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130bladeworks2015-04-29 02:09 pm
kbcctv) wrote in 130bladeworks2015-04-29 02:09 pm
corruption au meme
 The Sword Army pursues the Retrograding Army through history, encountering familiar settings and reliving old memories. Though strong, with every change in time and setting, the swords dread the old memories. As they fight to preserve history as it is meant to be, the Sword Army must steel their hearts and resist temptation lest they come to fight themselves…  |
| A popular fan theory is that the enemy swords you fight are actually your swords from an alternate universe who wished to change history. For this meme, feel free to make up your own starters or use one of the prompts below. Remember to state if your character is corrupted, not, or if you have no preference. |
PROMPT IDEAS 1. How could you let this happen? They wanted to be left alone, their mood was poor, and maybe you should have noticed the signs but now that you have, it’s too late. They can’t stop these thoughts in their head and something in their soul has turned dark and ugly. Is it too late? Maybe you can get through to them… if not, are you ready to draw your sword? 2. Possession. Even the smallest trace of doubt can attract them— evil spirits. Once the dark spirit has latched on to your soul, it takes over and consumes you. Maybe the possession is gradual or maybe it happens suddenly. All you know is that everyone has regrets and anyone can doubt… this could happen to anyone. 3. Cry Wolf. We fought the same battles and shared the same meals together so it was only natural that we would be considered allies and friends. The fateful moment approaches and suddenly it is revealed: One of you is not a true friend. There is a traitor among you. 4. Becoming your own enemy. Your mission is to go back in time and let things happen as they were meant to be but their fall into despair was never supposed to happen, right? And so you went back in time to prevent their misfortunes but you keep failing again and again until, this time, you think you’ve got it. This time, you’ll be able to save your friend - but will you be able to save yourself too? 5. Reborn again. When destroyed in battle, the sword disappears only to return again anew. You can’t choose the fate you’re born with though and this time, someone has returned… from the wrong side. |
INSPIRATIONS There are some corruption fanart floating around Pixiv, as well as a FST made by Aki ( fletrir). Other canons with similar themes to this meme are first and foremost Puella Magi Madoka Magica, as well as Shin Megami Tensei and other demonic-theme heavy series. |
Original premise and coding was done by
eskimo, image taken from here.
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The world is cruel, but with my time here down from the heavens, it's not always cruel as it seems. [He is aware that the world can be unfair, but that's just how it works. There are bad days and there are good days. Days where everyone came home safe from sorties and days where Jiroutachi got more sake to share with him. Days like that. What is done is done, good and bad. He closes his eyes, the vibes of imbalance and impurity is strong in the air around him.]
Do tell me. Why you do believe we should fix this world?
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And Jiroutachi's eyes light up at Taroutachi's question, too bright and too sharp and yet not entirely there. When he raises both hands to tick off his points, they're trembling too hard to do anything with them so Jiroutachi grasps his long sleeves instead. Holding on to something to keep his hands still.]
Because this isn't right. None of this is right. [Swords dedicated to the gods, don't make him laugh. All Jiroutachi did was gather dust, get lifted up and be placed down again after everything was done and said. Back to being locked away and hoping to be more useful next time.
And his brother. He deserved better, so much better than fighting in wars which don't even feel tangible.]
Brought back and not allowed to even consider what we might want! Don't you think Horikawa-kun and Kanesada-kun would have been happier if they had been allowed to save their master? Don't you agree that Hanebami-kun and Namazuo-kun didn't deserve any of what they went through?
[All of the usual cheer has gone out of Jiroutachi's tone, desperation mingling anger with. His head is filled with all the possibilities. They could fix so much, change so much. For the better.
Even if a small, tiny voice in the back of it all is horrified by what is coming out of his mouth.]
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Do you believe attaining peace for this world is not right to you?
[Taroutachi knows fully well that they don't get used often, especially for him. He remembers fully well of the one warrior that wielded him successfully. And then he and the warrior got separated in the middle of battle. The warrior died next to his son, a sacrifice to let their comrades escape as Taroutachi was taken away from the opposing forces. Since then, no other human could wield him and he spends his days locked away in the shrine.
He accepted his purpose and his fate. He accepted that he doesn't belong in this world as he cannot be used by normal means. And most definitely he would not go back to save that warrior, as even with separation, he fought until his dying breath. The warrior has done his purpose for this world and now he is among the gods.]
Brother, listen to me... I do believe that the others did not deserve the cruelty that happened to them. Even when the past is painful, we must move on. If we follow the same path as our enemies, the world will become more broken than it's current state.
[He is hesitant, but he places a hand on his brother's shoulder. A firm placement in attempt to calm him, a part of him just hopes his words can reach his brother, to get him back to his usual laughter and joy that never fails to brightens Citadel up.]
This world can be still be saved.
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But any rational thought simply ebbs away from his mind and he scowls.]
If we go back to the root, pull it out or- [Jiroutachi's chest feels as if it's on fire and he struggles for a moment before he can continue the sentence. Everything is rushing through his veins too quickly, too fast and yet too slow.] -or replace it, we won't have to fix this world by letting history happen, we could-
[Abruptly, Jiroutachi stops, eyebrows furrowed together. They could what? What would changing history accomplish? Why is he doubting their sage? Why is he doubting their duty and their mission and why does his head feel as if someone is beginning to hammer several nails into it?
Taroutachi won't understand. He looks so concerned and hesitant and satisfied with where he is. Satisfied with letting history run its course. Content with having been locked away for year upon year. His brother will never understand the doubt digging its ugly teeth into his throat.
Jiroutachi feels his balance shift to the side and he has to take a step to the right to keep himself from falling over.
...Aniki is as innocent and straightforward as he always is. And he should remain that way and he always seemed to like it when Jiroutachi smiled. He needs to smile, laugh, joke, anything to make his brother stop looking at him as if Jiroutachi is growing a second head. It doesn't feel right to be looked at like he's the enemy.
He's not.
Right?]
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[That smack may not hurt physically, but it surprised him and it hurts a little emotionally. Taroutachi losing his brother to the darkness and he is trying to reach him with words, without the need to bring his blade into this. He never would raise his blade, let alone fight Jiroutachi outside of sparring. The two have their differences, but it goes without saying that he cares for his little brother very much.
He's going to be doing extra purifications around Citadel when he is done here.
He pulls his hand back, even if that shift of balance in his brother just makes him feel worse.]
We can't... [We can't do that for so many reasons.] Please cease these thoughts at once!
[Both hands are back on his blade, his true form that holds this vessel together. To grip it to prevent from touching Jiroutachi again because a feeling that he will just get smacked away again.]
Have faith in our master. They brought us back together on this world for peace. Peace is what I want for this world. For all of us.
[Jiroutachi is and will never be the enemy. Whatever has got a hold of him is the enemy that he wants to destroy.]
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The way Taroutachi grips his real body catches Jiroutachi's eye. It's making him oddly twitchy though he can't place his finger on why. Taroutachi would never attack him and neither would Jiroutachi attack his brother. But that thing in the back of his head is snarling angrily, digging its teeth deeper and Jiroutachi has to close his eyes because the light seems too bright all of a sudden. The light of the citadel has been nothing but gentle before and now...
...Maybe Taroutachi is right. Their saniwa has been doing their share of fighting for the future. It was their sage who offered them the chance of meeting again after long, lone years of separation.
And didn't their sage also reunite other long lost friends? Or bring back what everyone thought to be lost? Or struggle long nights to find ways to make everyone happy?
Faith in their master.
Slowly, Jiroutachi exhales. The dull throbbing is still there, pushing against the back of his head. The cold ball of anger in still resting heavily in his chest as well. His fingers feel clammy and weird and they haven't stopped shaking. The light is still too bright when Jiroutachi finally opens his eyes again.
But Taroutachi is standing in front of him. Solid. Strong. Unwavering. Just like he did all those years ago and Jiroutachi has always trusted him.]
...That was a rather embarrassing display from my side, huh, Aniki?