September 2011
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Ghost Trick Doujin translation. Spoiler endgame
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avertedfate asked: It's Hug Wenesday today. So here's a hug for you. *Yomiel attempts to give you a warm, happy hug.*
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avertedfate:
… Yes. I will be waiting for that day.
Me too.
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avertedfate:
…Yes. I think that someday, we’re bound to meet up again, too.
I’m sure Sissel would love to meet you.
Yomiel…
One day, we’ll meet again…
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avertedfate:
The same goes for you, my friend. Maybe one day…it might be possible for us to live in the same place.
It might sound childish, to hope for such a thing…but…I’d rather believe in hope, myself.
Don’t worry, Yomiel, I’m sure one day we’ll see each other again. One day, we can be together again…
I’d love to finally meet the woman who means so much to...
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revengefulspirit:
I’m going to… figure something out. Not leaving either of you behind.
She always liked cats, anyway.
…
That sounds nice, Yomiel… really nice.
(…but it’s not possible. And I can’t tell you that.)
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avertedfate:
Even if my future is brighter now…you’re still my best friend. I won’t ever forget everything you did for me, our friendship…as such, I sometimes wish we could still live in the one place.
I’ll never forget you too. You’re my friend. You’ll always be.
@ Yomiel
revengefulspirit:
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Yomiel…
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avertedfate:
… I wish that sometimes, myself.
You too?
But… why?
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fuuten:
As much as I love Lynne…
…I wish I could stay with Yomiel.
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I feel sick...
avertedfate:
…Sick? I do hope you feel better soon, my friend.
…Even if I’m not sure how it’s possible for you to feel sick to begin with…
I don’t get it either. But maybe it’s just because of the stress.
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revengefulspirit replied to your post: I feel sick…
Sick?
Yes… but that can’t be. I’m a cat, I can’t get a temperature or be sick.
I feel sick...
Strange. I shouldn’t be able to feel sick.
I’m dead, after all.
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revengefulspirit:
I guess we both owe each other our lives, then.
(He reached out to a little kitten, once. A lost thing in a park on the most coincidental of days.
And then, for years and years and years, that cat reached out to him. He felt too often like Sissel was the rope keeping him tied to the earth as it spun wild-fast underneath him and tried to leave him behind. The soft meow that...
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revengefulspirit:
(They’re in the word of the living again, on the ground where it feels like they had lifted away years ago, spent lifetimes in their spirit world but it was probably the blink of an eye. It’s a disappointment to be back in the cold sterility of his physical shell, feeling wrapped in inches of fabric and immune to reality, but there’s a knowledge and a memory, now. And that will...
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revengefulspirit:
(It seems like something stupid someone’s mother would say.
‘I’ll take care of you,’ with that kind of smile, and he should roll his eyes that aren’t his and scoff with a voice that isn’t his and push this cat-turned-ghost-turned-man off of him and say yeah, yeah, I know. But he doesn’t. Not when there is a ghost warmth against him and touch he can feel and a promise and maybe...
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revengefulspirit:
(Sissel says that he can’t tell Yomiel and there is a second where a familiar anger at the caution-tape bullshit boundaries of the living starts to rise. Because no, no, Sissel, you can tell me, of all the damn people to tell it should be me this is my future I need to know how can I get this to happen how can I get her back. But Sissel explains. And the anger just fades in the...
revengefulspirit:
(For a minute he’s staring at the place where the sleek form of his cat touches his hand, or the hand that belongs to him because he can’t really call it his now. And there’s almost something too good, too sweet about this timeline that Sissel promises and Yomiel doesn’t know if he can really believe it. He wants to. He doesn’t want to, at the same time.
Yomiel lets his...
revengefulspirit:
(His brows are pushed together and his lips are tight and a part of him thinks, like it does every time, how impressive it is that he still works these instinctual expressions. And that part of him fades out when the expression bobs and slides on the waves of the words Sissel says, a rolling tide of confusion and of awe, an honesty that he finds hard to express after a near...
revengefulspirit:
(He blinks.
He figures he would be better at processing this without a cat in his arms. Yomiel sits gently on the ground and sets Sissel down in front of him, carefully, like handling china.
And then he lets the words ring in his head, curling into a tight coil that had too much energy for its size and didn’t you, that day and how but—)
(He realizes he has been partially...
revengefulspirit:
(The word takes him by surprise. The word and the choked twisted tone it carries, narrowing the word and sharpening it. He almost turns his head, to furrow his brow and look at Sissel for answers but he has the ghost sensation — pun unintended — of a small head against his cheek and stills.
He has a terrible feeling like emptiness and apprehension.
This isn’t ‘his’ Sissel....
revengefulspirit:
(A moment is there where he wonders if most people share this sort of full, calm quiet with their cat, or their closest friend, or whichever is more accurate for the situation. It was like breathing deep just before falling asleep.
He surprises himself remembering that. And he finds he wants to latch onto it for as long as possible.
He stops thinking and just watches the fur...
revengefulspirit:
(A half-laugh, like an amused breath.)
Askin the hard questions, huh, Siss?
(He scoops the cat up, cradling Sissel close to his chest, running his fingers through the fur. This close, Yomiel is quiet, looking down at the black sheen of his only friend. A subtle white shine like stars dappling night skies, nights they’d shared year after year. Yomiel has nothing to say.
Even...
revengefulspirit:
It’s not a big deal. It’s not even… I don’t even know when it’s gonna be. Don’t worry. I don’t need your help.
(The idea of having another Sissel dead is still sticking in his brain and— no, no.)
I promise you, it’ll be fine.
Yomiel…
[He knows what this could mean. And he knows how dangerous it could be. He doesn’t want to let Yomiel go alone. But he also...
revengefulspirit:
Heh, nah. It’d be better if you didn’t. Keep yourself outta trouble.
(Last thing he wanted was for his cat to get caught up in something and get hurt or, worse, killed in the process…)
It’ll all be fine. Don’t you worry.
But… I wanna be there for you. I wanna help you, Yomiel.
Take me with you.
revengefulspirit:
Could be better… But things are finally looking up, I think.
(Or looking down for the inspector in white. It’ll work. It’s gotta.
Blink. Oh. Right. He looks down at the cat with a smile.)
Could be better?
[Sissel blinks a little bit and rubs his head against Yomiels legs again.]
Is there anything I can do to help you?
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revengefulspirit:
(He kneels down to get his fingers on the curve of the cat’s head, thumb stroking the line of his ear.)
S’been a while, huh, Sissel?
(Seems strange that the word still hangs heavy in his mouth.)
[He looks at Yomiel and nods a little bit.]
Yes, it really has been a while… I missed you. How have you been?
