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saturations) wrote2022-03-28 05:46 pm
saturations) wrote2022-03-28 05:46 pm
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Week 6 cyoa: hei, jiuqing, vin, and kashuu
spoiler warnings: ff14 heavensward and some light endwalker elements
content warnings: violence, death, war, terrorism (short), brief mentions/references for eyegore, brief mention/reference for decapitation, depression, suicidal ideation (nihilist flavor), suicide, dragons and monsters eating people
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she survives.
it's not what she wanted. she never wanted chang geng to die for her, not even a false version of him. but she runs, and he pursues her, and she can't just lay down and die - she still has people to get back to.
her home.
her mother.
her friends, in daxing and in the prism. the real chang geng, wherever it is that the souls of the dead are being kept. she has to survive.
she's breathing heavily, shakily, tears and blood mixing on her face when she looks down at him, the blade of her knife buried deep in his heart.]
No...
[she shudders.]
This isn't... it isn't real...
[it can't be.
she leaves his body where it is and stumbles back, in shock. she's not gotten through this unscathed. she needs a minute.]
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She looks like a mess, stumbling back, bleeding profusely from her wounds as tears well in her eyes. Her hair looks like a bird's nest, half of it with split ends or some strands just sliced off from Chang Geng's pursuit... The question still comes.
WAS IT WORTH IT?
For you to find comfort in another in this place? To have built something, or the semblance of something, when you know the Prism will take it away? You've taken this man's future. You've doomed his homeland—you've made sure those who loved him would never see him again. You may know there might be a chance to return the dead, but those chances are nebulous.
Is it worth it? If it is, would she listen to him the next time? ]
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he's gone now, and it's all her fault. he has died so that she can live.
was it worth it?]
No! Bring him back! Please!
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And so Chang Geng is brought back. They return to the game room, except this time she has all of her wounds. She bleeds out on her seat, but it seems he can't see her... He is refracting even earlier than last time—his gaze is distant and again he tries to talk to her.
Jiuqing, I █▓▓▒░░ ░
But he couldn't. Again, it catches him too quickly, then the night continues. The question is asked one more time... Except, this time, she is the one who dies. The blade that would cut through her shoulder, this time finds itself in her chest, through her heart.
Was it worth it? Does she want to listen to him? ]
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is this just going to keep happening? what does it matter if she doesn't listen? she's so tired. she just wants this to stop.
is it her own stubbornness that's making her keep going, trying to find a way out of this situation that simply doesn't exist? is it stubbornness that keeps her from listening to what it is he wants to say?
or is it fear?
the pain in her heart is intense, and she can't tell if it's from the knife, or from something else.
it's not worth it to struggle.
this time, she'll listen.]
Ch— Chang Geng...
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This repeats and it repeats, much like the trials she doesn't remember, and the question must be asked at trial's end. Death weighs heavy and the number she has been killed by Chang Geng is over three digits, four, maybe five. Her own death at his hands are almost equal. Slowly, she forgets that. Every time she kills Chang Geng becomes new.
There is an anomaly, somewhere in these cycles, he's able to tell her what he wanted to tell her. Chang Geng won the race against refraction, at least once in all of this madness.
"Meeting you, being with you—it is the Prism's only blessing. Jiuqing."
Such beautiful words and yet she's there, covered from head to toe in so much blood. It congeals, heavy like tar, and turns black in color. Her wounds, too, are too many to count. She barely feels that she's here and every movement hurts. How did she become this? She knew many cycles ago, but now she finds herself appalled as she's dressed in her forgotten sins. Yet, these words, maybe it is a light in this darkness. Maybe it can comfort her through this unending pain. But she would forget this moment, too.
With the number increasing, every cycle is new, until the question returns one last time. Like clockwork, all the memories of this hardship floods into her. Darkness consumes what she can see of her stained hands.
Was it worth it...?
Why live to only suffer? ]
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Because—
[everything hurts. breathing hurts, speaking hurts. but jiuqing pushes through it, her arms wrapped around herself, holding tightly as if she can keep herself together. she feels sick to her stomach, reeling from the pain of her injuries and the crushing memories that have all come crashing in.
it's too much.
but.
her mother - her friends - general lin... they're all waiting for her in daxing.
and in the prism - there are people waiting for her there, too. so many more of them than she ever expected herself to get attached to, but they're important. too important to lose herself to this place. she has to see them again.
and the people they've already lost...
her vision blurs. she's not sure if it's from pain or from tears, or both.]
Because it's my life, and... my life is worth living. Even if it hurts, it only hurts because I care. And as long as... as long as I'm still alive, I can always do something to make it better...!
[she grits her teeth]
This can't be all there is...
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But in darkness comes light. Her trial, all of it, for now will be sealed in the deepest part of her mind. That doesn't change that when she opens her eyes, she will find that her wounds are very real, but less severe. The black blood that covers her still stains her and this... Makes Ysayle, who had been talking to Hraesvelgr, gasp. It seems like she had finished before Jiuqing and no harm has come to her.
Quickly, he comes to supply her aether. It does not heal, but it keeps her from collapsing. ]
Jiuqing—what happened? You're injured!
[ But a primordial roar that shakes the very land they stand on sounds from the east... ]
[ A shiny glint from one of Hraesvelgr's eyes goes to Jiuqing! She's in possession of one of the dragon's eyes. ]
... May this power turn the tide.
No. 'Tis too soon. We must flee.
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Very sad they never attuned to any aetherytes since there aren't many on the way here.
Nidhogg, unfortunately, notices them and turns "fun"-sized. Nidhogg has taken Estinien's body as a vessel. He speaks with this Elezen's voice, morphed with his own as he uses Draconic language. With a flick of his wrist, his lance covered in his own blood lets out a shriek. ]
[ Swiftly, Nidhogg points his lance and lunges for a pierce straight through Jiuqing's throat. Ysayle isn't quick enough to block it for her, but Jiuqing can see her expression... Desperate, sorrowful, regretful. ]
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jiuqing barely has the chance to react to the fact that she's covered in blood? wasn't she just closing her eyes a second ago? what happened? why does everything hurt—?
what does she even do with a dragon's eye. help.
she's vaguely aware of ysayle taking her hand, but her attention is drawn to estinien's body, the blood-soaked lance, nidhogg leaping down and lunging—
it's only sheer dumb luck (and a roll of 17) that saves her from getting skewered. she stumbles, and his lance tears through her shoulder. she lets out a pained noise and twists, trying to move, to put some distance between them.]
Run—!
[...she is also attempting to get ysayle to run and leave her behind, because nidhogg/estinien can't murder ysayle while he's murdering her! she tries to tug her hand out of ysayle's and push her out of his reach. but she rolled a 6, so like. who knows how persuasive this will be.]
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"Keep running, Jiuqing. Someone on this star will always look for peace, but there is only one of you."
Ysayle doesn't have family. She doesn't have friends. If she died for peace, she's sure no one would mourn her. Someone else will pick up her mantle, but Jiuqing... There must be people who love her. She must have bonds irreplaceable. She must be returned.
Nidhogg comes with a high jump, sending himself into the skies. Bright dark aether rings appear, starting from the highest peak to them, as a guide for his descent. With an air-piercing dive, he comes for them, but Ysayle lifts her hand to form a barrier. It forms with a frosted blue film, fragmented like ice, and it holds... For now. The barrier is already cracking. How could she, one person, fend off a great wyrm?
"Go!"
Conveniently, Vidofnir is here, curious to know how the trial went, but this is pure chaos: "thou may ride my back, Jiuqing." ]
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[well.
with a roll of 3, she is not able to resist when ysayle ushers her away from the fight, toward vidofnir.]
Lady Ysayle! Please - be safe! I want to meet you again! There is only one of you, too!
[...is vidofnir really gonna let her be a dragon rider when she's dripping with blood? yikes. but i assume ysayle is able to get her on there and vidofnir will get going.]
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It may be the kindest words she has ever heard, to her person.
Whether Jiuqing hears her gratitude with the shrieks and roars from the dragon army prepping for war, who knows. Ysayle keeps the barrier up until she knows Jiuqing is safe with Vidofnir. Also... Vidofnir has to witness her uncle possess an elf man who's covered in his dragon blood? No biggie with how Jiuqing looks, but just so we know that Vidofnir has a surprised face, it's here. The white dragon takes no time and soars to escape.
Ysayle turns back to watch Jiuqing leave, smiling sadly to see her go, but it's also a smile full of purpose. For a short moment, Ysayle's image flickers between the appearance of two girls.
Their voices in unison ride the wind to her: come home.
A fight breaks out, but Jiuqing can only make some of it from the distance. There's a lot of shards of ice, Ysayle's ritual to transform into Shiva herself, but Nidhogg... He would return to his dragon form and snatch her life with his jaws. Even from far away, Jiuqing knows Ysayle—Yujiao and Ying are dead. ]
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anyway i guess jiuqing is just going to cling tightly to this dragon's back and try not to fall off. with a roll of 12, she does not critically fail and go plummeting out of the sky, but she's not very comfortable, either.
come home, they'd said.
she has to come home to them.]
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What she asks instead is: ]
Whither to, child?
[ They leave the Churning Mists, now returning to Dravania. Nidhogg's brood hasn't passed through yet to fly to Ishgard. ]
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um.]
I think... it was said before that... there was danger in Ishgard? I want to help...
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[ They will zoom there and I will set up when I get home. ]
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with a roll of 5, she manages to stay on, but wow her injuries sure are getting mcfuckedup along the way. not that it will be easy to tell under all the gross black blood she's already soaked in!!]
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