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afterliving2013-09-10 10:50 pm
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[It was over.]
[After so many years of fighting, it was finally over. He'd said his painful goodbyes, managed not to cry, closed his eyes and...]
[...woke up on the sidewalk.]
[The campus was buzzing with activity, the students recently liberated from classes for lunch. The NPCs carefully walked around him as he lay on the ground, staring vacantly at the sky as he came to his senses. The fog over his mind cleared gradually, becoming aware of an unshakable sense of déjà vu descending upon him. The dark color of his jacket caught his peripheral vision, slowly sitting up in order to look down at himself. This uniform... he wasn't wearing this one a moment ago. In fact, he hadn't worn this particular uniform since...]
[Is this..?]
[He sat up sharply, as if jolted out of a deep sleep, scrutinizing the details of the uniform jacket he wore. It was the same one. There was no question.]
[...No way. That means..!?]
THE GAME RESETS!?
[His theatrical screaming could likely be heard from a great many places across the campus, drawing as much attention to himself as could be expected.]
[After so many years of fighting, it was finally over. He'd said his painful goodbyes, managed not to cry, closed his eyes and...]
[...woke up on the sidewalk.]
[The campus was buzzing with activity, the students recently liberated from classes for lunch. The NPCs carefully walked around him as he lay on the ground, staring vacantly at the sky as he came to his senses. The fog over his mind cleared gradually, becoming aware of an unshakable sense of déjà vu descending upon him. The dark color of his jacket caught his peripheral vision, slowly sitting up in order to look down at himself. This uniform... he wasn't wearing this one a moment ago. In fact, he hadn't worn this particular uniform since...]
[Is this..?]
[He sat up sharply, as if jolted out of a deep sleep, scrutinizing the details of the uniform jacket he wore. It was the same one. There was no question.]
[...No way. That means..!?]
THE GAME RESETS!?
[His theatrical screaming could likely be heard from a great many places across the campus, drawing as much attention to himself as could be expected.]
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[But he has to wonder.] ...What was she trying to do?
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[Nevermind how baffled he was by his current situation, someone invading his personal memories was just... he swallowed nervously. To an outsider, sure, it had probably looked a lot like he had a crush on her.]
T-that's... [Nope, he didn't have words.]
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[ She'll roll her eyes before deeply sighing. ]
It only happened once, and that was probably just a glitch from the Angel Player.
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...You really wouldn't? [It's glaringly obvious how important it is to him that that particular memory stays quiet.]
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[ She shrugs it off, nonchalantly. ]
And I wouldn't. It would have already spread if I did~
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[He just had a feeling.]
You said it was a glitch with Angel Player... Does that happen often?
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[ Or rather: a lot more often than she'd like. ]