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Yuuya Sakazaki ([personal profile] espigeonage) wrote in [community profile] saveyourbrain2014-01-31 10:08 am

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The Train to STE Meme (SPOILERS for canon deaths)


You know those Train to the Afterlife memes? In STE the canon versions of all our characters are dead. What if there was a train bearing their spirits on to reincarnation here?

This is a meme where canon versions of the characters can interact. They all know they're dead. They may or may not remember just how they died, or how they got to be on this particular train. Doesn't matter if they'll be born decades apart - that just means some people disembark a little earlier than others. Go over brochures about what your new incarnation will be like, spontaneously turn or be human, try the snack cart, fail to convince the friendly but very busy conductor to give you a transfer, or simply chat.

You just can't stop the train, or leave it. Not yet.
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[personal profile] jasminebloominginshadow 2014-02-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Dark Precure was, perhaps, one of the few people on this train whose death had not followed long after the adventures for which they were known. In fact, she came from the very end of them, at the end of her story... a story about a doll, made under glass, who fought to be something she could never be.

She stared at the brochure she'd been given. What she read would have caused her to rampage if she wasn't aware of the utter futility of it all. Who was this young fool? She was undeserving of her power, her grace. And what's more, she was more or less her hated enemy's sister... a fact undeserving of what Dark Precure was truly entitled to.

And yet... perhaps most aggravating of all... despite her loneliness, her awkwardness, and so much else, she had something Dark Precure never had...

She was happy.

In fact, it seemed as though her power would only grant the girl misery. Was that her fate? Was that her lot in life? To be a curse upon others?

It made her sick inside. But outwardly, Dark Precure sat in her seat without making a sound, glaring at the brochure with a wide-eyed, unreadable expression.