Last Words/Back from the Dead Meme

[neededlassie]

THE LAST WORDS MEME


This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.

CAUSE OF DEATH
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?


TIME LEFT
1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?


RELATIONSHIP
1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.


HOW IT WORKS:
1. Using random.org or a similar site, the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.)

2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

4. Have fun!

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THE BACK FROM THE DEAD MEME

Everyone you know and love thinks you're dead. They mourned for you, laid flowers on
your grave year after year. Aren't they going to be surprised to find you alive and well?


HOW IT WORKS:
❧ Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any relevant preferences.
❧ If there's a specific scenario you like best, set the scene.
❧ Or leave your comment blank and let others use RNG to choose.
❧ Have fun!

SCENARIOS:
① Took longer than I thought → Maybe you went on a voyage and presumed dead. Maybe you were stranded on an island, kidnapped by pirates, or lost in the Bermuda Triangle. Whatever the case, you're back now, to everyone's great surprise.
② Amnesia → You sustained a traumatic head injury that left you unable to recall your identity. It's all come back to you and now you're faced with the realization that the people who knew you before have moved on with their lives.
③ Sleeping Beauty → Due to magic, science, or some happy marriage of both, you were put into a deep sleep to be awakened at some point in the future. Maybe your friends and family weren't aware of the plan. Wakey, wakey.
④ Only mostly dead → Think Frodo and Shelob. You're thought dead and your body's left behind. Only, you weren't as dead as everyone thought. Oops.
⑤ Faked it → Maybe you've been put in witness protection or you're a secret agent no one can know exists. For whatever reason, you had to fake your own death. Now it's safe to go back to your life. How are you going to explain that?
⑥ Back from the dead → You really were dead. But you're not any more. Whether it was divine intervention, Dr. Frankenstein, or aliens, you're alive and kicking once again.
⑦ Choose your own adventure → Mix and match or make up your own!

Comments

Naoto Shirogane ⊗ Persona 4 ⊗ OTA

[pishirogane]

[OOC: Open to both memes. Canon, Naoto is an only child, works as a detective, and has only the Investigation Team as friends really. Faking death, disappearing, or being killed, logical! Of course, we can build off and AU different relationships and such so have at it.]

Amaterasu ☼ Okami ☼ OTA

[motherofthesun]

[OOC: Sun Goddess, mother to all in Nippon. She technically doesn't die, but can lose her physical form. Death in Battle is totally the typical expectation and she tries to take enemies with her! Not really up for Suicide or Starvation. As for coming back from the death, siiiign her up for everything!]

Naomi Kimishima | Trauma Team | OTA

[chatwithdeath]

[OOC: Both of these memes and even with DRP-flavoring open!]

Mondo Oowada | Dangan Ronpa

[diamondo]

[Open to all!]

[madehimpromise]

[The last thing that he could concretely remember was his brother's face, eyeliner smeared down his cheeks, leaning over him heartbroken in the headlights of the truck that had hit him. The pain had been unbearable, between the road rash and the more internal injuries that he wasn't educated enough to even guess at, like supernovas going off all over his entire body, to the point that when his mind blacked out on the memory of Mondo's tear-streaked face, he honestly for a minute thought that the bright white light he woke to meant he was dead.

But the doctor who came into the room after his eyes had adjusted put that thought to bed. As the man patiently ran through the story, including the laundry list of injuries internal and external, Daiya probably should have been paying more attention than he was, except there was one detail that was rubbing him raw.

The Diamonds had scattered when the police showed up to the accident. Daiya knew Mondo would never have left willingly, but he couldn't help but be grateful to the poor bastard who must have dragged him away. If Mondo had thought that Daiya was dead, it was a wonder he didn't start a war with the police then and there, with how high his emotions ran and how quickly they turned to anger.

But Mondo didn't know he was here. He was waiting for a call from a funeral home, not a hospital.

Fixing that became Daiya's single-minded mission - and he wanted to be the first voice Mondo heard. He all but demanded a phone, not caring about anything but getting hold of his baby bro.]

[diamondo]

[To say Mondo's been in a state of shock would be putting it lightly. Sure, emotions were running high as he sat there beside Daiya, watching his brother die, but it only took about an hour for the entirety of the situation to sink in.

Daiya was dead because of him. Daiya died protecting him because he was stupid and did the one thing Daiya always warned him against.

He vaguely remembers someone calling him the leader of the Crazy Diamonds and he sort of remembers punching the guy in the face for that, but he doesn't really remember what happened after that. All he knows is that he's sitting in someone's room (it's not his own, he knows that much, though he can't guess who it belongs to right now) and he can hear hushed whispers from the other side of the door. They're probably trying to decide what to do with him or maybe they're still making sure that everyone else is safe from the cops. He doesn't know. He doesn't care. None of it matters now.

Mondo doesn't look up when someone enters the room, and he doesn't even acknowledge the other boy until his shoulder is being shaken roughly and a phone is being offered to him. He takes it without thinking, staring at it for far too long before finally holding it to his ear.]

Yeah?

[His voice is cracked and it hurts to talk from all the screaming he did. How long ago was it? He has no idea, but he's suddenly acutely aware of how much everything hurts. He's struck by how badly his knees are stinging (probably from when he landed hard on them beside Daiya; they're probably shredded to all hell but he's not going to bother looking right now) and for a moment he focuses on that because the pain is familiar and oddly comforting; it's something he can handle right now, where he can't handle anything else.

He straightens up a bit, pulling himself together a bit better and he tries speaking again, voice a bit steadier this time.]

What the hell is it?

[madehimpromise]

[...God. Mondo sounds like a wreck. Daiya knew that he would, of course, he knew his brother better than anyone else.

Knew him well enough to be so, so relieved that he didn't have to call the police station to find him.

His own voice is a little hoarse from how dry his throat is (the IV may keep him physically hydrated, but he could go for a good old cup of water anyday), but he makes sure it's light.]

What the hell kind of a greeting is that, you little shit?

[diamondo]

[Well, Daiya will most likely hear a clack sound as the phone falls to the floor, followed by shrieking, frantic yelling from some other gang members, the sound of something breaking, the sound of something really heavy hitting the floor, and then everything goes silent.

It takes several minutes before someone picks up the phone, and that someone isn't Mondo. It's one of the gang members who tells Daiya to hold on, they'll get Mondo back on the phone in a second, he's just sort of busy at the moment. The gang member doesn't bother to say what Mondo's busy with before the phone is put down and muttered voices can be heard, though the words aren't anything that can be made out easily.

About ten minutes later Mondo will finally return to the phone, sounding somewhere between horrified and hopeful which is a pretty bizarre combination.]

An-Aniki? Is that-- Are you really...?

[His voice still sounds hoarse and he's speaking in barely above a whisper despite the fact that everyone in the immediate vicinity has crowded around him to get word about Daiya.]

Chihiro Fujisaki | Dangan Ronpa

[codeforhope]

4-3-5

[motherofthesun]

[OOC: Does this work? She can sneak into a hospital... or his house.]

[codeforhope]

[Sounds good to me! Either place works]

[motherofthesun]

[Shiro... he called her Shiro. She didn't have many human companions anymore - at least, not in this day and age so of course she's happy to have Chihiro. But Chihiro isn't home. There's something lingering at his house that makes her fur stand, and she bolts. It doesn't matter if humans can see her and maybe call animal control; they lose her all soon enough as she gets onto hospital grounds. She sniffs and sniffs, her ears drawing back as she slips inside to be washed in that scent overwhelming sanitary. Bleaches and advanced medicines mingle with the smell of illness and death.]

[She's cautious moving around, maneuvering herself so - even though large - the doctors and nurses somehow don't see her. Even as she slips through those doors to the ICU. A few people - the patients really - see her, but they don't say anything. On she goes until she's pushing herself into the room where Chihiro's scent is the strongest.]

Tobias Fangor | Animorphs

[thermals]

Jimmy Two-Shoes | Jimmy Two-Shoes

[awesmazings]

Schuldig | Weiss Kreuz | Canon or DRP Round Two AU!

[backstabbery]

[No suicide options without prior discussion, please, and if you'd like to prearrange a relationship of some variety, let me know and we'll work it out!]

6 | 1 | 4

[unkinder]

[Whatever we're doing, and wherever we are, even arguably the most powerful telepaths in existence are apt to screw up at least once or twice. And apparently this once was bad enough to put the entire team in some serious trouble. You can't exactly expect to be able to continue living your assassin lives without a hitch if you've effectively backstabbed one of the most powerful organizations there is.

At least, for the time being, everything is quiet and still. Though he's been through this time and time again, Nagi leans against a wall with his heart pounding in his chest, still trying to come down from the rush of adrenaline that overtook him as he lifted a man running his way, threw him into the guy behind him with enough force to break both of their backs upon impact with the far wall, and then proceeded to snap the neck of a third without even having to lift his other hand.

Now the hallway he's found himself in is quiet. He's waiting, listening for the order to either continue to press on, or to bail instead of risking any further exposure that could draw them directly into the hands of Esset. All of the men crowding Nagi now lay dead on the floor, and with no answer coming, he cautiously reaches out.]

< Schuldig? Where are you? >

[backstabbery]

[He's pinned to a wall, is where he fucking is, and that's almost what he snaps back at Nagi on instinct when the boy's voice whispers through his mind, through the haze of pain that's clinging to his mind and overriding all his other thoughts. Pinned, not figuratively but literally, like a butterfly with a pin pushed through it and it's not vital enough to kill him outright but oh, mother of god, it hurts more than any injury has any right to.

His sentimentality wants Crawford, but his sensibility knows to reach for Nagi. Of all of them, Nagi's the one that can do something.

Assuming there's anything left that can be done in the first place.]

< End of the hall. Genetics lab. Step it up and don't scream when you get here. >

[His silent voice is terse with an undercurrent of pain.]

[unkinder]

[Nagi feels a rush of uncertainty at the sound of Schuldig's voice coming to him in response, the pain it's laced with not exactly a good omen to begin with.

He steps around the bodies he's left in his wake and quickly makes his way down the hall, keeping an eye and ear out for more men lurking in the shadows. At least if one manages to sneak up on him, he'll have them wondering why they can suddenly see their ankles so clearly before they get the chance to pull a trigger.

And all of the mental preparation in the world couldn't have quite readied him for what he walks up on, seeing only the outline of Schuldig's body slumped against the wall. He stops short, hesitating for only a minute before his pace quickens, running until he makes it to where he is. The stench of blood nearly knocks him down once he's properly there, metallic and biting in the still air.

And with the only sound being his heavy breathing and Schuldig's dull groans of pain, it doesn't make it any less grim.]

< Schuldig- >

[He begins, but he's not sure what to say. Crawford hasn't answered either of them yet- presumably detained with his own problem or twenty, and Farfarello surely is having a grand old time busting heads down some other dark hallway.]

switches this up a bit cause fourth time's the charm right

[blackmass]

[It wasn't easy to kill Kirei Kotomine. (And it was even harder to make him stay dead.) So there really was nothing at all to worry about when it came to him, even with an entire pissed-off organization out for blood.]

[So, when he came back to Infinity Apartment(tm) a little later than usual and slightly scratched up, there was nothing too concerning there.]

Schuldig.

[Right?]

Could I have a word with you?

[backstabbery]

[There were so many dozens of reasons why Kirei might've been late that it actually never really occurred to Schuldig to be worried. Oh, sure, he might've been if it'd been days at a time that he'd gone silent, but a short duration? Of course not. He might've stopped to get coffee, or to kill his sensei in a duel and never say why, or any number of things. It was probably fine, there was nothing concerning.

After all, there he was, right? Opening the door, the same as always — the bastard probably wanted to complain about the interior decorating again or snipe about not being able to find the bathroom to wash up before dinner.]

Yeah, hang on, I'm coming.

[Just another day, right?]

What's the matter, you get caught in traffic?

[Rolling his shoulders absently, he wrapped up what he was doing in the kitchen and headed into the hallway, clearly still in full relaxation mode — his bandana and sunglasses were missing, and his clothes were the sort of comfortable slouchy things you might wear around the house.]

[blackmass]

Oh...something like that.

[Kirei shrugged and followed a step or two behind him, the picture of calm indifference as always. He really never changed all that much, after all.]

I just need to talk to you about something.

Lee Everett | The Walking Dead Game

[handydecisions]

[Because I hate happiness. for last words anything goes but for back from the dead, 4 and 6 are the most likely.]

DID SOMEONE ORDER A DOSE OF SAD

[keptitshort]

[Some days, Clementine found herself wondering what might have happened if they never went to Savannah in the first place. A lot of people that had been a part of her former group might have survived. So many people lost, it was starting to really feel like the norm. As if it were to be expected that eventually everyone would die, and a lot of the time it was.

But that's not what the young girl was thinking about now as she pushed her foot down onto the chest of a walker whose head had been freshly caved in by the hatched held tight in her right hand. She was thinking about the voice that came from that walkie talkie what felt like years ago, (who is she kidding, it was years ago) giving her promises of help, safety, and the chance to finally see her parents again. She was stupid to believe that man, stupid to believe that even for a moment her parents might have still been out there, alive.

If she hadn't believed him, maybe Lee would still be here. Maybe he wouldn't have been bitten trying to find her, maybe he wouldn't have had to die, maybe, maybe maybe-

It was something she thought about often, in the back of her mind. Even when things really went to Hell, she would still wonder what if I'd done this, what if I'd done that? All the while telling herself in the same breath that all of those thoughts are useless, and it's better to just move on. Move on and survive because Lee would have wanted you to. Because he knew you were strong enough to do anything.

Strong enough to wheel around and slaughter a walker that nearly took a bite out of your neck, all without so much as batting an eye.

Clementine sighs and puts the handle of the hatched back into her back pocket, shifting from one foot to the other to be sure the familiar weight of the pistol she'd been carrying as well was still there. Only for emergencies, lest she draw a herd right to her. She can feel blood from the walker all over her face and front from the attack, but she ignores it as she steps around the body, down the way a couple hundred yards to a shoddy campfire. There, she sits down heavily on a fallen log, resting her elbows on her knees as she stares into the flames.

Up North. That's where it was safe. They had to be well out of Georgia by now, somewhere deep in North Carolina. Far, far away from her home, her treehouse where she hid, where Lee found her.

It was best to just move on.]

I'M NOT READY

[handydecisions]

[Two years. Two years, give or take, since Lee had woken up in that jewelry store with the worst headache he'd ever had, weak and feeble but somehow alive, somehow not turned. It was more than a miracle, but if pressed Lee wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly it was. His left arm was still a bloody stump, although the blood had mostly dried and clotted the makeshift bandage to the stump. He remembered Clementine's little hands shaking as she clicked the handcuff around his right wrist and around the radiator, the tears running down her face as she raised the gun and looked away.

He had put her through hell.

By the time he figured out how to get out of the handcuffs and left the jewelry store, bat in hand, he knew that he had missed her by a long shot. However long it had been from his death to his resurrection, but the horde in Savannah (that they had brought to Savannah) had mostly dispersed. Clementine wasn't there anymore. So he followed the advice he gave her - he headed toward the railroad and started looking there. He met other groups of survivors, heard of a place called "Wellington" up north that was supposed to be safe. He knew that if Clementine was with Christa and Omid, that was where she'd go. So that was where he headed, too.

Sometimes unbidden, thoughts of the rest of the group came to him - Ben, caught on that pole, and Kenny, staying behind to put him down so that he wouldn't be eaten alive. But mostly his thoughts stayed on Clementine. One man trying to find one little girl, across the entire eastern US? it sounded damn near impossible. But, well, more impossible things had happened to Lee. He stopped every survivor group he met and asked them the same thing:

"Any of you seen a little girl?"

But even after two years of the same answer ("Sorry, man." "Haven't seen her." "No idea."), he still always asked. So when, halfway through North Carolina, he saw a little camp that was almost more smoke than fire, he headed for it.

He didn't expect to find her. He almost didn't recognize her at first, she'd grown so much, changed so much. No matter how much she changed, though, he would recognize her anywhere.

A twig snapped under his foot behind her, before he could announce his presence. He'd changed from his old, stained blue shirt into a warmer flannel one, no longer needed a bandage on his left arm, and his beard had gone from ungroomed to a little out of control. But his brown eyes were the same, as was the relief in his smile when she turned to look, raising his arms in front of him.

His voice was the other thing that hadn't changed, although it sure sounded a lot better than the last time she'd heard it.]

Hey there, sweet pea.

[keptitshort]

[The fire was so low that Clementine couldn't even hear the familiar crackle that a proper fire should be making. There's nothing cooking, either. It's just for the purpose of keeping her warm and admittedly it's not doing a very good job of it. Her backpack had been lost in the scuffle with those strangers, along with everything in it that she hadn't thought to put in her pockets before leaving.

She had been wondering if it were possible that it could wash up downstream sometime when the sound of the snapping twig caught her attention. Her hand is on the gun at her side faster than she can process what she's doing in one second, and the next she's on her feet and turned around to face the intruder.

Clementine's heart is pounding so loudly in her head that she almost doesn't hear his voice when he speaks, and while he almost doesn't recognize her, even with his appearance changed over time, she recognizes him instantly. Instead of sending a feeling of warmth or relief through her- at least at first- she's struck and takes a small step back as ice rushes through her veins. The kind of feeling you get when you're just...stunned, and not necessarily frightened. It's one thing to see someone die, to be the one to put the bullet in them yourself...and it's entirely another to see them standing there with that same, familiar smile, alive. As if none of that terrible nightmare even happened.

She would have dropped the gun, if she had ever managed to pull it out in the first place. Her hands were shaking too badly for that, and when she finally manages to speak, the words don't sound at all like her own.]

...L...Lee?