Down the hallway towards the bedrooms, it seems there are distinctly more than eight doors—and upon closer examination, it’s easy to see why: in addition to doors for all of BAD END’s current members (each with a name carved on them in katakana, though you can read it easily regardless of your own native language), there also seem to be be doors for past BAD END members, and some people who were never members at all.
The full list of names on bedroom doors is as follows:
Silk Lumen Ordine Sashay Silfda Eistria Dagger AAA Absolute Zero Slaughtervodka Jack Serenity ATTACK AND DETHRONE GOD Hope Hardcore Jason Scythe Sabre Kohime Nero Harpy
…and a final door at the end of the hallway, which has some kind of floral crest in addition to the name “Hellfire.”
Up close, you can see that there is quite a bit of extra detail on and around this door. In fact, the whole doorframe is surrounded with photos and knickknacks, like some kind of magpie’s scrapbook: there are various photos of BAD END members, of pep!pep! at the beach, of the garden at ☆ZRAEL; there are snack wrappers from the conbini; a dangling tsum tsum of Scythe; a neat-looking leaf from the park; a handprint in what looks like old blood.
Beneath the name “HELLFIRE” (the katakana are enthusiastically oversized) are many other names: “Kiri,” “Cut Through All Foes,” “Khrysaor, Temptation of Angels,” and—written like an addendum to that last one—a fourth, which is not in katakana but rather some strange script that makes your vision blur at the edges: “Khysael.”
Most prominent of all, though, is the carved crest on the door: a detailed lotus and aconite, twining together into one whole. And you understand, intuitively, that this is as much a name as all the others.
As you run your fingers over the crest, there is knowledge: that these are your (her) flowers, as much a part of you as your cutting edge:
Lotus, Key of the Descending Angel. Aconite, Key of Rage.
There are wild roses climbing over the walls of the hallway, but none involved in this door's motifs, nor any peeking out from under the doorframe (as you can see they, and other flowers, seem to from some of the rooms).
[ He'll examine those more thoroughly in a moment. He's looking at the names listed and pulls out a pen, trying to write one more thing onto the door--
You touch the lotus, and it comes with feeling, too: the sensation of being something strange and powerful, in a way you cannot always control— —but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
Somehow, despite the fact that you know for a fact this lotus plant literally just now grew, it looks like it has been here for years, with lush leaves and already a proliferation of pink-veined flowers on tall, gently swaying stems.
You push open the door, and smell blood on the wind. The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
[ Well, that's a lot all at once. It's a surprise only in its suddenness though, a battlefield is not unfamiliar to Ordine even if he was never a part of this exact one.
[ Hellfire's Important People-- It makes sense, of course. He needs to find out more about what's going on with those wild roses of course, but he's curious-- so he's going to see if he can go into the door labeled with his own name. ]
There are all the standard accoutrements of a BAD END bedroom, but they’re hardly the focus, because the room is instead dominated by a bunch of extremely sick double sabers, which impale the floor at various angles, jutting out like strange saplings. Like the main area of the dorm, there is a little stream winding through the room, in which grows a healthy-looking population of lotuses.
It is (despite all this?) comfortable and welcoming-feeling in here.
[ Okay, that's just cool as hell. But the lotuses are concerning and he hadn't addressed them before, so he's going to go check them out now, touching one as he examines them. ]
The stream with its lotuses looks honestly extremely well-established: these look like plants that have been growing for years (never mind that that's longer than BAD END itself has existed), with lush leaves and a proliferation of pink-veined flowers on tall, gently swaying stems.
You touch it, and it feels like being something strange and powerful, in a way you cannot always control— —but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
[ Well.... that doesn't seem too bad, actually. Not nearly as concerning as those wild roses. So he'll leave them be for now, and with one last smile at the room, turns and goes to Hellfire's. ]
……an outpouring of yams tsum tsums. You’re rich!!!! Most of the tsums are of different BAD END members or of Shrike Avanteengarde, but everyone in Imeeji has at least one little yam-self somewhere in there.
There’s still a bedroom beyond all this. At least, uh, theoretically.
Once you manage to pass #tsumgate (literal), you enter the bedroom proper.
Here, the tsums (and there are indeed more of them) are far overshadowed by what truly dominates the space: a forest of tall crescent scythes which jut from the ground like so many moonsilver trees. Many of the blades are streaked with blood.
Amidst it all—tsums and scythes alike—are swaying lotuses, growing from little pools of water, along with clusters of purple aconite.
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The full list of names on bedroom doors is as follows:
HELLFIRE'S ROOM
Beneath the name “HELLFIRE” (the katakana are enthusiastically oversized) are many other names:
“Kiri,” “Cut Through All Foes,” “Khrysaor, Temptation of Angels,” and—written like an addendum to that last one—a fourth, which is not in katakana but rather some strange script that makes your vision blur at the edges: “Khysael.”
Most prominent of all, though, is the carved crest on the door: a detailed lotus and aconite, twining together into one whole. And you understand, intuitively, that this is as much a name as all the others.
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It's pretty important to you, huh....?
[ Are there any wild roses around? ]
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Lotus, Key of the Descending Angel.
Aconite, Key of Rage.
There are wild roses climbing over the walls of the hallway, but none involved in this door's motifs, nor any peeking out from under the doorframe (as you can see they, and other flowers, seem to from some of the rooms).
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"Beloved family member of BAD END=DEAD END". ]
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Yeah, that works. As you finish writing, you notice a new lotus flower starting to send up its tall stem, right beside your feet.
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Grow strong and healthy, alright?
[ He's going to enter the bedroom proper now, if the door will let him. ]
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—but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
Somehow, despite the fact that you know for a fact this lotus plant literally just now grew, it looks like it has been here for years, with lush leaves and already a proliferation of pink-veined flowers on tall, gently swaying stems.
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The rest of the dorm falls away, and you find yourself on the battlefield.
…Or the remnants of one, in any event. It’s not just blood on the breeze, but the sickening smell of spilled entrails, and the groans of dying men: You really did it! You slew them all. The one who wielded lays in the blood-soaked soil beside you—and it is his own blood which has soaked it. His lamellar has broken apart around the head of the spear that pierced through his gut, but his face is still set in a howl of triumph.
It isn’t any particular battlefield, or any particular warrior. You loved them all, but there were so many, and you were wielded again and again and again.
In the distance, past the tattered flags and corpses of men and horses, is the sheen of what looks like a pond.
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He's going to head towards the pond(?). ]
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There are all the standard accoutrements of a BAD END bedroom, but they’re hardly the focus, because the room is instead dominated by a bunch of extremely sick double sabers, which impale the floor at various angles, jutting out like strange saplings. Like the main area of the dorm, there is a little stream winding through the room, in which grows a healthy-looking population of lotuses.
It is (despite all this?) comfortable and welcoming-feeling in here.
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You touch it, and it feels like being something strange and powerful, in a way you cannot always control—
—but also: there are so many lotuses here, and throughout the dorm, so... perhaps it's not a lonely sort of strangeness, to be this way.
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time to snoop in on hellfire's version of sashay's room]
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……an outpouring of
yamstsum tsums. You’re rich!!!!Most of the tsums are of different BAD END members or of Shrike Avanteengarde, but everyone in Imeeji has at least one little yam-self somewhere in there.
There’s still a bedroom beyond all this. At least, uh, theoretically.
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making an attempt to peer into the room beyond the yams]
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Here, the tsums (and there are indeed more of them) are far overshadowed by what truly dominates the space: a forest of tall crescent scythes which jut from the ground like so many moonsilver trees. Many of the blades are streaked with blood.
Amidst it all—tsums and scythes alike—are swaying lotuses, growing from little pools of water, along with clusters of purple aconite.
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poking one of the scythes]
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There's a feeling of camaraderie, here.
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touching those blod-stained fingers to an aconite flower next]
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This world is an abomination, and the only solution is to c̨͇̳̯̝̹̰͚̖͘u̶̯̗̗̪͍̮̤t̵̼.
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this is definitely not bad end. how similar is the hall to what he remembers? or has it changed since he left?]