[ it's time for memshare shenanigans! in which, we'll dive quickly into because Dokja catches sight of Xie Lian just as he steps on a glass shard, enlightening him to one particular memory... | and a song for your music needs. ]
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[ When you awake to your senses, it's filled with nothing but pain. Your body has been torn apart again and again- enough to cause your mind to break down. Despite this shock, your body was still alive. Your party members were shocked by your miserable appearance but they shouldn't stop. It is not meant to be for you to live. You stare at your loyal and dependable companions, exhausted and tired. Forced to fight you despite not wanting to, pressured to by your words and encouragement. Each of them filled with despair, that they would have to strike you down just to live. However, it had to be this way. If not you- then who else? It was better that it was you that was in this position. ]
Con... tinue.
[ If they didn't do it now, there wouldn’t be another chance.
[A few constellations have noticed your sacrifice.] [Many constellations are amazed by your will.]
However, if there was one person you could rely on to finish the job, it was him.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Jonghyuk had risen from the stone wall and was watching you.
You almost laugh at the expression he makes. He can't change what has already happened, and he knows that. Because it's Yoo Joonghyuk, he has already accepted that he would have to kill you. That's what you think even as you can see that he believes it should be him in this spot and not you.
When Yoo Joonghyuk rushes to you, every hit with his blade against your body makes you feel weaker and weaker. He doesn't say anything but his despair is conveyed every time the blade cuts you. You know this isn't enough. You know it and he knows it. You usher him to use the proper blade- he hesitates with a response, gaze hard as he stares at you.
"...If I use this, you can't b̶̗̬̹̲̌̓́̿̈́́́̆é̵̢̢̢͔̰͎̖̬̰͉̺̳̦͚̈́͆̍̽͑͠ ̶̳̂̉̇͗͑r̶̥̤̠̜͎̜̦̳̉͐̀̐̏̽̒̇̑̊̂͋̾͘̚͜e̷̢̧̯̫͖̟̜͍̮̙͔̺͛͗͒̔̃̋̎́͝ͅs̶̨̞̙̲͎̙̻̞̠̘̾͆͒̌̋̚̚̕ṵ̵͚̺̞̝̟̠͎̳͍͎̊͜r̶̨͓͕͊̂̉͛̌r̵̺͖̄̔͛̆̊̇͌̔̐͋͌̓̂͝ę̴̳͇̹̻̼̰̏̏̽̌̽̒͜ͅc̵̜̾̚ţ̷̠̭̜̱̉̔̑̎͝ẹ̵̅̾͂̃͋̈́͛͒͋͑͗͝͠͝d̶̮̅͐̀͂̾͘."
Yoo Joonghyuk thinks too much and you know this. You know he's worried about the scenario being ruined, however now was the time to use that blade. It had to be done if they hoped to win. Text appears on the screen beside you in that moment.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ feels despair.] [The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is sighing deeply.] [The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is holding her breath.]
Yes... you're aware that by that blade, all of your chances of coming back may be gone. This could be your final farewell.
The party members were running. They cried, screamed or were filled with deep anger. Everyone was coming towards you. Your vision gradually diminishes and all the characters became the landscape. You saw them and laughed.
「 Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most. 」
You had forgotten. All prophecies couldn't be interpreted literally. In this Star Stream, people were stories.
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at you.] [The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ is looking at you.]
As the gazes of countless stars in the sky poured towards you, a story was running towards you. Parents, friends and lovers were all stories. This wasn’t the Ways of Survival you knew but— It was a story more wonderful than Ways of Survival.
[A constellation of a small planet is looking at you.] [All the constellations on the Korean Peninsula are looking at you.]
It was your story. You laughed as Yoo Jonghyuk's sword pierced your heart.
[ Your fate has been realized. ]
Your body slowly sinks down and you can feel Yoo Jonghyuk hold onto you. “Kim Dokja.” You choke a bit on blood, spilling from your lips as your peer at the man with a smile. ]
It was a really great story. İ̵̧̢̢̧̠̟̜̰̯͇̈́̆̓͑͐s̸̖̬̐̾͌̂̒̚n̵̢̨̡̯̝̭̯̲̳͛̀̓̓̍̎̓͘̚͜'̷̡̫̝͇̖̎͗̀ţ̴̧̭̙̮̬̣̺̰̤͙͐̀̂̊͌̾̉̓̇̌͜͝͝͝ ̸̛̘͉̻͍̬͌̓̾̊̅͛̇t̷̡̛̗̦̲̝͍̝̲͙͉̼̖̯̻̱̒̍̓͂̔̄̏́͗͘͠h̴̨̘̆͜a̷̛̦̹͇̻͎̞̺̪̥̾̾́̊́̀͑͂̂͝ṫ̷͉͐̃ ̵̘̿̀̀̄̓͒̍͜ṟ̶͍̼̲͎̳̞̈̇̈̒̉̾̄̅̍͐̿̈́̑̉͝į̴̮̗̜̠̥͓͈͒̊́͌̚͝͝͝g̷̢̣̘͔͈͙͚̖̬͈͋̓̌̾͐͊͐͐͑͝ͅḧ̸̨̨̛̺̙̙̳̼̤̣͕̣̝̲́̽̏̋͒̐͜͝t̸̨̛̠͖̞̲̺̩̦͔̖͙͉̞̝͈̊̂̎̈̒̀̈́͒͒͐͊͠?̷͉̬̲̬͎̇̎͂̀͊̓͠
[ Yoo Jonghyuk stares down at you silently. You couldn’t find any words and just watched. It was as if you had always been meant to do this. That's what you believe.
[The effect of the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds has destroyed all remaining extra lives.] [You can no longer resurrect.]
You finally look up at the sky. The clusters of nebulae were in the center of the night sky. Vedas, Olympus, Papyrus... You would never forget what they had done. Then the sky blinked.
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
The stars shone brightly as if in response to your will.
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ doesn’t wish for your death.] [The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ doesn’t wish for your death.] [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
You look at the sky and laugh. Due to these guys, you hated the constellations but you couldn't hate the story. ]
[ The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from you. A small black hole appeared in the air behind you. Your body was slowly being sucked into it. Your legs, your torso, your arms... it's a strange sensation as they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in.
it is not that he has died, really - he should have, but he can't, so the pain itself isn't unfamiliar.
but what happens after is new. the miserable comrades joonghyuk - seeing him through kim dokja's eyes, feeling his realization, his laugh - the way his face as kim dokja's pulls up into a smile, as the life starts to leave his body. and this about constellations, too, feels familiar but unfamiliar all at once, like the heavens of his own realm, like the voice of the heavenly emperor, doesn't wish for you death --
he takes a deep breath like a gasp as the memory ends, surprised, and touches his own chest, curling his hand in the front of his silks, stumbling a little where he stands. ]
I -
[ it takes him a moment to recenter himself, and xie lian forces himself to exhale. ]
[ That feeling of horns atop his head, the weight of wings on his back, the sword... piercing right through his chest as he sunk into his companion-
it's all gone now. A hand is on his chest to confirm he's still intact, not having fallen away into pieces. His right arm is in a sling and that's a reminder of the present and not the memory of his past.
He hears his name and for a moment he doesn't answer. It doesn't register. After a pause, he finally looks over to the man and he smiles, but it's not really there. ]
Xie Lian. [ He glances off to the side, as though still seeing that memory still on display. ] ...It's a good story. My companions did well to defeat the rise of the 73rd demon king.
[ A hum of thought. ] I gained my modifier after that. "Demon King of Salvation."
[ xie lian's hand is on his own chest as kim dokja talks - mostly because he's still feeling it, too. under his hand is a similar scar, from a sword that pierced his chest, though from someone with far less love.
he lets the silence fall between them even longer after kim dokja does speak, especially when the title comes. of salvation... ]
... You revived as he does, even still? After you...
[ after the context of that memory, where it seemed his death was rather final? it seems like xie lian may have already had a peek into yoo joonghyuk's memories, so, at least some of this feels familiar, but his heart aches for kim dokja.
It may have felt like a final end, but I was able to live after that. ...Well, my Incarnation body was destroyed, that's for certain. There was no saving that. But I was able to ascend as a Constellation.
[ Which is, of course, to say he is technically not human. It's not knowledge he's gone to flaunt about. Probably wouldn't have felt the need to. However, it's probably information that can be gained by a memory at some point at this rate, so there's no point in not mentioning it now.
He glances back over, showing a reassuring smile. ]
There's no need to look at me like that. I'm fine now. I'm right here, alive and well as you can see.
[ It had been a shock to deal with the impending fate. Looming over him for some time, waiting for the moment it would happen and... when it did, it was like a dawning realization. At least after that, he didn't need to await yet another fate coming after him. ]
the first is only a few seconds long - a sword fight against a ominous creature, spiritual energy sparking through your veins like wildfire. you fend the creature of yi nian bridge off with aplomb and grace - there are no words, just the sound of swords clashing together, the grace of your blade moving through the water underneath your feet, as you destroy a wrath level demon like it's nothing. you move to save others, to help your beloved xian le again and again, and when the demon falls, defeated, there's a crack of lightning and an earthquake, the heavens rumble as you make your ascension, the crown prince who pleased the gods now become a god himself.
and then, the memory seems to fade with that bright light.
your feet pound against the golden pavement of the heavens, and palaces go by you in a blur. you can feel spiritual energy that leaks off of you in waves - you are the young god taizi dianxia, the crown prince who pleased the gods, flower in one hand, sword in the other, the central martial god, and today, you are running in desperation.
you slam open the doors of the emperor's heavenly palace, interrupting what looks to be an important meeting. a handsome, older man with dark hair wearing a headdress looks up at you from his throne - jun wu, the heavenly emperor, who looks across at you with mild curiosity, and his usual fondness. this man is almost a father to you. maybe that's why you are fine speaking out of turn. (maybe it's because you are always fine speaking out of turn, when you're impassioned enough.) ]
My lord-- [ you say, bluntly, completely interrupting everything, ignoring any of the customs of the older gods in front of you. ] I'm descending to the mortal realm.
[ the heavenly emperor blinks mildly at you as the entire meeting comes to a stop. you could hear a pin drop. after a moment, the heavenly emperor closes his mouth, and speaks, his voice gentle. "Xianle... I am aware of what's happening, but you must remain calm."
you shake your head. ] My lord, I didn't come to request permission. I came to inform. My people - [ and you love your people, more than just as your devotees, you love every single one of them as fiercely as they have ever loved you, with every fiber of your body, and their despair overwhelms you ] -are currently sunken in the depths of hell, so please forgive me if I cannot remain calm.
[ plague. war. drought. destruction. everything in xian le is falling apart by the moment. you cannot just stand by.
the heavenly emperor sighs. "The universe has its own rhythm. Do you not realize that if you descend to appear before mortals, it will be a violation of heavenly law?"
something about that just lights a fire in your heart. the law? the law your people are dying, are suffering, and you're up here doing paperwork? you won't. you won't, you won't. you refuse, and you cry - ] IF IT'S A VIOLATION, THEN SO BE IT!
[ you are barely seventeen years old, and you have just defied the heavenly emperor.
shock ripples through the crowd, and murmuring starts, but you ignore them, your eyes only for the heavenly emperor, as you bend to bow. your heartbeat sings with spiritual energy. with pride. with determination, that floods your core. ]
Pray my lord let me go this once; just give me a little time. Since the fighting has started, casualties are unavoidable, but if I could stop this and reduce the number of dead, minimize the conflict, then after the fighting ends I will for sure return willingly to repent, and have my lord sentence me as see fit. Whether I shall be sealed under a mountain for a hundred years, a thousand years, a hundred thousand years--I WILL NOT REGRET!
[ you shout the final word of your sentence - adrenaline courses through you. you remain bowed low out of respect, and take a step back, but you do not turn. determined, fists clenched at your sides, ready to do everything for xian le. for them, for them, for them.
"Xianle!"
the emperor's voice rings out. you pause, mid step, and hear him sigh. "You can't save everyone."
and that is where you're wrong, you think, fiercely. the tiny fire in your heart blazes into a wildfire, now.
you stand up to your full height, seventeen year old prince turned god about to be prince, again, and lock eyes with the emperor. ]
Whether I can, I won't know until I've tried. Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn't pierce my heart and nail me dead on the ground, then I am still alive, and till my last breath, I will struggle to the end!
[ and in the end, you do not turn away from him. you still kowtow, to the emperor, because he is the person you respect most in the entire world.
but you walk straight out of that door facing him, and when the black shackle of being banished wraps around your neck, you don't look back.
you're going to save your people. you refuse to let the laws of godhood - stupid, stupid laws - be the reason that a single person suffers. not on your watch. not on your life. you will do anything for the people of xian le.
you will not let them fall. you became a god to help them, and become a god is what keeps you from them. the laws of the heavens are confining. frustrating. cruel.
so you throw it away.
you will not simply watch as your world falls apart.
[ It takes a moment to recover from the memory, a hand rubbing absentmindedly at his own neck while he returns to the present. Returns to now. A memory, he reminds himself. A story that is not his own but... intriguing nevertheless. He wonders, how will that story go? ]
...You're one of a kind, Xie Lian.
[ It sounds like a compliment at least. Curious, gaze ever-observant but peers at the other man as if in a new, different light. ]
[ imagine i was like "i'm gonna speedrun and get great cr with zetsu" and then immediately died
this isn't the first time xie lian has shared this memory, so - to see it again stirs up a complicated host of feelings. some bitter, some nostalgic, and some sad in between. absently, he reaches up, fingers playing with the bandages he typically wears around his neck. ]
...In this case, perhaps, I am not. It seems we both ascended, Kim Dokja...
There was definitely some nostalgia in his own memory, it could be saddening- were it his companions, they would be. But Dokja knew he was the only one that could have taken up that role. Nobody else. He couldn't risk losing them. So, he wasn't sad with the results, despite the pain. The sacrifice. ]
well! xie lian ends up smiling a little, and rubs the back of his neck. ]
Here we are, indeed. It's strange, isn't it...? This place's talk of gods is so very different than the realm that I live in, but...so many of the concepts are the same.
[ ascending for certain acts, and the like.
the smile grows, though. ] ... I don't know how to explain it, but - I'm quite glad to find someone who understands, at least a little! It's a form of camaraderie, no?
The way the upper management seem to be entertaining themselves here by having us solve these "disputes" is actually very familiar to the Constellations and dokkaebi back home. They'll give us scenarios to complete just so they can watch us scatter.
[ The corner of his eyes crinkle with his smile at that thought, but it eases when he looks curiously back at the other man. ]
..You could say that, yeah. Sometimes, you need someone who understands, to be able to really put themselves in your shoes, huh? [ "Why is it do the things that they do?" It might help in the future. ]
[ it might indeed. mostly because now they can look at each other and just nod in same hat. terrible. xie lian gives a little smile to that and a nod, and san lang chitters.
then, also, considering what he says about his world.... ]
I see... so, things like us vanishing at random hours, or - these trials, those would certainly fit into your narrative, no? What's a "dokkaebi", may I ask?
That's right. If the scenario sees a reason for a change of settings, it'll happen. We'll be given a certain timeframe to complete it and the penalty can be anything from losing coins to death.
[ So it really is kinda similar. ] They're kind of like furry goblin... One second.
[ Pulls out his notebook, which he gives a quick sketch of something like this. ] They have a channel which broadcasts to Constellations so they can watch us as we do scenarios, dokkaebi are in charge of giving them to us and can also increase the difficulty or add sub scenarios as they please.
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[ When you awake to your senses, it's filled with nothing but pain. Your body has been torn apart again and again- enough to cause your mind to break down. Despite this shock, your body was still alive. Your party members were shocked by your miserable appearance but they shouldn't stop. It is not meant to be for you to live. You stare at your loyal and dependable companions, exhausted and tired. Forced to fight you despite not wanting to, pressured to by your words and encouragement. Each of them filled with despair, that they would have to strike you down just to live. However, it had to be this way. If not you- then who else? It was better that it was you that was in this position. ]
Con... tinue.
[ If they didn't do it now, there wouldn’t be another chance.
[A few constellations have noticed your sacrifice.]
[Many constellations are amazed by your will.]
However, if there was one person you could rely on to finish the job, it was him.
"Kim Dokja." Yoo Jonghyuk had risen from the stone wall and was watching you.
You almost laugh at the expression he makes. He can't change what has already happened, and he knows that. Because it's Yoo Joonghyuk, he has already accepted that he would have to kill you. That's what you think even as you can see that he believes it should be him in this spot and not you.
When Yoo Joonghyuk rushes to you, every hit with his blade against your body makes you feel weaker and weaker. He doesn't say anything but his despair is conveyed every time the blade cuts you. You know this isn't enough. You know it and he knows it. You usher him to use the proper blade- he hesitates with a response, gaze hard as he stares at you.
"...If I use this, you can't b̶̗̬̹̲̌̓́̿̈́́́̆é̵̢̢̢͔̰͎̖̬̰͉̺̳̦͚̈́͆̍̽͑͠ ̶̳̂̉̇͗͑r̶̥̤̠̜͎̜̦̳̉͐̀̐̏̽̒̇̑̊̂͋̾͘̚͜e̷̢̧̯̫͖̟̜͍̮̙͔̺͛͗͒̔̃̋̎́͝ͅs̶̨̞̙̲͎̙̻̞̠̘̾͆͒̌̋̚̚̕ṵ̵͚̺̞̝̟̠͎̳͍͎̊͜r̶̨͓͕͊̂̉͛̌r̵̺͖̄̔͛̆̊̇͌̔̐͋͌̓̂͝ę̴̳͇̹̻̼̰̏̏̽̌̽̒͜ͅc̵̜̾̚ţ̷̠̭̜̱̉̔̑̎͝ẹ̵̅̾͂̃͋̈́͛͒͋͑͗͝͠͝d̶̮̅͐̀͂̾͘."
Yoo Joonghyuk thinks too much and you know this. You know he's worried about the scenario being ruined, however now was the time to use that blade. It had to be done if they hoped to win. Text appears on the screen beside you in that moment.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ feels despair.]
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is sighing deeply.]
[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is holding her breath.]
Yes... you're aware that by that blade, all of your chances of coming back may be gone. This could be your final farewell.
The party members were running. They cried, screamed or were filled with deep anger. Everyone was coming towards you. Your vision gradually diminishes and all the characters became the landscape. You saw them and laughed.
You had forgotten. All prophecies couldn't be interpreted literally. In this Star Stream, people were stories.
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at you.]
[The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ is looking at you.]
As the gazes of countless stars in the sky poured towards you, a story was running towards you. Parents, friends and lovers were all stories. This wasn’t the Ways of Survival you knew but— It was a story more wonderful than Ways of Survival.
[A constellation of a small planet is looking at you.]
[All the constellations on the Korean Peninsula are looking at you.]
It was your story. You laughed as Yoo Jonghyuk's sword pierced your heart.
Your body slowly sinks down and you can feel Yoo Jonghyuk hold onto you. “Kim Dokja.” You choke a bit on blood, spilling from your lips as your peer at the man with a smile. ]
It was a really great story. İ̵̧̢̢̧̠̟̜̰̯͇̈́̆̓͑͐s̸̖̬̐̾͌̂̒̚n̵̢̨̡̯̝̭̯̲̳͛̀̓̓̍̎̓͘̚͜'̷̡̫̝͇̖̎͗̀ţ̴̧̭̙̮̬̣̺̰̤͙͐̀̂̊͌̾̉̓̇̌͜͝͝͝ ̸̛̘͉̻͍̬͌̓̾̊̅͛̇t̷̡̛̗̦̲̝͍̝̲͙͉̼̖̯̻̱̒̍̓͂̔̄̏́͗͘͠h̴̨̘̆͜a̷̛̦̹͇̻͎̞̺̪̥̾̾́̊́̀͑͂̂͝ṫ̷͉͐̃ ̵̘̿̀̀̄̓͒̍͜ṟ̶͍̼̲͎̳̞̈̇̈̒̉̾̄̅̍͐̿̈́̑̉͝į̴̮̗̜̠̥͓͈͒̊́͌̚͝͝͝g̷̢̣̘͔͈͙͚̖̬͈͋̓̌̾͐͊͐͐͑͝ͅḧ̸̨̨̛̺̙̙̳̼̤̣͕̣̝̲́̽̏̋͒̐͜͝t̸̨̛̠͖̞̲̺̩̦͔̖͙͉̞̝͈̊̂̎̈̒̀̈́͒͒͐͊͠?̷͉̬̲̬͎̇̎͂̀͊̓͠
[ Yoo Jonghyuk stares down at you silently. You couldn’t find any words and just watched. It was as if you had always been meant to do this. That's what you believe.
[The effect of the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds has destroyed all remaining extra lives.]
[You can no longer resurrect.]
You finally look up at the sky. The clusters of nebulae were in the center of the night sky. Vedas, Olympus, Papyrus... You would never forget what they had done. Then the sky blinked.
[The constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
The stars shone brightly as if in response to your will.
[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
You look at the sky and laugh. Due to these guys, you hated the constellations but you couldn't hate the story. ]
Let’s meet again, Ȳ̶̪̟̣̹̱͉̩̻̬̾̉͜͝ͅò̶̧͚̺͎̤̮͓͉͈̳̈́̉̌͐̆͑̔͋͋͐̅̈́̕͜ô̵̱͕͈͇̗͔̬̭̤̯̿͠ ̶̯͈̩͎̗̪̇͗͝J̸̛͎̼͓̟̘͊͌͋̅̌̀̓ǫ̵̡̖̽͒̒͑͛̾̕͝ơ̷̡̢̪͍̭̲̠̹͔̜̈́̇̀̃̽̍̇̕n̸̨̡̢̗͍̘̺̪̳̭͕̖͚̘̏ģ̷̡͕̟̟͇̹̠̻̝͂̓͊̅́̀͆̏̈́̀͠͝h̶̨͔̻͈̮̤̰̰̱̹̖̘͎̮͙̅̓̈͗̑̉̄͌̎̍̿͛͆͒͠ỳ̶̼̬̮̹́̓͒̋̒̊̀̕͜ͅu̴̧͕͈̬̭̤̩̿͆́̚͜k̵͎͚͙̙̙̯̮̝͙̭̜̣̱̟̾̅̍̊̐͆̂̄̀̏̐̉̈̕̚͜.̵̧̘̼͖̘͖̖͙̍̇̾̾̈́̚
[ The power of the demon king disappeared and at the same time, strength drained from you. A small black hole appeared in the air behind you. Your body was slowly being sucked into it. Your legs, your torso, your arms... it's a strange sensation as they turned into powder and were slowly being sucked in.
"̸̢̧͎̭͚̞̥̲̗̻̮̎̀̈́̓͋̓͌́͘̚ͅK̶̢̡̢̨͈͕͔͖̘̲͉̱̏͂̈̓̑ȋ̷̢̺͉͎͇͈̖̜̱̗̺͒̕m̷̧͔̯̮̅̊̿̅͆͗ ̴̢̡̧̨̹̗̖̥̘͙̟͇͌͑̓̎̔̃̓̆͒̈͂̄͐͌̎ͅD̷̨̛̻̱̲̼͈̺̤̬̞͚̘͋͝o̷̡̬͇̲̬͙̲̼̹͉̘͋͗̊̆̿͒̀͊͗̅̂͘͜͝ķ̸̧̭̼̪̭̘͔̥̣̩̰͕̪͈̍͛̀̾̾̔̍̈̿j̴̟̤̞̞̘̻̄̍̏̓̾͗͑́́̇̆̕á̵̢̡̛͙̞͈͚̬̪̣͑͊̓̌͛̽͐͗̓͠!̷̡̻͖̬̖̰̻͓̭͎̲̠̬̳̉͗̈́̔̊̿͐̌͗̈́͜ ̸̜̥̖̻͎́̅̔̓̌̈́̃̊̈͂̊̚͝N̶̻̖͉̞͔̮̭͖͉̘̜͙̖̯͌̓̒̀ȯ̸͎̗̝̳̳͗̓̿̆͐̏̉̔̐̇̃͜͜!̴̠͓̤̘̹́̈́̆̀͘͠ ̶̡̤̖͎̔̉͐͐̃́̓̈͒̋̕̚Ḱ̷͔̰́̒̌̌̕ì̷̢̢͉̳̯̠̯̱͙̍̓̒̊̈̚͜͜͝m̴̻̥̎̄͛̄̌́̍̋̅͊͛̓͘͠ ̴͓̯̀͜Ḑ̷̦̖͙̝͖̃̏o̴̯͓̫̙͍͇̗̣͛͘ͅk̷̛̼̼͕̿̇̅͑̉̉̅̐̓̚͠͝j̴̧̧̛͈̭̹͔̯͙͖̘͖́̆͗͛̾̂̀̓̾̾͝a̸̡͚͈͖͖͕̲̯͓̜̫̲̞̮̔̂́̿̅̉́̃̒͒̑̓̅!̵̡̛̱̦̫̳͗̈̓̀̆̃͘͜ͅ"̴̧̛͚͉̪̫̼̳͎̗̤̈́͊̒͘͠
At the last moment, he tightly held you by the neck. However, it was already too late.
Your vision turns black and you are sucked into an empty void. ]
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it is not that he has died, really - he should have, but he can't, so the pain itself isn't unfamiliar.
but what happens after is new. the miserable comrades joonghyuk - seeing him through kim dokja's eyes, feeling his realization, his laugh - the way his face as kim dokja's pulls up into a smile, as the life starts to leave his body. and this about constellations, too, feels familiar but unfamiliar all at once, like the heavens of his own realm, like the voice of the heavenly emperor, doesn't wish for you death --
he takes a deep breath like a gasp as the memory ends, surprised, and touches his own chest, curling his hand in the front of his silks, stumbling a little where he stands. ]
I -
[ it takes him a moment to recenter himself, and xie lian forces himself to exhale. ]
... Kim Dokja...
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it's all gone now. A hand is on his chest to confirm he's still intact, not having fallen away into pieces. His right arm is in a sling and that's a reminder of the present and not the memory of his past.
He hears his name and for a moment he doesn't answer. It doesn't register. After a pause, he finally looks over to the man and he smiles, but it's not really there. ]
Xie Lian. [ He glances off to the side, as though still seeing that memory still on display. ] ...It's a good story. My companions did well to defeat the rise of the 73rd demon king.
[ A hum of thought. ] I gained my modifier after that. "Demon King of Salvation."
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he lets the silence fall between them even longer after kim dokja does speak, especially when the title comes. of salvation... ]
... You revived as he does, even still? After you...
[ after the context of that memory, where it seemed his death was rather final? it seems like xie lian may have already had a peek into yoo joonghyuk's memories, so, at least some of this feels familiar, but his heart aches for kim dokja.
...for the both of them, really. ]
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[ Which is, of course, to say he is technically not human. It's not knowledge he's gone to flaunt about. Probably wouldn't have felt the need to. However, it's probably information that can be gained by a memory at some point at this rate, so there's no point in not mentioning it now.
He glances back over, showing a reassuring smile. ]
There's no need to look at me like that. I'm fine now. I'm right here, alive and well as you can see.
[ It had been a shock to deal with the impending fate. Looming over him for some time, waiting for the moment it would happen and... when it did, it was like a dawning realization. At least after that, he didn't need to await yet another fate coming after him. ]
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[ now, hold on a moment. ]
...You ascended?
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[ Even if he looks quite human as is. ]
I don't have my Status, or most of my abilities for the most part, but I'm still made of stories. [ Apparently. ]
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[ he looks very thoughtful, for a long moment, and...maybe surprised by this information? like he's somewhere else, for a moment. ]
Huh...
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Hard to believe, isn't it?
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[ xie lian looks like he's trying to decide how to explain, but -
san lang, who is hopping off of his shoulder, gets to explain for him, because his tiny ferret paws touch a shard of memory glass. ]
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the first is only a few seconds long - a sword fight against a ominous creature, spiritual energy sparking through your veins like wildfire. you fend the creature of yi nian bridge off with aplomb and grace - there are no words, just the sound of swords clashing together, the grace of your blade moving through the water underneath your feet, as you destroy a wrath level demon like it's nothing. you move to save others, to help your beloved xian le again and again, and when the demon falls, defeated, there's a crack of lightning and an earthquake, the heavens rumble as you make your ascension, the crown prince who pleased the gods now become a god himself.
and then, the memory seems to fade with that bright light.
...and as the music begins, you are running, for the grand martial hall.
your feet pound against the golden pavement of the heavens, and palaces go by you in a blur. you can feel spiritual energy that leaks off of you in waves - you are the young god taizi dianxia, the crown prince who pleased the gods, flower in one hand, sword in the other, the central martial god, and today, you are running in desperation.
you slam open the doors of the emperor's heavenly palace, interrupting what looks to be an important meeting. a handsome, older man with dark hair wearing a headdress looks up at you from his throne - jun wu, the heavenly emperor, who looks across at you with mild curiosity, and his usual fondness. this man is almost a father to you. maybe that's why you are fine speaking out of turn. (maybe it's because you are always fine speaking out of turn, when you're impassioned enough.) ]
My lord-- [ you say, bluntly, completely interrupting everything, ignoring any of the customs of the older gods in front of you. ] I'm descending to the mortal realm.
[ the heavenly emperor blinks mildly at you as the entire meeting comes to a stop. you could hear a pin drop. after a moment, the heavenly emperor closes his mouth, and speaks, his voice gentle. "Xianle... I am aware of what's happening, but you must remain calm."
you shake your head. ] My lord, I didn't come to request permission. I came to inform. My people - [ and you love your people, more than just as your devotees, you love every single one of them as fiercely as they have ever loved you, with every fiber of your body, and their despair overwhelms you ] -are currently sunken in the depths of hell, so please forgive me if I cannot remain calm.
[ plague. war. drought. destruction. everything in xian le is falling apart by the moment. you cannot just stand by.
the heavenly emperor sighs. "The universe has its own rhythm. Do you not realize that if you descend to appear before mortals, it will be a violation of heavenly law?"
something about that just lights a fire in your heart. the law? the law your people are dying, are suffering, and you're up here doing paperwork? you won't. you won't, you won't. you refuse, and you cry - ] IF IT'S A VIOLATION, THEN SO BE IT!
[ you are barely seventeen years old, and you have just defied the heavenly emperor.
shock ripples through the crowd, and murmuring starts, but you ignore them, your eyes only for the heavenly emperor, as you bend to bow. your heartbeat sings with spiritual energy. with pride. with determination, that floods your core. ]
Pray my lord let me go this once; just give me a little time. Since the fighting has started, casualties are unavoidable, but if I could stop this and reduce the number of dead, minimize the conflict, then after the fighting ends I will for sure return willingly to repent, and have my lord sentence me as see fit. Whether I shall be sealed under a mountain for a hundred years, a thousand years, a hundred thousand years--I WILL NOT REGRET!
[ you shout the final word of your sentence - adrenaline courses through you. you remain bowed low out of respect, and take a step back, but you do not turn. determined, fists clenched at your sides, ready to do everything for xian le. for them, for them, for them.
"Xianle!"
the emperor's voice rings out. you pause, mid step, and hear him sigh. "You can't save everyone."
and that is where you're wrong, you think, fiercely. the tiny fire in your heart blazes into a wildfire, now.
you stand up to your full height, seventeen year old prince turned god about to be prince, again, and lock eyes with the emperor. ]
Whether I can, I won't know until I've tried. Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn't pierce my heart and nail me dead on the ground, then I am still alive, and till my last breath, I will struggle to the end!
[ and in the end, you do not turn away from him. you still kowtow, to the emperor, because he is the person you respect most in the entire world.
but you walk straight out of that door facing him, and when the black shackle of being banished wraps around your neck, you don't look back.
you're going to save your people. you refuse to let the laws of godhood - stupid, stupid laws - be the reason that a single person suffers. not on your watch. not on your life. you will do anything for the people of xian le.
you will not let them fall. you became a god to help them, and become a god is what keeps you from them. the laws of the heavens are confining. frustrating. cruel.
so you throw it away.
you will not simply watch as your world falls apart.
you're going home. ]
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[ It takes a moment to recover from the memory, a hand rubbing absentmindedly at his own neck while he returns to the present. Returns to now. A memory, he reminds himself. A story that is not his own but... intriguing nevertheless. He wonders, how will that story go? ]
...You're one of a kind, Xie Lian.
[ It sounds like a compliment at least. Curious, gaze ever-observant but peers at the other man as if in a new, different light. ]
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this isn't the first time xie lian has shared this memory, so - to see it again stirs up a complicated host of feelings. some bitter, some nostalgic, and some sad in between. absently, he reaches up, fingers playing with the bandages he typically wears around his neck. ]
...In this case, perhaps, I am not. It seems we both ascended, Kim Dokja...
[ he just chose to go down. ]
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There was definitely some nostalgia in his own memory, it could be saddening- were it his companions, they would be. But Dokja knew he was the only one that could have taken up that role. Nobody else. He couldn't risk losing them. So, he wasn't sad with the results, despite the pain. The sacrifice. ]
One way or another, mm? And now, here we are.
[ with ~ m u r d e r~ ]
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well! xie lian ends up smiling a little, and rubs the back of his neck. ]
Here we are, indeed. It's strange, isn't it...? This place's talk of gods is so very different than the realm that I live in, but...so many of the concepts are the same.
[ ascending for certain acts, and the like.
the smile grows, though. ] ... I don't know how to explain it, but - I'm quite glad to find someone who understands, at least a little! It's a form of camaraderie, no?
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[ The corner of his eyes crinkle with his smile at that thought, but it eases when he looks curiously back at the other man. ]
..You could say that, yeah. Sometimes, you need someone who understands, to be able to really put themselves in your shoes, huh? [ "Why is it do the things that they do?" It might help in the future. ]
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then, also, considering what he says about his world.... ]
I see... so, things like us vanishing at random hours, or - these trials, those would certainly fit into your narrative, no? What's a "dokkaebi", may I ask?
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[ So it really is kinda similar. ] They're kind of like furry goblin... One second.
[ Pulls out his notebook, which he gives a quick sketch of something like this. ] They have a channel which broadcasts to Constellations so they can watch us as we do scenarios, dokkaebi are in charge of giving them to us and can also increase the difficulty or add sub scenarios as they please.