|Joke's on me.
||[Jun. 6th, 2007|09:03 pm]
((I guess this is goodbye, Dylan. It was fun while it lasted ;3))|
Kakyoin: *It was an unusually quiet night over the streets of Manhattan, and the unnatural stillness had permeated even the Labyrinth. A dull moment was a rare thing for the Gargoyles living in New York; fate had arranged a nigh infinite parade of villains, misfortunes, and prankster allies, but they endured as they had endured the millenium old test of time. Normally, a night like this would have driven Kakyoin insane, but he appeared to be complacent within the small room he'd been borrowing.
Behind the closed door, however, lay the reason for Kakyoin's lack of jokes. The Stand wielder lay against the chamber's back wall, blood staining his trademark green clothing and pooling in a stagnant puddle. Kakyoin's corpse bore a wicked gash stretching from his collar to his waist, a telltale wound delivered by the massive scythe of the insidious Death13. His glossy white eyes were fixed on a note clutched fervently in the body's right hand.*
I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. When I had no idea where to turn, you offered me asylum. You helped me realize that a curse can be a blessing, and I owe you and the Clan more than I can hope to repay. I've been a bit selfish, I know. I've been thinking about what you told me about crossing the line. If I hurt anyone, I'm sorry, but I am who I am, and even if I could help that, I wouldn't.
These past weeks have been the first time in a long while when things have actually been alright. My little sojourn amongst the night ended too quickly, though. I always thought it would. Death13 wasn't lying when he said he was linked to me. I saw him last night. My past finally caught up to me, and I'm going to make it right once and for all.
I expect I'll be dead by tomorrow night. Sorry to do it like this, but if I told you guys, you'd insist on helping, and it would never end. I don't want to be responsible for another death. There's no need to be sad about it. My time came a long time ago, and it's about time I stopped procrastinating. Since I know you'll take this too seriously, tell Nina to play a gag at my funeral. Just because my life was a joke doesn't mean it has to be an unfunny one.
Please give everyone my regards. I'll put in a word with the big man for everyone.