i. let it snow, let it go (cw: depiction of drowning and ptsd)
[The one mercy Takame had here was that his time in Ishgard prepared him for the harsh conditions of a blizzard. He was used to not having the luxury of electricity, bundling by a hearth instead and using torchlight and his sharp eyes to see through whiteout conditions. He still didn’t like the cold, even without his scales, but preference didn’t matter in the face of surviving. That was the ever present truth of his life.
He trekked through the storm despite how strong it was just as an instinct to find something to make the experience less uncomfortable for his housemate, but finding every shop to be closed he returned to their home. Only to open the door, step through and have his system shocked by a piercing cold that seeped through his thick coat that half stuck, half flowed away from his body.
He was… underwater? A product of the realm, he imagined, inhaling through his nose naturally only to have his nostrils filled with water falling into his throat, making him cough just to fill his lungs even more of it. He tried to hold it, bringing a hand to touch his neck and chest but he had no breath left to hold and instead flailed wildly in the water, desperately trying to push it out of his mouth as if it would matter.
The more he tried, the more his vision went dark. It was like being caught in smoke, the same sensation of suffocation… the same burning pain singing his left flank, but this time it was through his entire body. Impossible… He could breathe in water… he could breathe in water…
In his wild and weakening flailing as the depictions of the Scions and his sister figures slowly flashed in his mind, he felt something. Twice. Once against his foot. Another against his hand. Ice, it’s ice, it’s ice, it’s ice, break it, destroy it, eliminate it.
Not unlike his final encounter with Emet-Selch, with all his might he struck whatever was above his head, a heavy blow that put his blow to the Ascian to shame, shattering the ice and clutching for his life at the corner of it, anything for leverage to bring himself up and into the air again. Greatest strength comes at the brink of death, that bit of grip he had was enough that he could bring his face out at least, enough for one thin breath and a loud scream once muffled by water.]
Aaugh!! Nghh--! [He submerged once more, almost being pulled by something, but his need to stay alive came out of hibernation and he kept trying to claw his way out. In this state, though, he couldn’t on his own.]
ii. Run, rudolph, run (cw: aggressive violence)
[For as reluctant to leave through any doors as Takame was given what’s happened, he was the Hero of his realm. A hero went out and helped people, right? Or perhaps he simply didn’t want to think about what happened and sought to keep himself busy. It didn’t bear thinking about either way, this was still his duty.
He didn’t have to go far to sense death given what was outside his door. But the long dead humans and the recently deceased animals had a widely different scent to them. What he wouldn't give to have his sword back, but he didn’t have it and nothing would change that.
He saw them. The monsters that looked like voidsent whose claws and teeth matched the mangled animals he saw. And while the few who sought him out were dispatched without notice, when he saw one from a distance charging towards someone defenseless, he didn’t waste time in rushing forward himself, shoulder tackling it, grabbing it by the neck with nails firmly dug into the rotten flesh and the aim to smash its head into the nearest hard surface until it bled out. It wouldn’t go down without a fight, and as he struggled against it he gave a warning to whoever its original target was.]
Fall back!
iii. wildcard
[[ so I was thinking about robbie-ing takame for a bit, but i’d like to keep that prompt to one, then maybe do some kind of aftermath post later on. If you’re interested in that feel free to poke at my linked plotting post or hit me up at bonpuns ! This also applies if you had any other idea for anything else, heck they can do ACTUAL christmas plans. But he’ll wanna be keeping busy after this. ]]
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[The one mercy Takame had here was that his time in Ishgard prepared him for the harsh conditions of a blizzard. He was used to not having the luxury of electricity, bundling by a hearth instead and using torchlight and his sharp eyes to see through whiteout conditions. He still didn’t like the cold, even without his scales, but preference didn’t matter in the face of surviving. That was the ever present truth of his life.
He trekked through the storm despite how strong it was just as an instinct to find something to make the experience less uncomfortable for his housemate, but finding every shop to be closed he returned to their home. Only to open the door, step through and have his system shocked by a piercing cold that seeped through his thick coat that half stuck, half flowed away from his body.
He was… underwater? A product of the realm, he imagined, inhaling through his nose naturally only to have his nostrils filled with water falling into his throat, making him cough just to fill his lungs even more of it. He tried to hold it, bringing a hand to touch his neck and chest but he had no breath left to hold and instead flailed wildly in the water, desperately trying to push it out of his mouth as if it would matter.
The more he tried, the more his vision went dark. It was like being caught in smoke, the same sensation of suffocation… the same burning pain singing his left flank, but this time it was through his entire body. Impossible… He could breathe in water… he could breathe in water…
In his wild and weakening flailing as the depictions of the Scions and his sister figures slowly flashed in his mind, he felt something. Twice. Once against his foot. Another against his hand. Ice, it’s ice, it’s ice, it’s ice, break it, destroy it, eliminate it.
Not unlike his final encounter with Emet-Selch, with all his might he struck whatever was above his head, a heavy blow that put his blow to the Ascian to shame, shattering the ice and clutching for his life at the corner of it, anything for leverage to bring himself up and into the air again. Greatest strength comes at the brink of death, that bit of grip he had was enough that he could bring his face out at least, enough for one thin breath and a loud scream once muffled by water.]
Aaugh!! Nghh--! [He submerged once more, almost being pulled by something, but his need to stay alive came out of hibernation and he kept trying to claw his way out. In this state, though, he couldn’t on his own.]
ii. Run, rudolph, run (cw: aggressive violence)
[For as reluctant to leave through any doors as Takame was given what’s happened, he was the Hero of his realm. A hero went out and helped people, right? Or perhaps he simply didn’t want to think about what happened and sought to keep himself busy. It didn’t bear thinking about either way, this was still his duty.
He didn’t have to go far to sense death given what was outside his door. But the long dead humans and the recently deceased animals had a widely different scent to them. What he wouldn't give to have his sword back, but he didn’t have it and nothing would change that.
He saw them. The monsters that looked like voidsent whose claws and teeth matched the mangled animals he saw. And while the few who sought him out were dispatched without notice, when he saw one from a distance charging towards someone defenseless, he didn’t waste time in rushing forward himself, shoulder tackling it, grabbing it by the neck with nails firmly dug into the rotten flesh and the aim to smash its head into the nearest hard surface until it bled out. It wouldn’t go down without a fight, and as he struggled against it he gave a warning to whoever its original target was.]
Fall back!
iii. wildcard
[[ so I was thinking about robbie-ing takame for a bit, but i’d like to keep that prompt to one, then maybe do some kind of aftermath post later on. If you’re interested in that feel free to poke at my linked plotting post or hit me up at