bentoboxed | second verse, same as the first

It's been nagging at you for a while now, hasn't it?

For the last couple of weeks, you've been feeling like something isn't quite wrapped up. Like you need to go back and take care of it - but back to where, and what is it, exactly? Is it your homeland, if you've ended up somewhere new after all is said and done? Or is it whatever place you ended up in temporarily for those horrible, traumatic weeks? Regardless of where, or how long ago it was, you know deep in your bones: it isn't over after all.

It starts as a feeling, perhaps. And then you find your thoughts wandering to the time you spent away from your worlds, to the people you met there, and to the people you left behind once it was time to part ways. Those wandering thoughts turn into vivid dreams, memories of the time you spent fighting for your lives that play on repeat each time you try to close your eyes and go to sleep.

And then, suddenly - when you wake - you find yourself in the lounge of a small apartment complex, a keyring with two keys on it on your person; one that looks like it's for a door and one that looks like it's for a mailbox. Instinctively, you know: this is your home, for now. It's where you can stay as you sort out what needs to be done.

After all, you've got unfinished business. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.

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Me, either. It was bad enough the first time around, and I wasn't even on this side of it.

...Whoever the new Watchers are, they should show up soon, right? It's not like we can do what they want if we don't know for sure.

[ it's probably murder, but like. what if it isn't. what if they just want to be serenaded or something. ]

[...oh, huh. he admits he was an npc, and she looks a little startled.]

...hopefully, though probably not too soon. It took a few days before we - [she hesitates. since he's admitted it, she should probably do the same...] - showed ourselves to them.

That's true. We still had stuff to get together for everyone and all...

[ ...wait a second ]

Hold on, you were a Watcher, too? But you were just a regular participant before.

[ the mgcu is really tripping him up. wait til he finds out she dies every time, even as an npc. ]

We didn't call ourselves Watchers, but... essentially, yes.

[meanwhile, kazuki lives every time except for that one time he got blown up in a bomb... they could not be more opposite.]

...I don't remember anything like that. But where I was, one of the participants was from my world - but from the future. So, maybe it was a me from a different time...?

[ technically he still lived, though! somebody better kill him next time i play him. let ichika go wild. ]

It's just what the angels called us. [ shrugs. ] I did hear about weird things with time like that, but it's all a little over my head. We don't have that stuff in my world - alternate timelines, magic powers, or whatever.

We don't really have alternate timelines in my world, either - at least, that I know of... but apparently our worlds aren't the only things out there, so I've been trying to keep an open mind.

[she shrugs, and then makes a face at the tentant directory.]

But no amount of openmindedness is going to make me accept that this is happening again!

Seriously! Like, what was even the point of taking out the angels if we were just going to get dragged into something like this again? What do they even get out of people dying, anyway? Nothing good ever comes out of this stuff!

[ ANGY.

but also, ]

...Do you have your powers? Electricity magic, right? And all the rest.

[ he only heard about half of the rest and it's already weird as hell so he's probably remembering something wrong. ]

[her psynergy... she frowns, but focuses, trying to summon up a gust of wind or a lightning bolt or even a spark of electricity, but seconds pass, and then she gives a frustrated huff as her shoulders slump.]

...damn it.

[wash your mouth out with soap, young lady, your game is rated e for everyone. but anyway, that's a no - though something she read in the tenant directory occurs to her. another frown, and she holds both her hands out while focusing...

and a takeout container of curry drops into her hands.]

...okay. Wasn't expecting that, but I guess if we're stuck in here for now, having something to eat will come in handy. [her brows furrow.] Did you have powers of any kind when you were a Watcher?

Sure, but our powers came from the angels. I shouldn't be able to use them anymore. [ to prove his point, he holds out his hand, palm up, and tries to conjure up the first thing that comes to mind.

...and blinks in surprise when a guitar pick actually appears there. as he frowns in confusion, the temperature around them suddenly drops about ten degrees. ]

I don't understand. The angels are... there's no way they survived. Metatron would've... [ his eyes drop to the floor. ] That's gotta be it. Metatron must have brought us here as some kind of punishment. That's the only way it makes sense.

[sheba draws her cloak around herself because, dude, that's cold!]

Does it, though? Because I don't even know who Metatron is. Why would he be punishing me? [she gestures at the book of profiles.] Unless everyone else in here is also someone from where you ended up before...?

[like. maybe metatron mixed her up with chasma!sheba, she doesn't know.]

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