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[the5tharcanum]

Eighteen. Again.

Not that birthdays mean much to me, and if anything, I really don't care for them- the idea of them is, "You're closer to dying on a numerical scale that is commonly accepted. Here's a cake and presents to make you feel better about your oncoming death."

As I've already experienced my eighteenth birthday once before and I'm

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[very_cranky_dr]

Oh, snap. Aren't you just a happy little sunbeam, 屁こき ?

[the5tharcanum]

Not usually.

[missusboss]

Of course they're meaningless, love. Especially when you get to my age.. what's another year?

If you're looking for gifties, however, I'm afraid there hasn't been much time for shopping.

[the5tharcanum]

It's not the fact that another year has passed that makes it meaningless. It's that I've already lived through this one - twice now - that vexes the fuck out of me.

If I was looking for gifts I would have said so. I was just making an observation. If you want to send gifts, that's fine, just don't get me anything from Silent Hill. I'll know if you did, because it will either be rusted, rotting or in some other state of decay or it will look like what happens when Izanagi cleans out his spare part bin by running the contents through a garbage disposal with one working rotor.

[OOC: My apologies for the late replies, I have had somewhat limited internet access as of late.]

[missusboss]

((ooc: pfft... no worries, i knew you was gone for a bit))

Silly boy. I'm sure there's a cute little stuffed thing that hasn't yet been touched by decay.

Anyway... just because you've lived through it once before doesn't mean that you have to live it the same way this time around. Just get on with your life. Is it completely wrong that I don't find the situation at all strange?

[the5tharcanum]

Not completely, no.

[OOC: I'll be back on Friday. :P]

[damned_daughter]

Oh but of course you learned nothing from your jaunt into eternity, unlike myself and my colleagues. Ever the air of the dramatic, the whiff of the histrionics more befitting of a weepy teenaged girl. How the sunbeams strike your window, Aragaki-chan! but do nothing to remove the rain from your tormented soul.

Think. You have what so few ever have- a second chance. Your life returned to you, and you toss it back like an unwanted gift. Do I need come find you and open your closed mind with another bright bullet?

[the5tharcanum]

Oh fuck me I'm in the asscrack of the past.

4.3 for diction, 2.1 for intent.

You're going to put two bullets in me in seven weeks, anyway.

[missusboss]

Your.... friend? has a point, babe. Live. Think, Shinjiro; those two bullets were for your other self. Now knowing what transpired then, there's no way you could possibly be in that exact situation, no way you could die like that again.

Do something with this extra time you have... besides, there are so many other ways to die!

[damned_daughter]

Rest assured he deserved them. No more moon-faced mope existed as this, our Shinji-san.

So we're in the past then? I guess none of this matters as Nyx will indeed end all things anyway. I almost wish then, perhaps that myself and my colleagues might return to Port Island to watch the events transpire. Perhaps this time the get of that woman you killed could die as well.

In the end why should it matter? Death was something the child wanted for himself as much as he wanted it for you. Then you could both drown your mourning of this useless dead woman in eternity.