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Heart Soldier Senshi
[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a car.
You're wearing a time-worn, windblown version of your uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you?
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
You're wearing a time-worn, windblown version of your uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you?
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
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King
no subject
straight into the trash bin. You’re there for a moment, able to rest even if you have to wallow in your sadness, amongst all the other failures. It’s not too long, anyway, before the edges of the bin begin to calcify. One might wonder if this means petrification is to come, but as everything around you hardens with a pearl white shell, you quickly come to realize that you won’t get off so easy.
Slowly, slowly, the moment even a single inch of something else that’s fallen victim to this punishment touches you, the skin at the point of contact begins to harden. And that hardening spreads - so slowly and so painfully you begin to calcify, flesh turning to bone. Somehow none of your nerves seem to follow suit - trying to move parts that have hardened just causes them to crack and the crack feels exactly like breaking any other bone. Eventually, once you can no longer move any of your joints, the rate of the spread increases rapidly, and that’s it for you. The last thing you experience is your entire body cracking apart from the pressure of its own construction.
Well, until you’re back with the rest of your unit and you’re all sewn back together again - well, the cracks are still there. And parts of you are still bone - moving is hard, and it is painful. But this is nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! ]
Mars
no subject
straight into the trash bin. And that seems to be it, until...until........! A flash of lightning blinds you, and then all you feel is burning as your muscles rapidly seize and relax. All the other garbage around you seems to float up into the air just slightly - maybe you’re floating, too? It’s hard to tell, as every pain receptor in your body is set off at once and your brain sends random junk signals to your eyes and mouth and ears - well, something like you doesn’t need to be able to speak or see or hear properly, right? Burns coat your body, and eventually you just pass out.
At least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - your wounds aren’t healed, but they’re fixed up enough you can function. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! And look at your cool new scar! ]
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no subject
straight into the trash bin. And along with you falls a shimmering orb which explodes into a beautiful cloud of glitter after making contact with one of the other bits of rubbish. It doesn’t seem that bad at first - maybe a little itchy, but it’s not the worst that could’ve happened. But then you can hear - something? It’s faint, but it sounds like:
!! DING DING DING !!
!! DING DING DING !!
Everything grows hazy, like you’ve suddenly just...become unstuck from existence and trapped in some sort of shadow realm...
...And then the changes begin. You can feel them, like something crawling beneath your flesh. Like something yearning to be free -- don’t you want to? Don’t you want to unfurl your wings, to fly? You do, right?! It’s painful, though...the insectile wings, the antennae atop your head, the chitinous plates all emerge from your skin, ripping straight through flesh. Whispers, frenzied and darting to and fro like you want to be, dance through your mind constantly, with no pause. You’re too heavy to really fly though, even with your new wings - how sad! But you still feel more free. You should celebrate with your friends when you get back! Wouldn’t playing some sort of prank on them be nice? It’d be funny to see someone get hurt, right? Right?!?!
At least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - the pain doesn’t stop but at least your skin seals back up a bit. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! And you’re so much prettier now, too! Even if you can’t stop hearing those whispers or...uh, giggling. ]
Seto
You didn't grow.
You didn't improve.
You took a shortcut and gained nothing.
You experienced a hollow victory.
Nothing was risked and nothing was gained.
It's sad that you don't know the difference.
Pick me and experience the best there was, the best there is, and the best there ever will be.
no subject
straight into the trash bin. You’re there for a moment, able to rest even if you have to wallow in your sadness, amongst all the other failures. It’s not too long, anyway, before the edges of the bin begin to calcify. One might wonder if this means petrification is to come, but as everything around you hardens with a pearl white shell, you quickly come to realize that you won’t get off so easy.
Slowly, slowly, the moment even a single inch of something else that’s fallen victim to this punishment touches you, the skin at the point of contact begins to harden. And that hardening spreads - so slowly and so painfully you begin to calcify, flesh turning to bone. Somehow none of your nerves seem to follow suit - trying to move parts that have hardened just causes them to crack and the crack feels exactly like breaking any other bone. Eventually, once you can no longer move any of your joints, the rate of the spread increases rapidly, and that’s it for you. The last thing you experience is your entire body cracking apart from the pressure of its own construction.
Well, until you’re back with the rest of your unit and you’re all sewn back together again - well, the cracks are still there. And parts of you are still bone - moving is hard, and it is painful. But this is nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! ]
Hiryuu
no subject
straight into the trash bin.
And some sort of grey orb falls in behind you. More trash? Ah, but it’s ticking. Tick...tick...tick. You smell sulfur rise up into the air, and...ah...maybe you should get out? But even if you know what that means, even if you struggle to escape - the ticking just gets faster with every desperate attempt to scramble up through the other garbage, with every fruitless attempt to climb up the walls of the bin. No, struggling just assures your doom comes even faster.
And then it explodes. And it’s not a quick, painless death - you can feel every single part of your body come apart, pulverize, and burn away. Shrapnel lodges itself into flesh, and by the end of it all you’re an unmoving wreck. Darkness comes, eventually, once you realize nobody’s coming for you.
But at least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - sure, you’re not sure why someone would even bother struggling when it just makes things worse, and your body is barely functional, held together by string and glue - but at least you’re not dying anymore. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! ]
Mori
no subject
straight into the trash bin. And that seems to be it, until...until........! A flash of lightning blinds you, and then all you feel is burning as your muscles rapidly seize and relax. All the other garbage around you seems to float up into the air just slightly - maybe you’re floating, too? It’s hard to tell, as every pain receptor in your body is set off at once and your brain sends random junk signals to your eyes and mouth and ears - well, something like you doesn’t need to be able to speak or see or hear properly, right? Burns coat your body, and eventually you just pass out.
At least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - your wounds aren’t healed, but they’re fixed up enough you can function. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! And look at your cool new scar! ]
Hurricane
no subject
straight into the trash bin. And all is well, aside from being literally dumpstered. At least - all is well until a gust of wind blows through, rattling you and all of the trash you’re lying on top of. And then suddenly you find that you have a few small cuts on you - well, that’s not so bad, is it?
But another gust blows through, and you have a few more. Blood oozes slowly from them, but - well, you can probably staunch it, right? But then there’s another. And another. And another. And another - it doesn’t stop until you’re bleeding from your entire body as if a hole was opened up in your chest, but the process takes so long and it all stings so much that you’re kept alert throughout, and the feeling of having the life drained from your body as if your soul is leaking from every one of the thousands of wounds coating you is palpable.
But at least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - you’re still dizzy from the bloodloss, and any breeze, even the slightest movement of air from someone walking past you opens up a new set of cuts - but at least you’re not dying anymore. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! ]