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405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

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.

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?

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?

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.

1. Using it 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!

((Snagged from an earlier post from way back when... Different pic, but it's pretty much the same.))

DEATH IN BATTLE IT IS and we don't NEED no steenkin' random.org

[The sigil on his chest burns, but so do the multiple sword wounds through his lungs. He coughs, painfully, tries to push himself up onto his elbows, and fails, falling back. Apparently the sigil isn't proof against a Prince of Hell. He'd put himself between this particular Prince and Razas, and paid the price -- but not before sending that Prince back to Hell, beheaded.

Everything's going dark.] I. Raz?

Re: DEATH IN BATTLE IT IS and we don't NEED no steenkin' random.org

[Razas staggers out of the hiding place he's been crammed into and then immediately drops to his knees again, feeling terribly cold as he slides an arm under Ben's shoulders.] Oh. Oh, Ben, no . . .

Raz. [Ben coughs. He's drowning in his own blood, a veritable river flowing from the corner of his mouth.] You're. Okay? He didn't. Hurt you?

[Raz shakes his head. He's shaking all over, actually.] No. No, he didn't hurt me.

Ben, you shouldn't have . . . you need a Healer, Raphael . . .

Think I'm. Beyond that. He stabbed me. Good. Lots. [He makes a grab for Raz's shirt with a bloodied hand and misses completely.] Where's. The others?

[Razas swallows weakly and latches on to Ben's hand. He hates how small he sounds and feels right now.] Coming. I'm certain they're coming. Please, just . . . please.

[Ben manages a smile through the blood.] Not alone. And goin' Home. Ain't a. Bad thing.

[Razas takes an unsteady breath.] Well. No. I . . . er. That is. Of course it isn't.

But . . .

But it's still. Dyin'. [Painfully. Which Ben will not mention. He's always hated drowning in his own blood, and his chest is seizing up as his heart tries to keep up with the blood loss.]

Love you, Raz. Grumpy old. Misanthrope.

[Razas isn't crying. Really. It doesn't take several tries to get his damned throat clear.] And I love you too, Benjamin. You reckless, headstrong fool.

[Ben huffs out a laugh and coughs on it.] Least we. Got that. Cleared up.

[He closes his eyes. He's getting progressively limper, and the world is hazing out around him.] Was a good. Life. No regrets.

I'm glad. [Razas takes a breath and shakes out a wing to spread over Ben like a blanket.]

Thank you, Ben. For . . . for forgiving me. For being my friend when nobody else was.

Was my. Pleasure. And it. Worked out. Awesome. [Fading.] Tell the others... Love them. Pet Steven. 'n' Pal.

[It doesn't hurt anymore. That should probably scare him, but death hasn't held any terror for Ben in quite some time.] Give Guri. Big hug...

I will. [Raz tightens his arm around Ben, hating how very, very helpless he is right now.]

I'll. We'll see each other soon.

Sing for me. One more time? Love your voice... [Everything feels like it's coming from far away, his world shrinking down to a pinpoint of herenow.]

[Razas has a huge lump in his throat, but he nods and scrubs clumsily at his eyes while he raises his voice in a Psalm.]

The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
For He hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods.
Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in His holy place?
He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully . . .

[And Ben's got a smile, even as more blood bubbles up past his lips and he... really can't breathe at all right now. He squeezes Raz's hand one last time--

And his body goes limp.]

[Razas drops his voice to a choked whisper. Damn his tears, anyway.] He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.

[And Ben is just suddenly there, squatting in front of his body and Raz, no scars or wounds or cane or issues. Happy and whole.] Aw, Raz. [He reaches out and strokes Raz's wing.] It's okay, brother.

[Razas clears his throat and scrubs at his eyes again. Foolishness, anyway.] Of course it is. Silly of me.

And God will wipe every tear from their eye. [He glances up, then looks back at Raz.] Wanna come with? Just for a visit?

[Raz gets a grip on himself and gets to his feet.]

. . . yes. I think I'd like that.

Shiny. [Ben takes his hand and leaps skyward.

Singing. In a voice that doesn't sound like a wounded moose with a head cold.]


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