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Anthony ([personal profile] scramasax) wrote in [community profile] saveyourbrain2014-04-01 08:18 pm
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"Five Years Later..."



"Five Years Later..."

A Good/Bad Ending Meme


Happy First Anniversary, Save the Earth.

Let us celebrate by speculating on where our characters might be in another few anniversaries - pick one or both of the below and do a little babble/blurb - and from there, o' course, freely springboard off of others... or play/thread in the hypothetical scenarios, if you'd like.

Good Ending
Congratulations, Numbers Club - you've fended off the supposed invasion, after a global chase and monster attack and pseudo-political fight one after the other! With the last of the Enemy fleeing and your lot as Earth's heroes, you've got no need to hide yourself any longer - and look how much you've grown in all that time! What have you been up to - and now that you've saved the world, what will you do next?

Bad Ending
...Or you've failed to do any such thing. The alien invasion has succeeded and swarmed over the world. They've overtaken humanity, and the Noble Numbered might be desperately putting up a last-stand defense, hiding their heads, giving in, or on the edge after a string of failures - on a case by case basis. Everyone is bound to react to the apocalypse - and failure to Save the Earth - in different ways.
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[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked 2014-04-02 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Good End!

Against the combined might of the numbers, the aliens stood no chance. Marisa the master magician was key to the final battle that sent them home with their tails between their legs. When life quieted down, Marisa didn't. She became something of a media figure, got some advertising deals, wrote a book, and ultimately became fairly wealthy, moving into a luxurious mansion on the edge of town, where her continued magical experiments were less likely to blow anything up that someone might miss. She kept in touch with most of her friends from the old days. Either by relentless phone calls, texts, and emails, or by just showing up unannounced at their homes. Partly because she was worried about some of them losing control when they lost the direction the aliens had given them, but mostly just because bothering people was in her nature.

But there was still one spell that she recalled that gnawed at her. The difference between a human and a TRUE magician. She could do it, any time. Cast aside her human body for a sturdy youkai body powered by magic, live for hundreds of years, continue her mastery of sorcery. She hasn't done it yet, but she's still only 23. As she grows older, the temptation will only grow.

Bad end!

Marisa didn't make it 5 years. During the height of humanity's decline, when traitors within the Network allowed the aliens to take down most of the reincarnates with one fell swoop, she was among the first targets.

She didn't go quietly, though. The shattered ruins of Locke City include a gigantic crater, hundreds of feet across. Nothing grows there. Even the ghosts fear this place of destruction. And no matter how closely you look, you wont find a speck of her body, or the mini-hakkero. The closest thing to a grave is the broomstick someone stuck at the edge of the crater, the bristles slowly rotting away.
Edited 2014-04-02 18:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] part_time_overlord 2014-04-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Good end!

As the line between Sam Middleton and Satan blurs ever further, he finds himself...changing less than one might expect. Demonic powers aside, a healthy dose of ambition is exactly what he needed to get his life in order. With a body that will last hundreds of years, if not thousands, Sam has time to try things, and with this knowledge he has started up his own business, had it go bankrupt, and is already starting up another one.

The failures don't bother him. He has time. Some day he'll get it right, and he WILL rule the world. No messy armies of demons, just a slow and steady rise in power in the business world. Maybe some day he'll go truly evil and start diving into politics.


Bad end!

One of the last strongholds against the aliens still holds. The humans cowering within live in fear, as much from their master as they do from the aliens beyond the gates.

The latest army of various alien menaces closes in, but they will not find this city easy to rip from the Demon King's fingers. He floats in the sky, the joy of the battle to come filling his face as his army of summoned demons stretches out behind him. There is so much despair from the remaining humans across the world that even in a low magic world like Earth, they have all the power they could want.

Who cares that the world beyond is a shattered ruin, or that his enemies grow in numbers with each day. A world of darkness and blood suits him.
Edited 2014-04-02 18:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chalicejoker 2014-04-02 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Good Ending]
With the victory comes a very welcome sense of relief. Hajime's able to quit hiding, to admit to everyone that he was the mysterious Lord of the Bugmen. And there's a lot he could do with this--but he really just wants to get back to running his family's restaurant. He's had enough fighting and excitement to last a lifetime.

Of course, with his new notoriety, the restaurant gets a massive boost in popularity. He's a bit irritated at this at first--come for the food, not to gawk at him--but soon figures out how to use it. It starts slowly, with a few new locations here and there. Soon, he's making appearances at each in his bugmonster form. It's a big draw, certainly. (There's a bit of trouble with the health department at first, because bugs handling food, but things work out in the end.)

Eventually, he quietly works his way up into being a restaurant mogul, and he's still more well known in the public eye as the Lord of the Bugmen than as Hajime Aikawa. He has no idea how this has happened or why it's happened, but hey, it sure beats the alternative. And if he's tired of being famous, it's easy enough to return to being a human. Good thing he stopped needing to sleep years ago.

[Bad Ending]
There's the thing about the apocalypse. In some cases, it hits too close to home to a past life, caused too many Echoes, caused too many things to go wrong. They say Hajime finally lost it when the aliens razed part of Japantown. He had a lot of family there, after all...it didn't take much for the monster instincts he'd been so carefully holding back to spill out once he felt like he had nothing left to lose.

He's pretty far gone now, living in his bug monster form, sticking to the sewers, and rejecting most contact with the few remaining Numbered. Getting a conversation out of him that isn't just a lot of growling and snarling is hard. Enough of his human mind remains that he's not outright going out and killing innocent humans, but there's no mercy for any of the aliens that venture into his territory...and if the Numbered aren't careful, he's not very good at distinguishing friend from foe these days.

Worse, he can't stand to be around some of his only remaining family. Undead do feel a very strong compulsion to fight other Undead...
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[personal profile] professorwolf 2014-04-02 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Good Ending
Lyall no longer felt useless, after everything. He still taught at the high school-- though he'd had a few leaves of absence, over the course of it all-- and was, quite honestly, looking forward to getting back to it, even if he did have trouble later in the afternoons with keeping alert, these days. Maybe now he'd have a little more to teach them than just dissection and photosynthesis, but he'd still be happy if no one was interested in the werewolf biology teacher.

Bad Ending
There was only so much one wolf could do, against aliens. They'd lost so many people, already, and he spent most every night in the fur trying to take down as many of the invaders as he could, and most every day hiding from the sun. Everything tasted bad, these days... but it was all he could do, so he'd keep on doing it. For the ones who'd already died, and the ones still at risk, few though they might have been.
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[personal profile] keywarding 2014-04-02 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Good End!

Now nineteen Holly is just about to start her first year of Med School. While being a Number all these years has been super busy, she's got her full deck now and a little stuffed animal named Kero to follow her around craving sweets at all hours of the day, she decided in the many battles they had that she wanted to help people in any way she could. Like her mother she's decided to go into health care and hopes to become an emergency room doctor. As the years have progressed she's let her hair grow and now it's wavy and nearly down to her waist and constantly falling in her face, she has to clip it back most days or shove the whole mess into a messy bun on the top of her head with wisp around her face.

After finally finishing puberty, she's grown two inches to top out at 5'5" and has picked up photography as a hobby when she decided against opening a bakery as a job.

She's out front taking a picture of her house, still the same one she grew up in, even if it's just got her and her mom there right now. Soon it won't even have her, it was smarter for her to stay in a dorm since her classes would be at odd hours anyway.

Smiling, she takes another picture. Everything will surely be alright!
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[personal profile] espigeonage 2014-04-02 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Five years is long enough for the virus to work on five generations of rock dove. Mercifully for ecology, it doesn't work on all pigeons and hasn't shown an inclination to jump to other birds. One in a hundred pigeons is affected enough to possess the intellect of a raven; one in a thousand is on the level of a grade school child, and there is the rare individual as bright as your average teenager. Unfortunately those last ones also have comparable emotional maturity.

Either way, there are uplifted pigeons around.

Good Ending: Julien is a white bird of impressive size, extremely muscular and standing around five feet tall. There is basically nothing but the size of his skull to suggest that he used to be human. It's difficult to tell how he feels about most issues, including that one - as ever, he's endlessly good-natured, friendly, and laid back. Maybe there's someone he'd confess secrets to. Maybe not. Mortality might come up.

He rarely stays in one place for long but seems to endlessly be away, visiting people for a few days at a time, always having time unaccounted for. He might just be flying, or talking to his pigeons. They all speak a rough, slang-laden form of Elvish and his advice is useful. All are much smaller than him and most of them aren't nearly as intelligent, but they help him to feel less alone and more useful.

Bad Ending: Tough, smart, sharpsighted, and enhanced in all kinds of ways, the birds who've thrown in with the aliens have proven horrifyingly effective. They believe they will be given the Earth, and sadly most just aren't smart enough to wonder about that promise.

Something about Julien, or Yuuya - as things have become worse without respite, the difference has blurred - is still irrepressible. He will fight on forever, and make new friends with anyone who'll talk to him, but his lightheartedness has a strong tint of gallows humor. He'll still offer words of hope and encouragement, and no one at all is privy to anything past the surface. Also, he's probably in bad shape thanks to many efforts to sacrifice himself, having little sense that he has any value.
Edited 2014-04-02 12:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] amberhearted 2014-04-02 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
GOOD END
Alex continues life as a paramedic, yay!



BAD END #1
Alex gets staked and dies, oops!



BAD END #2
Alex gives into his vampiric nature, turns into a stereotypical hypersexualized vamp dude, and then temporarily unites the Numbers and the Enemy into abolishing his revolting butt. Teenage girls around the world mourn for one week before latching onto a new target.



BAD END #3
Alex Echoes back Belief which makes him victim to major beliefs of vampires. He promptly combusts in a glittery explosion.



BAD END #4
Alex is eaten by Reilanin.


Edited 2014-04-02 06:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hotshots 2014-04-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[GOOD END]

In the end, all Neil wanted was a normal life. Friends. Family. But it's not like he'd turn away from a responsibility when it was handed to him - that's what the Gundam was for. And that's the purpose it served.

Throughout the years, those memories of that man kept chipping away at him. And... he hadn't wanted to be him. He hadn't wanted to go out like him.

As he stands before his old auto shop - closed down for a long time before now, he smirks.

Turns out he managed not to. The others can have the fame and the celebrity. He heard there was a parade planned for today.

All he wanted was a return to some simplicity... And dammit, maybe he could finally have that.

[BAD END]

Space was supposed to be the final frontier, and as it turns out... "final" seemed to be looking about accurate.

Neil can see the Earth pretty well from where the Gundam Dynames floats in orbit of the planet. Pieces of the G-Arms Type D float around the machine. Hell, pieces of the Gundam itself float around its original host, as he notices a leg go by his main camera.

Ah well, fuck it. Not like you needed legs to fight in space, anyway.

And there was still a fight to be had. It might be a hopeless one, but... It's about all he's got now. If he was going to die, he damned well wasn't going to do it like the guy who used to sit in this Gundam.

Even if he could just save one person, that would be enough.

That would be troublesome, though, both given how much damage the Dynames had taken by now...

And the fact, as it turns out, it really is kind of a bitch to be a sniper with just one eye.
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[personal profile] originaloddcouple 2014-04-02 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Good End]
The Dians are on the run.

It's kinda weird, actually. They celebrated their victory with the Numbers for quite some time. But eventually, they packed up with a hearty farewell and took off into the world.

It's relatively easy to track their movements. Photos of the dynamic duo scatter a wide variety of social networks. Fans of the heroic couple marvel at the strange costumes they've chosen to wear throughout their journey. They're all too happy to take pictures with whoever they come across.

The real problem at hand is that their crime spree never seems to end. Police forces across the globe attempt to capture the Masquerading Duo, but they always seem to escape their clutches. Either from luck or interference via outside parties. The thefts continue for as long as society continues. Friends come and go and it always hurts when they do. But there's always more friends to make and more places to see.

All in all... It's a good life.

[Bad End]

Death surrounds them.

Comrades aplenty can be found dead in the streets. Many civilians are barely recognizable. Buildings have crumbled to the ground and the world seems to have entered a state of pure despair.

But the Dians live on.

They walk down the streets, attempting to help any survivor that they come across in the desolate city. Their help will be welcomed or treated with suspicion. Some may even try to devour them as food, although it never lasts. They'll just keep moving, trying to fight off as many aliens as they can.

The Dians will live, even if Earth is destroyed. Even if they suffocate in space again and again for all of eternity, they'll come back. Even if they are captured and studied by the aliens, they'll live. Even if the aliens uncover the secret behind the couple's abilities, they will never die. Even if, the worst possibility of all, they are separated, never to encounter the only person who understands or trusts the other... they will never die. Their existence will never end. They will experience the knowledge that they failed, that almost everyone they know is dead.

They will always be the thieves of time. And everything will always have been stolen from them.
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[personal profile] paradiseshrinemaiden 2014-04-02 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Good End

As soon as the dust settled, Reimu immediately ducked out of being famous as much as she could and returned to Japan more or less for good to take over her family Shinto Shrine in Kyoto as had been her only actual ambition, now that she's legally an adult even by Japanese law. She hoped that if she left quickly enough, she'd be able to actually go back to something resembling normal and live the peaceful life she's always wanted to live, but while she mostly succeeded, the shrine gets a whole lot more visitors than it used to. This is fine though, because that also means more donations, not that she considers that as big of a bonus as her past self would have since she was never poor. Still it's kind of annoying, knowing that most of them are there to gawk at her.

Of course, she did keep track of the friends she made in America, and will sometimes even bother to hop on a plane (or use other less expensive and supernatural means) to go visit them, at least when they don't drop by Kyoto to bother her instead. Of course, this does sometimes mean her life isn't as peaceful as she'd like it to be, but since these disruptions are nothing in comparison to having to fight aliens, she doesn't mind this even if she still grumbles about it.
Edited 2014-04-02 06:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] buildyourworld 2014-04-02 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good End ]

Stepping into the empty space that used to house the Gundams and EVAs, he feels his mood sags a little as a sense of nostalgia creeps up on him unannounced. Taking in his surrounding, he remembers where every single mechas were docked, where their maintenance machines stood and gears were stored. Each voice of the pilots and their staffs, the mechanical chime of their Haros, he could still hear them faintly in his memories.

Swallowing down the threat of an emotional appreciation over the peace they've finally grasped in their hand, Eugen adjusts his glasses as he gives the hangar one last look. With a heavy heart, he sighs before exiting the room, closing the door tightly shut behind him.

It took them five hard fought years to come to today where none of them will wake up dreading over their safety. And all Eugen wants is go back to being who he is. The boy from the farm who wants to create something better for the farming industry. He doesn't regret the days he has to be out there in the Gundam, fighting against aliens. But he will gladly put them behind him and call it a day when the chance arise.

With a long sigh and another look at the door behind him, he smiles and walks away, locking all the memories of their war in his heart.

He has thesis to write, classes to attend to, and most importantly, a dream to chase.

[ Bad End ]

Groaning in pain, his grip on the control sticks is slipping from sweat and blood mixed together in his hands. Who would have thought he would relived his life today. The dark space around him is full of hostile aliens firing and attacking them relentlessly. Even from within the cockpit of Raphael, Eugen knows it's only time before he too will join the rest of the departed Numbered.

Beaten and low on particles, his Gundam is no longer capable of providing any fire power to cover his ally. He wonders how is everyone else faring, if they would survive this cruel war. He wants to believe they would, but he knows Lady Luck isn't smiling at them. He knows...

Surrounded by angry hostiles, all he could do is bear the brunt of their attacks as he returns fire, taking as many down with him as possible.

It will be good if I would really fade away...

Because there's no hope in living in a world alone without his family, his comrades, his friends...

He would rather die...
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Bad end

[personal profile] seriallylucky 2014-04-02 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
I may fall!

Fred's been through a lot, these last years. He's seen friends and more family die, over and over. He's gone on the run more times than he cares to count.

But not like this! It won't be by your hand!

His breaking point finally comes five years - to the day - after his mother's death. On that anniversary, the Gardeners raid the Numbered Resistance refuge where Fred is taking cover. There is one casualty: Ama Vandenberg.

Not this place! Not today!

It's Fred's last straw. With is resolve at record levels, he manages to find the location of a Gardener base, and organizes a strike. It's time to take them out and/or die trying.

I may fall!

It doesn't matter whether anyone's with him on this mission. It doesn't matter whether he succeeds. All that matters is that he tries, that he puts his last effort into saving the world.

He charges forward, sword out, ground seeming to boil around him, strange lights flickering in all directions.

Bring it all, it's not enough to take me d-
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[personal profile] thebalrogslayer 2014-04-02 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Good End

Glorfindel and Gabriel have combined into one bright and beautiful creature. The media was his plaything during the last months and weeks of the invasion, but now he's finally put it aside for some well deserved privacy. His retirement is really just an excuse to spend more time with friends - friends who are now more like family, family brought together by hardship and love. And really, what more could a man wish for?

Bad End - open for goodbyes in Locke or being found again in London

Gabriel is tall and beautiful, but his face is haunted, as is his sleep, full of merged dreams of the terrible things that Glorfindel saw and the horrors of his own failures. Fear fills him; fear of fire and heights, fear for his friends, fear of the unknown, of being hunted down and caught. He's giving in, taking on one last final personal failure and leaving Locke to return to London, in the hope that in the familiar surroundings of his childhood he can finally find some sort of peace to consider his failures in private.
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[personal profile] vaimo 2014-04-02 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Good End

Åsa has many good reasons to smile, but there's a new one carefully tucked in against her chest right now. Peter is the youngest and newest addition to their family; they're just out of the hospital. Lad, now approaching two, is close at hand, toddling along with one hand on his mother's skirt and his eyes on the park with a curious glare, and their eldest, adopted boy Alan is at school. But staying cooped up inside isn't good for mothers or children, and so Åsa has taken them on the scenic route to go meet their other mother when Siiri finishes work.

Bad End

It started with Siiri. The more memories she gained of their past together, the more Åsa found herself unable to cope with the unbalanced relationship there. She couldn't trust her; not her past self, and as she grew more like Finland, not Siiri either. And if she couldn't trust Siiri, who could she trust? Memories of war and famine haunt her dreams, echoing in mistrust in her waking life. She's jumpy, barely even a shadow of the joyful woman she was before, guarded and isolated. She left Locke in the hope that she could leave the past behind her, the remembered past as well as the more recent past, but found herself even more isolated, driving away old friends and even family, retreating into herself.
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[personal profile] drama8om8 2014-04-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Good End

Post-alien-ass-kicking life is fucking fantastic if you're Tavia Serket. Five years after first expressing the wish to do so, she has finally written/directed/financed/starred in her own movie about the reincarnates' adventures. Entitled "The Boom" due to the large number of extravagant explosions packed into the tale, the film enjoyed a fair amount of success despite Octavia's awful acting skills.

She's not sure why people keep insisting the movie is a work of comedic genius, but whatever. Famous actress fairy gamblignant trolls don't worry about things like that. As her husbando Alan tells her, the critics just don't understand her artistic vision.

 

Bad End

Even before humanity fell to the aliens, there was an urban legend of sorts regarding the crater that used to be the site of the mines. Children told each other to steer clear of it in hushed tones - there was still an open passage that led deep underground, they believed, and a monster lived down there.

The stories are wrong, naturally. There are two monsters in what remains of the mine. Both Octavia and her lusus have made their home there: unwilling to kill her spider mother, Octavia chose to isolate herself to avoid endangering anyone she knew. People she doesn't know aren't so lucky - Spidermom needs food, and every now and then a human or two will go mysteriously missing in order to become the giant spider's latest meal.

Octavia still tries to be active with the resistance effort, but it's difficult being the custodian of such a demanding charge. She doesn't get a lot of guests, either, with even Alan's visits becoming more infrequent as the fighting gets fiercer. If anyone does need her for anything, they might want to check that Spidermom has been fed first before coming over. Just in case.
Edited 2014-04-02 16:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shortspoken 2014-04-02 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Good End

Good end

For shingekis

HAHAHAHA THAT'S PRECIOUS

After it's all over, Ellie Annabel's life simply returns to normal. It's neither spectacular nor interesting - instead of guarding doors for shady-ass companies she starts teaching self-defense classes at a local community centre. She's still living a humdrum life in a shitty tiny apartment, but now she at least has friends to share it with.

The memories from her past life do give her trouble sometimes. She figures that's a fair price to pay, though.

 


Bad End

Ellie's echoed memories have taught her two very important things. Firstly: self-preservation is paramount. Secondly: sometimes, sacrifices are necessary in order to protect what's important.

She took these principles to heart when everything started going to shit, striking up a deal with the enemy. Both her powers and her knowledge of the other Numbered made her a perfect double agent - in return for her services, two men who left Locke City five years ago now enjoy a certain level of protection. Nothing too ostentatious, but she's been assured that they won't be separated from each other or killed as long as she cooperates.

So she does. She's well-known amongst the reincarnates as a traitor who hunts down her own kind, and a particularly ruthless and effective one at that. Anyone she catches up with is probably going to want to make a run for it.
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[personal profile] gogoghostpowers 2014-04-02 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

Danny is turning 21, and what a better birthday gift than stopping an alien invasion once and for all?

Sure, his schooling had been interrupted by attacks that he had to leave to fight off, but who needed a high school degree when you saved the world, anyway? (Apparently, he does, because his sister is making him get one anyway now that things are settling down again, and he's less than pleased about closer in age to some of the teachers than the students.)

The Fentons are hosting a shindig for the occasion in their nuclear bunker, all numbered invited. It may be a little cramped (what do you expect from a nuclear bunker?), but it's all that's left of Fentonworks after everything that's happened, and despite the size, it's very festive and inviting!

And yes, there is booze.

Bad Ending

Danny sits, and waits for whatever may come.

He's long since given up. Persistent and determined though he may be, a person can only handle so much up to a point before they can't any more. And between watching so many people (including his family) die, trying to fight back but only causing more damage and helping the aliens in the process, and a long series of...less than encouraging echoes, he doesn't feel he can do anything any more. He wants to help, he wants nothing more than to help the last few who are still fighting against the aliens, but he's convinced that anything he could do would only make things worse and it's better for him to stay out of the way.

So, he stopped. He doesn't fight, he doesn't check the network, and he definitely doesn't use his powers any more. Now, while he may still be numbered, he huddles with the other normal, helpless survivors in one of the last shelters in Locke, as plain and unnumbered as can be. The only difference between him and them now is he just hopes none of the numbered recognize him and try to get him to join in again.
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[personal profile] hollowleg 2014-04-02 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

Perhaps not so good for Shiro. The echoes had stacked up, and turned him from a harmless (if sassy) baker into a draconic monster with a taste for flesh and a strong desire to fight, to kill, to maim. He'd worked hard for this peaceful era, ripping aliens and enemies alike to shreds, using his powers to eliminate all threats. Now, there were no more threats. Nothing intense enough to warrant the use of his abilities. Instead of being happy with peace, Shiro finds himself wandering, listless, and directionless. His mom was dead. His brother was dead. His former girlfriend was MIA, and no one had really filled her niche. Cooking and baking still made him happy, but it seemed so unfulfilling now. He's the owner and chef de cuisine of a very popular catering service in New York City (mostly because it's run by a superhero!) and he has plenty of money, despite looking like a teenager despite the fact that he was almost 30 years old now. Shiro tries to occupy his time with travel. He's trying to relearn to be human, with varying levels of success.

He's also picking fights with other reincarnates, the ones who can handle him.

Bad Ending

The apocalyptic state of the world suits Shiro much better. Souls are in abundance to eat, and he's rarely in human form anymore. Aliens and humans alike cower under the shadow of the White Dragon, flying the skies on wings of hellfire, his breath nuclear in its power. There are always new aliens to fight, humans to frighten, and territory to claim. He forms no alliances, but other Reincarnates know his power is important to the cause. While he's erratic and unpredictable, he definitely hates the aliens and does everything he can to destroy them. He just doesn't seem to care about collateral damage.

This is his world, and he won't be letting any intergalactic mooches take it.
Edited 2014-04-02 16:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dangerouslyinlove 2014-04-02 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

Phillip is actually 16 now, but... well, he looks more earlier twenties, thanks to the years + an Echo that aged him up. He's still a little upset over that, but it could certainly be worse. Especially since now their world is safe, and he doesn't feel like there's much else he could reasonably ask for. Except for maybe some sort of career direction. He's thinking theater. His academics reeeeeeally aren't up enough for much else, having wound up five years behind and all..

Bad Ending

There's more than one thing to worry Phillip here. The aliens are the obvious one, with how humans have been thoroughly beaten down over the years. The other problem is a direct side effect of that, but... much worse.

He's decided over time that the reason he was brought to remember was for just this kind of occasion. Humankind's sorrow and pain is evident to him, and everyday the question of 'why don't we just die?' grows stronger. He's afraid that one day, probably soon, those thoughts will overwhelm.

If that day comes, then they will get what they want.
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[personal profile] icy_heavens 2014-04-02 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

Fun fact about shinigami power: once it manifests, it slows physical aging considerably. Now seventeen, Toushirou sadly doesn't look any older than twelve, still. And won't look any older than twelve for at least a couple of centuries. It's pretty annoying, really.

Like the dutiful little grandson he is, he's still around Locke, still with his granny. Finishing up high-school this year, even. He's got the grades to get into just about any university, but will probably end up going to Locke U just to stay by his granny. Family is important.

Oddly enough, for someone so serious, so goal-focused . . . he's not really sure what to do with his life in general, though hell knows he won't allow himself to be low-rung on the ladder. He'd been a captain, damn it. He'd been in charge. Whatever he chooses to do, he'll be running the show, thank you. Just you watch.


Bad Ending

Some reincarnates are feeling beaten down, don't have the will to keep fighting anymore. Toushirou is not one of those people. It's never been in him to quit; as long as there's still a world, there's still something to fight for. Any losses of people important to him deeply upset him, but instead of sending him into a crushing depression, it only fuels him to fight harder, more viciously, even. There is no mercy on his end when he fights the aliens; it's either blinding rage, or clinical detachment.

The latter has had some of the more poetic people around call him "as cold as the blade he wields". It sounds pretty, whether it's true or not.

There's so much to do. Too much, at times. He's taken on the role of a strategist and a leader; it's what his old self was good at. He needs that here. But in addition to the fighting . . . there are so many souls that need to be helped along to their proper place. Between the living and the dead, there's just so much for him to look after.
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[personal profile] wirsinddiejager 2014-04-02 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

hahaha good endings for shingekis yeah right

Alan feels like he should be happier. They won, after all! ...But that means there's no enemy left to fight, and it feels like fighting is all he knows now. He tries his hardest to enjoy life with Octavia and make sure that she's happy, but it all just seems empty and pointless. With his interest in art forgotten somewhere along the way, he can't even express himself with angsty paintings like he once might have. There's just a lot of boredom and frustration and anger building up inside him and nothing to take it out on. One day, he just might explode.

Bad Ending

When the aliens took over, the world became a lot more like the one in Alan's Echoes. With reminders of his past life around every corner, the lines between Alan and Eren became more and more blurred. He didn't care; the only thing that mattered was destroying the enemy and restoring freedom to humanity. So he fought, and he fought hard, with all the hate and rage in his heart and little regard for his own life.

It wasn't enough. The enemy was too strong. One day he took one risk too many and an energy blast took his head clean off. It wasn't even a brave or heroic death, just one among a countless others.
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[personal profile] waltharius 2014-04-02 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Good End

Walter is 22 and although his education hit a massive snare -- an alien invasion will muck things up somewhat -- he's back on track and is pursuing a degree in biology. His sights are set on veterinary school. His parents aren't exactly thrilled with the choice, but at least they'd get to brag to their friends about Their Son The Doctor. And superhero, but that's secondary. Traditionalists forever. Despite the tensions they've had over the years, they're ultimately glad that the family is alive and safe. That's all that matters.

The possession problem has been taken care of as well, though the experience coupled with the memories of the things Wander did has left him slightly shaken. But he'd like to think that he's put it all behind him. It's a part of him, it always will be, and he's come to terms with everything that's happened over the course of his lives.

If you asked him if he's happy, he'd smile and say 'yes' without much of a second thought.

Bad End

Things were going bad for Walter even before they started losing the war. The pieces of whatever it was continued to collect within him, and his condition continued to deteriorate. It helped in some ways -- he was stronger and much harder to kill. But certainly not impossible to kill. When things were getting grim, people started doing what they tend to do when they're driven to the edge and terrified. Some began turn on one another. It didn't really matter what side you were on when tensions got high enough; if you looked like a threat, you were a fair game.

It wasn't aliens or any other kind of monster that got to him; it was other people. He dissolved into shadow and faded away, but the cursed have a way of lingering on. Those who remain, particularly the ones Walter was close to, may sometimes see a horned wisp of a boy lingering in the dark, but when focused on, the dark ghost disappears. It could be chalked up to a sick trick of the imagination. Mental breaks are pretty frequent these days.
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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2014-04-02 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Good Ending

Not only has L managed to become a successful detective, he has become untouchable. His allies are more powerful than he is, but they're loyal and fierce bodyguards and handlers. After establishing a non for profit boarding school for numbered children and youths, he has a reputation as a philanthropist as well as a sleuth, and though he travels a lot to keep up with his various cases, he makes time to drop in and check on the kids to see how they're growing up. He's come to terms with his previous self's childish nature and less admirable qualities, but he's balanced them and made the conscious decision to lead a more noble life. The world's a better place for Lazarus Lawliet having been there.

Bad Ending

It was too much too fast. Taking increasingly greater risks had seen results and probably saved a few lives, but L had been reckless, and he'd been caught waist-deep in some damning evidence. Sherman had been the one to do it, too, adding insult to injury. He'd been "disappeared" and imprisoned after questioning he refused to break under. After multiple escape attempts from prison, he'd been in solitary confinement for two years by the time the human race had finally succumbed to the alien threat.

Unfortunately, no one came for him or thought to unlock his cell. It's been two weeks since his last tray of food was slid through the door; he's dehydrated, spiking a dangerous fever, and weak with hunger, his only awareness of the end of days occasional, distant rumbles and disturbances that he can feel if he presses himself full against the wall.
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[personal profile] charcoalfeather 2014-04-02 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Good ending!

Everything had worked out in the end. Through the help of the normal people and the numbers, everyone was able to fend together and stop the alien menace from destroying life on earth. Rakka could barely believe it had came and gone, but it had been five years ago that it had finally come to an end.

Life had changed quite a bit for the haibane. Haibane, that's what she really was. Not some sort of angel or prophet, just a girl with wings and a halo who had been through this kind of story twice over now. And while she hadn't really been a major fighter in the battles, she instead stayed behind and helped everyone else. Some had even taken to calling her a real angel, despite her refusal of the title. After everything, she'd reconciled with her parents but stayed in Locke city, helping out with her wealth and even becoming part of her perents buisness.

But that had to end, and she knew it. The echoes said so. As she sat on a park bench, one lazy afternoon, Rakka knew soon she'd have to take flight.

Bad ending!

It had been too late for Rakka when she learned she wasn't a real angel. The fighting had gotten more intense than anyone could have anticipated, numerous casulties on both sides. Rakka had been forced to see her friends lose their lives, and she herself had been wounded. One of the aliens had gotten her, ripping a wing from her back with the slightest of ease. She hadn't slept for days after that, the pain and depression didn't let her.

So she hid. Hid within the last human strongholds, hid from the other humans themselves. Her last wing had changed strangely, gaining black spots as her saddness grew.

It's possible any surviviors might see her, but Rakka didn't want to see them.
Edited 2014-04-02 20:08 (UTC)

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