Welcome to Dead

[strangerpeople]

[You Are Dead.


Your last thoughts before the finishing blow may differ as well as if you had felt any pain or not. Let's be real, folks have been extra in the mansion so it's more than likely some crazy way to go. What can you do about that? But if you were thinking that death involves going to a place filled with fire and brimstone or a place filled with fluffy clouds and golden gates...sorry to disappoint.

When you wake up, the first thing you will notice is how cold you feel. Whatever you were wearing before, it will not protect you against the snow and wind. Nothing was taken from you but you cannot help but feel for some reason, it feels like your privacy was violated. But that's small potatoes compared to where you happen to wake up: a hole in the ground. Just a typical average sized human sized hole, no big deal.

Once you get out from your 'comfy' hole, you will see markers by each hole...best not to think about those and focus on finding shelter for now. You might want to be aware of that massive tornado that can be seen from your wake up points. Try NOT to leave by swimming into the water behind said points.

Better hurry.]




(OOC: Map for reference.)

Comments

[icanhearscreams]

Usually we cremate people in Japan. There's not enough room for burials unless you're really important. But I was adopted, so I don't know what family grave they'll put me in.

[notadinosnack]

I'd hope it would be whichever one you feel is your family. Either way I'm sure there were many who came and mourned, especially if you saved your world.

[icanhearscreams]

... I don't think so. A lot of us weren't really known. Once the army figured out what was going on we were kept on base. We couldn't travel without a guard. ... A few of us were killed before our battles. And even if they got the video of my battle back, I don't know if they would have shown it yet.

As for family... the man who raised me might claim my remains. He wasn't my father, though. I don't really... have any real surviving family.

[notadinosnack]

Does it really matter if he's not your father? My daughter isn't mine. I found her alone on a deserted island and was the first human she had even seen. Doesn't change the fact that I consider her my daughter and would be devastated if something happened to her. She's actually only a bit younger than you.

[icanhearscreams]

... He never told me I was adopted. He lied to me.

[notadinosnack]

I'd like to offer you something about why he may have done that, but Ricotta was old enough to understand I wasn't her real father. I just can't see a parent who actually cares intending to hurt their child with a lie.

But I did tell Arthur that if he figures out some way to fix things in my world to make sure not to tell her what I did. No matter how good my reasons were, I can't see it helping her to know what really happened.

[icanhearscreams]

... He never treated me like I was his son. He... I guess he tried, but he just was as distant to me as if I was one of his students. I guess that makes sense... my birth mother was one of his students. I don't know if he was hoping she'd one day show up and take me off his hands.

[notadinosnack]

I think I get it. He just made sure your basic needs were met, but didn't show you the warmth and affection that a parent would give unconditionally.

You're a good kid, and you deserved parents who could give you more.

[icanhearscreams]

... I don't know. Maybe. I guess it's too late, now.

[He gets up and sighs, shaking his head.]

We should probably keep looking. I haven't found any feathers at all. I know my hallucinations are bad...

[But there's a hesitant tone in his voice.]

[notadinosnack]

Yeah, I only found one, but it helped a lot. [But he picks up on that hesitance.] Is there some reason you'd not want them to go away? I did because I kept seeing everything fade into nothing.

[icanhearscreams]

... I don't want to forget what they looked like. If we're here for a long time...

[notadinosnack]

I admit, I much prefer writing down the things I don't want to forget in a journal. But ask yourself this: do you think they'd want to be remembered as figments of your imagination?

[icanhearscreams]

... No. I guess not.

[He's just afraid of what being alone might mean.]

[notadinosnack]

Of course everyone wants to be remembered, but not at the expense of your sanity. Being trapped in a place like this is going to be hard enough, but you got the rest of us at least. If you ever want to talk about them, I'll listen.

[icanhearscreams]

I... thanks.

[He starts walking, scooting around the tornado and towards the direction of the western broken relay.]

SUCCESS

[strangerpeople]

[It took many times to search and come up empty handed...but not this time.

While searching around the broken relay, Jun will find a pure white feather.]

[notadinosnack]

[So Thanatos will also take a look on that broken relay and see if two eyes may be able to spot another.]

[icanhearscreams]

[Meanwhile Jun's just looking at that feather, trying to figure out how to activate it.]

[Magic is dumb.]

[notadinosnack]

Here, I can show you what was done with me. Can you hand me the feather?

[icanhearscreams]

[He nods and hands it over, blinking in confusion.]

[notadinosnack]

[Thanatos will go ahead and take the feather Jun just handed him and press it against the boy's shoulder just like Maka did with him.

So does it work?]

SUCCESS

[strangerpeople]

[On the broken relay is a pure white feather.]