I'm bleeding out like crazy. Spidey, here's my number. So call me maybe♪♬," he sang half-heartedly.
His vision started to go all googley. Uh oh.
"NO! Stop shooting!" she yelled at her goons. The majority of them stopped, but a few gunners continued to shoot. She began to scream, distracted by the insubordination.
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"Deadpool!" Peter couldn't do much but watch as Deadpool shot over to him, freeing him and then using himself as a human shield. Gloved fingers ended up on the front of his suit, hovering over the worst of the wounds and wishing he had some webbing to help patch the poor guy up.
"'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven, For too long, for too long - " Peter actually played along - definitely the blood loss, getting to him.
He could think of worse ways to die, all in all, and closed his eyes behind the mask, fingers tightening on Deadpool.
The shooting stopped, however, when the woman jerked the guns out of her cohorts hands with her psionic powers. She'd changed her mind? What?
"You'll destroy each other better than I ever could." Satisfied, seemingly so anyway, she snapped at her goons to start dispersing. Neither of them were really in shape enough to give chase, so.
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Deadpool groaned, still splayed over the top of Spidey protectively. His body was healing overtime, so hopefully that would be enough to move eventually. If he was lucky. Shit he was gonna need to eat a lot of tacos to recover from this one.
His eyes narrowed when they began to leave. What the fuck.
Within minutes the goons were already gone and she gave one look back to Spiderman and Deadpool. "Just don't destroy the rest of us in the process."
Um. He looked at Spiderman. "You okay?"
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"Hm?" Peter muttered, a little drowsy and out of it at this point, as the goons retreated. They were going to have to move soon - he could hear the sirens approaching, cutting off the streets; the last thing they needed was to get taken in and unmasked, especially like this. "Yeah, m'fine. You 'kay?"
Agdistis | Greek Mythology | OTA
Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA
Mitsunari Ishida| Sengoku Basara | OTA
Yukikaze |07-ghost| OTA
Bokuto Kōtarō | Haikyuu!! | OTA
Makoto Kino | Sailor Moon | OTA
The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA
Eliot Waugh | The Magicians | OTA
Princess Cassandra | Greek Mythology | OTA
Stuff and things, we do what we want, etc
Though the purpose of dreams was not in dispute, the content of them was often useless. So Sherlock never made an effort to remember them.
One recent one, however, was different. This one, he'd been unable to forget.
It was a quiet afternoon in Miss McCullough's magic shop, and Sherlock was... doing research. Mostly. He could have done that at the library, or any number of curio shops in the city. Instead, he'd chosen to be where Cassandra was. She could draw her own conclusions.
"You still experience visions?" The slightest upturn of a question to that. He wasn't actually certain.
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All of it about creating order out of chaos, of fighting against the entropy of the universe. Universes.
But people? People were the source of it all. And she never quite knew what to expect from the customers on any given day.
Questions like that, though? They made her want to ram a knife into a person's eye.
But she didn't. It wouldn't do wonders for the shop that was already supposedly haunted or cursed or whatever the story of the day was.
"No," she replied coolly, turning the bottles of tea one after another so they all faced the same direction. "I don't have visions. I'm a lunatic who has delusions."
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"And what if I said that I did?" she asked, brushing her hands off and walking back to the till, to make a few notes in the book they used to track inventory. "Would you ask me to make a prophecy for you right now?"
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He flipped over a page in the book he was holding. He was no longer giving it his full attention.
"I would ask you to describe the experience, regardless of what you said. But the memory is more reliable when it's fresh. I want to know how much latitude I'm allowing."
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He wasn't wrong. But it wasn't an endearing thing to hear. As if she didn't already know that. As if she hadn't wished away her curse a thousand times. When she thought about her life, the only experiences that seemed worth remembering--for better or for worse--had always been the ones she honestly didn't see coming.
She ran her fingers over the numbers in the book. And perhaps, too, some of the simpler moments that weren't really worthy of a prophecy.
"It's like watching a tragedy," she muttered softly. "Like being in the theatre. Only the masks are faces and the blood is real and no matter how hard you scream, no one can hear you. The story plays out, no matter what you want."
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Unsettling. But the significance of it would not be ignored. Another thing Sherlock had gotten more accustomed to was the knowledge that he ignored the unusual at his peril.
"Photios." The name was spoken quietly, but clearly. Sherlock forced himself to make it more than a murmur, something that would not need to be repeated to be understood. He only had one chance to observe her initial reaction.
And that's what he was doing now. Book still in his hand, but now looking across the room. Watching.
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Context played an unfortunate, unfair role in this. As far as she knew, 'Photios' was a name. Greek in origin, although it had spread a bit. It had to do with light. She'd even known someone by the name, although he hadn't had the infamy and glory worthy of the poets. No one he would have heard of from his supposed 'mythology,' surely.
So it had to mean something else. The way a 'boot' was also the back part of an automobile or a 'crone' was a sort of currency.
"Something on your mind?"
Margaery Tyrell | Game of Thrones
B - 1
But that is not it. That is not what makes him truly look. He has seen her before and he has known her differently. And she knew him better than he knew himself. Better than his mother did.]
My lady. You look lovely today.
[He prays to the gods that the tone of his voice is a steady one when he speaks to her.]
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But it is the warmth in his cheeks that is appealing, drawing a smile to her face, genuine and kind.]
You as well. [Gods, she normally has better control of her tongue and can offer wit and wisdom in great supply. She stumbles under the weight of his eyes.] I meant that you look very fine today, my lord.
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And this is their first meeting. The first step that can lead to a possible alliance between their houses.]
I try my best, my lady. [He smiles as well, amused by her words.] Still, I think I do not compare to you. You shine bright...like the sun. I consider myself lucky to be in your presence.
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The battle goes well? [It seemed a safer topic, otherwise she might reveal a tremor in her voice, evidence that his eyes were causing her heart to skip a beat.]
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Aye, they go well. I have won them all so far. [For a moment there is a certain sense of pride in his eyes. The further he comes, the closer he will be to getting justice for his lord father. To see the heads roll that need to roll.
Still, rolling heads do not take away the fact that she seems to be blushing a little. And he wants to ask her...gods, he wants to ask her all those things he remembers. But that would be odd and that might scare her off.] And how do you fare, my lady?