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expiationlogs2024-07-19 03:54 pm
luneminary) wrote in expiationlogs2024-07-19 03:54 pm
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( closed ) the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.
Who: Ryoji and Various.
Where: All across Aldrip.
What: Some closed starters for the Gnosia event!
Warnings: General death and violence, incineration, assisted suicide/suicide, choking, ego death. Will update as it progresses!
This revelation does not come with fanfare. This is one that comes as subtle epiphany, like remembering to fetch your clothes from the laundromat or realizing you forgot to water your plants for the day. This is waking up and realizing something that has been there all along, something that has always existed inside you.
For Ryoji, it is a purpose. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why it is, only that it is ingrained in the fibers of his existence this entire time. It is instinct, a compulsion he cannot fight against — it is not a choice, or a quirk of personality. An instrument is only capable of fulfilling the purpose it has been given.
Nothing has to change, because everything is as how it has always been. As it should be. His regained dark wings remain tucked away, until the moment is at hand.
Humanity yearns for salvation. And he has been born to grant their final wish.
Where: All across Aldrip.
What: Some closed starters for the Gnosia event!
Warnings: General death and violence, incineration, assisted suicide/suicide, choking, ego death. Will update as it progresses!
This revelation does not come with fanfare. This is one that comes as subtle epiphany, like remembering to fetch your clothes from the laundromat or realizing you forgot to water your plants for the day. This is waking up and realizing something that has been there all along, something that has always existed inside you.
For Ryoji, it is a purpose. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why it is, only that it is ingrained in the fibers of his existence this entire time. It is instinct, a compulsion he cannot fight against — it is not a choice, or a quirk of personality. An instrument is only capable of fulfilling the purpose it has been given.
Nothing has to change, because everything is as how it has always been. As it should be. His regained dark wings remain tucked away, until the moment is at hand.
Humanity yearns for salvation. And he has been born to grant their final wish.
for yusuke!
And yet, as he watched his friend’s life slip away in his fingers, Ryoji realizes that this isn’t hard at all. He can do this. He will do this. Which is why by the time he approaches his next target, all the butterflies in his stomach have dissipated away.]
You’re Yusuke-san, right? The one wants to punch people from the dating app?
[His humorous words do not match his face nor their previous conversation. The usually cheerful Ryoji looks haggard, part of his face covered by his scarf. Despite the rough exterior, he thinks that he’s a pretty decent guy…which is why he doesn’t want him to suffer.]
Have you seen my friends around? They’re at my age, usually wearing a uniform…With everything that’s been going on, I want to make sure that they’re alright.
[He’s not lying, at the very least — he does want to see them again. So, so very much.]