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The ＴＯＯＫＹＯＵＩＮ Shipping Meme

They were on your front door, in your yard, or on the street, confused and clearly in no position to fend for themselves; in a worst case scenario, they were bruised and battered, possibly close to death. Bleeding heart or not, you can't just be so cruel as to let them suffer. They need a place to stay, and you'll open your home to them...long enough to get back on their feet, anyway.

Speaking of feet, the shoe could be on the other one. You're worse for the wear - in a new place, possibly injured, certainly not in the best state of mind. You could not even remember how you got here or who you are to get here, for that matter. You may not want to remember. Whether willing or not so willing, you're in no position to turn down help, especially if said helper won't take no for an answer. No matter how dedicated you are to looking after yourself, there's only so much you can do in your position.

The two of you are staying together, at any rate. Only for a while, the plan is. But after said while, even though strength and confidence is returning to the injured, there's something a little different between you two. It could be the close quarters, the kindness shown, or a number of things, but quietly, softly, feelings have grown. Could more confusion and hurt spring from this? What about when it's time to go? Can the temporary resident leave as easily as they intended? You're so close now, perhaps a little while longer can't do any harm...

...until whatever it was that put them in such a perilous position in the first place comes back, and there could be "justice" for anyone who's dared to help.

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ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?

ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.

ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.

sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —

ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.

sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.

sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.

ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.

ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.

ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.

ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.

ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.

ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.

ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.

ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.

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Edited 2017-01-22 05:11 (UTC)

[Would you be cool with going a more gen route to start off with? Setting for the starter is immediately after this little cinematic, for context.]

The jungle, genuinely, had sucked. At this point in his life, Vrenille had had exactly one experience of going to war and he very much felt that he would like to never have another. Going to war, he had learned in the jungle, was a helluva lot different than living in the middle of a war, which he had plenty of experience with, having done so for the first sixteen years of his life. He'd really never fancied being one of the people doing the fighting though, and now that he'd done it once--now that he'd had the experience of being too late, of failing to save the person you were going in after--he pretty much felt like he'd prefer never to do it again.

As much as the jungle had sucked, though, he would still trade it in a heartbeat over Bloodstone Fen. This wasn't supposed to have been a war zone.

That was pretty much Vrenille's key thought as he fell out of the sky, Almorra Soulkeeper's airship receding into a distant dot above him. He managed to get his glider out and deployed though, and managed to have a look at the scene around him on his way to the ground--as proper a look as the cloud of blood-red dust in the air would allow at least.

Whatever the landscape had been here before, now it was nothing but a massive crater, a great gaping maw of earth left behind in the wake of a blast that had done more than tear apart the land. Rifts of destabilized energy sizzled everywhere, glassy-looking portals materialized in the air emanating waves of searing pain, and islands of rock floated in the sky, suspended by the magic released in the explosion.

Even worse were the Pact soldiers he saw--the ones who'd been on the ground when the blast hit and had lived through it, now doubled over, screaming and clutching their heads in pain. He didn't need to get close to them to see the evidence of their madness or to know that they would no longer act as allies.

It must have been chance or sheer dumb luck that he caught sight of a body lying out on the rocks as he was looking for a safe place to land. (Or maybe it was because of the wings, which happened to catch the light and draw his eye--Vrenille assumed they must be some kind of glider, perhaps still deployed because of some mishap on impact.) Hopefully just an unconscious body, he thought, and not a dead one, but regardless he wasn't going to just leave him there without checking it out.

His glider folding away as his feet hit solid ground, he bent down by the man's side. He did not look to be in terribly good shape, but at least he wasn't dead.

"Okay, buddy, here's hoping you don't try and blast my face off the moment you open your eyes," he muttered, and then gave him a few light slaps against the cheek to try and wake him.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me? Can you wake up?"

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[Canon or cross-canon. Probably the one taken in. Wounded in action before Talon could recover her? Open to saying your character was supposed to be her target when it happened.]