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DON'T FEAR THE REAPER (Trigger Warning: Lector PK)

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CREDS TO ME FOR 2 OF THE MEMES ON SHADY'S PK POST LETS GO



Quentin Brae -- the man who had been Oijin's friend since the early days of Du Loc and the Lector Saga, mourned. The METAL BRAE (whose own bodies had been crafted by the Great Uncle O, which essentially made Brae Oijin's son) remembered somberly the days when Oijin operated out of a fume-ridden ramshackle alchemickal cart in Du Loc's main thoroughfare. THE METAL BRAE remembered somberly Oijin viciously caning him on the head during alchemy lessons when he was a poor student in the bowels of Kaer'Lassar. THE METAL BRAE remembered somberly mooching off Oijin's kindness for nearly a century, living in his basement after the fall of the Loc, and stewing in Oijin's oil baths after becoming a MACHINE HUSK. THE METAL BRAE remembered somberly Oijin's dedication to the Lectorate and all the times they fought together and learned together as comrades. Though BRAE indeed harbored thoughts of killing his closest friends (to save them from the curse of immortality), he was distraught at OIJIN's death, for it had come too soon.

He would continue to mooch under the statehood of Atsuko and Clan Ugokuyama, mourning, plotting, and being grateful to the kind yet insane man who gave him life and was always there to lend a hand to the destitute Adunian. He would memorialize Oijin soon; something fit to acknowledge the Shugo as the proper friend, mentor, and leader he was in this world.

Braevos had lost another hero indeed.

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Arakawa - upon hearing that cataclysmic explosion that marked the Shugo's sacrifice - felt a whirl of emotions flood his mind. Primarily grief, with notes of hope at Shinji's demise. He remembered several things of the Shugo: His fierce loyalty to the state and to his people, how he had often made time to speak to Arakawa during the late hours, and his honor, resilience, courage and ingenuity. The Sleepy Shinobi would forever remember Oijin as a paragon of the samurai ideology, and as a man of the people.

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Sand looked downward as he sat upon that desert cliffside edge, a redgold flame burning at the sickly malflame that had twisted his unreal flesh. 

 

"I had always hoped to see Oyashima from the naked eye. Without a blade nor barrel pointed toward the island nor its people. Perhaps maybe still I can see it- you were among the first to extend that olive branch and to not let our people be ruled by the conflicts of our squabbling kin."

 

He continued, the elf softening a moment as the corruption purged from his body; a still mind oncemore, rational, thoughtful.

 

"I wish I could have been there, or perhaps been a better friend to you. Perhaps I will make it up to you, someday when I do not realize it."

 

"I will continue to live aside your kin and aide however I may. Ours is a bond spoken in word, then forged in blood."

 

"Rest easy, Shugo."

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Kato Hanako wept through the night and the days that followed this news. The loss of her great-grandfather was the first she had suffered, sheltered from the world as she was.

In the day following, she donned mofuku and entered into seclusion for the duration of her mourning process.

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Caius held Oijin's hand firmly, as both of them ascended in Spirit above. . 

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"Life is one generation, but your good name will live on forever!" Sir Stanton shouted in praise, thinking back on the impact the Shogo had left on his family, and others.

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While in a deep state of melancholy, Jurkha Faochak felt yet another sharp tinge of pain upon him, and his body was overwhelmed by the great stirring of sadness, his body overtaken by seizures and uncontrollable spasms. It was only after he saw the spirit of his venerable grandfather in the background that did he recover and the spasms cease. 

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    Shibuya immediately upon returning to Sakuragakure got to work .. she witnessed the death first hand and felt there was no time to spare! She immediately created a new spot at her beloved Monastery, an alter .. one usually found inside of homes that had lost a family member .. but instead, this one was made public for all visitors to see. The inside was filled with banners, photos and offerings, upon it was a label .. displaying the name Kato Oijin. Shibuya sat there after finishing it, staring in silence .. that is, til she had an idea. A way to allow everyone to give a final goodbye .. a spot for those who care to deliver final letters and messages to Shugo. She would take it upon herself to find a way to contact Aritsuki, The Greater Kami of Souls and the Dead to eventually deliver all the future goodbyes to Kato .. or so she hoped.

      “. . We will all say sayonara .. you will be able to read it all Shugo . .Yakusoku shimasu. O-genki de til' then”  after speaking she heard the yell of a certain Brae corp machine .. with a sigh she got up, time to share the alter with others, the mourning as began. 

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Lhoris known as “Loren” speaks into darkness to get a great secret off her chest for once. “I stole from your unlocked chest like fifty years ago.” 

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Kiel, the demon, sits in infernal customs with a low growl. Blissfully unware but for one thing. It was no longer book bound.

A high elf stares at empty marble floors.

An old shaman allows himself tears for the lost of Shugo Kato, before preparing a new candle for the shrine.

A soulless beast lays in the ruins of a gods playgrounds. Knowing nothing of these events. Traveling with brave Oyashiman warriors across a new world. The Bug Man would make sure they returned. Atleast, their bodies if not alive.

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For many days would the Hirano lie in the bed. No matter the amount of losses he has experienced, he still wept until his eyes grew dry. As he curled up, he recalled his times spent with his mentor.

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Three days mourning would take place for the man, the myth, the legend: Uncle O. Kiyoshi looks again at the final letter he received from the Shugo; asking him to speak on some important matter.

"I will not let you or Atsuko down again." 

He shouldn't have agreed to talk about it after the battle. Balls. 

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"SHUGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Haneki cries, the Iron Sakura nymph shedding many tears. 

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Nemea would hear of oijin's passing as she would sigh softly "another one of the remaining lectors joining the others...well he will at least have plenty to greet him with open arms...rest well you crazy old coot" 

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It took a while for the news to reach her, but it hit just as hard. There was so much she hadn't said. So much she hadn't done. And so much more that she should have.
"Gomen, ani..."
Akemi sat with her head in her hands, and her back to the wall. For the first time in her life, Akemi lit a blunt.

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