A Reckoning...

[strangerpeople]

[You are dead.

Where you awaken is not of your cabin on the train but rather firm earth, the skies above you being nothing but an inky blackness as for as you can see. And yet throughout the darkness, you are surrounded by soft lighting and peculiar music playing all around you. When your senses become less muddled, you will notice that the music playing is upbeat and joyful almost. But let's face it, you are probably thinking this is some sort of creepy hell that you got yourself into after biting the bullet.

It all depends if you find circuses to be such a place because that is where you find yourself. The setting feels more antique than what you may assume a circus to look like, more Victorian themed than what one can be called. First the sound picks up and then you can smell something delectable in the air, catching popped corn and fried sweets and maybe something to drink? It's more than likely here.

Going down the main way, you can see some classic carnival games such as skee ball, ring toss, balloon popping if you are inclined to try and take your mind of the fact that you didn't have a choice in coming here. But despite the joyous air of the circus, there are not many people here that can help you out...or are there?


Lost souls just like yourself who met with the same horrible fate...perhaps an accord can be struck. After all, it looks like you will be here for awhile.]


((OOC: Map for reference.))

Comments

[zackthekiller]

Urgh...

[Zack clutches his head in his hands as he pulls himself off the ground, slowly getting his bearings... Hey. Is that... Carnival music?

He glances around. Yep. That sure looks like a carnival surrounded by islands in the middle of literal nothing...]

... GOD! DAMNIT! [He's dead. Again.] I knew I shouldn't have listened to that sword carrying bitch... [Grrr...]

[icanhearscreams]

Welcome to being dead. Over there you have some islands, over here you have a carnival. All the food tastes like sand and some of us have been here a long time.

['Sup.]

[zackthekiller]

[Who the fuck...]

Gee, thanks! [Zack is not in the mood for this shit.] Anything else we need to know? Like, are we having our energy drained to keep this carnival up or something?

[icanhearscreams]

[He steps back, his face going pale. He shakes for a moment before taking a few deep breaths.]

N... no. Not here. That's... something else, but from home...

[zackthekiller]

Oh... Shit.

[Well, he wasn't expecting that. At all. Now he kind of feels bad.]

Sorry, I think that must have happened the last time I died. Not that I remember it clearly...

[icanhearscreams]

... You've died before this, too?

[zackthekiller]

... Yeah... In Magical Girl Hell? Some backstabbing bitch managed to stick me to the wall with my own scythe?

[He thinks he's putting two and two together...] Wait, you know of this fucked up disaster city called Town A where a bunch of people got turned into magical girls and told to kill eachother?

[icanhearscreams]

No, but someone here mentioned that place. This was when I was - well. Piloting a giant robot, but you could only pilot it once before you died since it used your life energy to move it.

[7_0_7]

Wow! No one told me there was a mummy on that train!

[whether or not he is being serious. clearly he's impressed with this guy's appearance, right.]

[zackthekiller]

[WOW, glasses guy. Thanks for noticing-]

Shaddup! [Yeah, Zack clearly isn't in the mood for this sort of thing.]

[7_0_7]

Don't hate me for my sense of wonder! We're all stuck here together anyway. It gets old!

[He kind of looks like this when he protests, though the tears are an exaggeration.]

[zackthekiller]

[Zack doesn't appreciate the dramatic whining, thanks.]

Yeah, yeah. Cut the crocodile tears and give me an update or something! Anything pop up on our end that could be useful?

[telecosmetic]

Zack? [This time, Eliza's reaction is more of shock and confusion. She doesn't run towards Zack to embrace him this time, but she does approach with some speed, ready to wrap her arms around him anyways.] What-what happened?

[zackthekiller]

[Well... He doesn't really remember how they reunited last time. Wrap away.]

.... Urgh... Fucking shitty week, that's what! Ended with me getting into a fight with little miss dragon lady over there!

[Pointing at Tali.]

[telecosmetic]

[Yeah, okay, it's hug time. With far less tackling and knocking over this time.] She killed you? Were-were the hostages in danger again?

[zackthekiller]

[Hugs accepted. Witha huge sigh.]

Yeah, no. This time it was some kind of ticket to see the fucking queen or some dumb bullshit... [Grumble grumble...]

[telecosmetic]

And she killed you for that?

[zackthekiller]

Yep! Literally wanted to fight me for it.

[telecosmetic]

Really? Did-did you accept that?

[bendwiththewind]

And so we meet again.

[Oh hey, it's this bitch again.]

1/2

[zackthekiller]

[It sure is.]

Hey...

[He gets up and walks over...]

2/2

[zackthekiller]

[... Close enough to whack her upside the head with his hand.]

That's for throwing a boot at me the last time, bitch!

[bendwiththewind]

[She makes an oof noise and simply stares at the mummy man before her. There's no malice, no thoughts of HOW DARE YOU coming to mind.

However, it's replaced by her giving Zack a backhanded slap across the face. There's enough force to make him fall to the ground so the saying 'talk shit get hit' applies.]

Be grateful it was only one.

[zackthekiller]

[He doesn't fall, per se, but he does stumble back a few steps.]

URGH. [He holds his cheek, bearing his teeth at her...

... No point in killing if she's already dead. That's one thing holding him back.]

[bendwiththewind]

Do you desire to be treated as a dog? I can do so if you wish.

[The look in her eyes are not lying to him.]