Jump 016: Tsukihime

Jump 016: Tsukihime

Location: Misaki Town, 1990s
Age: 16
Identity: Wandering Magus
Drawbacks: [+500] Recollections Of Alaya, A Promise Forgotten, Dying Dream

[Free]      Sensei
[Free]      Redshift Jumper
[200/1500]  True To Myself
[500/1500]  Magic Gunner
[800/1500]  High Speed Magus
[1000/1500] Thought Acceleration
[1400/1500] Precision And Memory
[Free]      Sealing Artifact
[Free]      Closet Of Uniforms
[1500/1500] Studio Apartment

Mmm. Video games. Except... something's not right. You ever have one of those dreams where you're doing something but it kind of glitches a little bit and little details just aren't right? Like, say, you know you can fly or move things around or whatever except you can't in this one? Well, that's kind of what it's like for me, because WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GATE and why do I have this frustrating sense of deja vu.

And why do I wake up every morning covered in sweat, screaming, and why is every morning this morning, but I can't hold onto any details of the dream, and-

Oh.

Huh. Yeah, that's a problem. And it's basically impossible for me to get my hands on any real weapons that aren't improvised, isn't it?

The gatekeeper is, by all appearances, a Clonegamesh. I thought I'd killed them all, but apparently one's been camped out in my subconscious - probably because I'm back in the nineties again and it's some sort of weird Kaleoscope screwiness, I'd bet. I'm pretty sure, in fact, that I've fought this Clonegamesh before. I'm pretty sure I've fought him many times before. Deja vu keeps cropping up all the time.

But even a mountain can be worn down, with time and effort.

Not so crazy about the whole waking-up-in-a-hospital-bed thing, I'll say, and it's kind of hilarious that I'm parked next to someone else who ALSO just came out of a coma. Hit me up sometime, dude, we'll hang out and play video games-

Oh, you're kind of chained to your family?

Well, damn, that's a shame. Still, drop by sometime anyway, if you can find the time.

...

Ah. Didn't expect to bump into you here, haven't seen you around, Shiki. You still good? Who's your friend?

Oh, hey Arcueid, haven't seen you in a minute. How are things?

Hm? Yeah, I've met her before a couple times, she's a decent sort, but that was a while back. So, you two hungry? I know this cafe not far from here...

...

Oh, hey again guys. Who's your friend?

Oh, she's with the church? Cool. So what's...

Look, lady, just because I have red eyes and I'm five thousand years old- maybe I'm not making a good case for myself, let me try again-

Oh you did NOT just try to poke me with that thing!

...

Shiki, you have weird friends. I mean, this Nero dude over here is bad news, but he's saying he knows you too-

Son of a bitch, I KNEW he looked a little too much like a child molester!

Okay, this shit's just getting too weird. I'm going to shut up and just throw swords at this guy until he stops being a problem.

What do you mean, how many? All of the swords. Literally all of them, ever. At least the ones that aren't sold to mall ninjas.

... what do you mean there's still more going on.

God, I hate Japan. No offense, Shiki, you're still cool.