Sixty Fifth Star [Audio]

[heavenfang]

Death... is a funny thing, you know? It just... always seems to get you when you least expect it. And here we have the... absurdity that it's not a one way road. How... ridiculous.


Maybe what we need is a god of death.


[Filtered to Ed Elric/Flandre Scarlet/Canada/Pip Bernadette (whom he is not quite aware is dead yet) - 75% Hackable]

Gentlemen. The game is up. I suggest we allign ourselves if we intend to survive.

To put it in terms even the stupidest of you can understand: They're onto us.

I understand if there is some hesitation to abandon these bodies. After all, we got quite lucky with these abilities. But the fact remains is we have two choices: Fight or Flight.

So... what'll it be?

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[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

Ah ah... no no no, you can't deny it. After all, it's a matter of survival, right?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Tir.

[tenei_star]

If you wish, Young Master.

[Denial! Denial!!!]

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

I'll be waiting...

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

Yeees~?

[mercifulsmile.livejournal.com]

[She's here, but she's not speaking. She still thinks it's about the whole Rune thing. But she does sense something isn't...quite right.]

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

... Yes, Gracia?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ And now she is hunting you down. If you're in Latimir, she's giving you the boot. NOW. ]

Yer makin' a mistake, Tir.

[threesword.livejournal.com]

...God of death?

[sukimahag.livejournal.com]

My, isn't that a change?

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[tenei_star]

[Though everything in Gremio's body was telling him this was not Tir, this was not his Young Master, he still went up to the roof. He still refused to listen, this was Tir, he couldn't face such a truth. Holding strongly to the slim chance something else was wrong, Gremio was detrumined to think the best.

Pushing all rational thought behind, he approached the other, worry clearly on his face.]

Young Master Tir?

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[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

-Tir leaned against the railing of the rooftop, looking across the winter sky as the breeze kicked up his bandanna tails and his cape... Snow dusted his shoulders... And when he turned to face Gremio, he seemed to be as much Tir as anything.-

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

I think you're the mistaken one.

-She'll sadly be too late to save Gremio.-

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

A change from what?

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[tenei_star]

[When he looked at him, he could see nothing but his precious Young Master. Thoughts of how he must be sick, or stressed circulating through his head. Everyone had a limit, perhaps Tir had reached his? He should rest, and try and not worry.]

It's cold out, and the wind is strong. You really should go inside and rest. I think you might be sick, it's understandable with the way you work yourself.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You're not Tir...are ya?

[sukimahag.livejournal.com]

Perhaps my memory isn't quite as good as it used to be, but I recall you feeling sick at letting a person die a few days ago.

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[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

You... think I'm sick, Gremio? -Came the honest sounding, almost hurt reply.-

But I swear I'm onto something. Come 'ere.

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm Tir. I look like Tir... I sound like Tir...

[tenkai-soul.livejournal.com]

... Call it enlightenment.

Totes oblivious to your youma-ness - it's a fun topic for him :\

[revolver-christ.livejournal.com]

A wonderful suggestion. Every realm deserves a deity positioned solely to deliver such essential parts of living, do they not? If there is no permanent death, then life is cheapened.

Further cheapened, nonetheless.

[sukimahag.livejournal.com]

... My, you're not even trying to be subtle, are you?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You can't fool me, imposter.

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[tenei_star]

Just a little under the weather. you've been working very hard, so it might just be over work.

[Part of him knows he should be careful, he really should be hesitant to approach, yet... how could he do that? How could he suspect Tir? Especially when looking at him, and seeing him as he was now. He walks over, holding his cloak tightly around himself, a shield against the wind.]