foundationmods (
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]

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YIKES
definitely going to join Yoshi in hauling ass because she does not have a weapon to defend herself nor is she an innate fighter. Bye oilfriend, she's outtie!! ]
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Though the oilbeast doesn't seem to slow down, following them as they run - and even sticking to the walls, running up to stop them before they reach the top.
Hm.]
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Medic pulls out his Ubersaw instinctively at the scream, rushing from the greenhouse to the source of the yelling. Once he actually sees the Oilbeast, though, he looks at his Ubersaw and sheathes it- stabbing probably won't do anything.
The Syringe Gun, maybe- he pulls it out and aims at the Oilbeast. He doesn't shoot yet, though.]
Leave the children alone, bitte.
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And then it
uh
It sounds like a cat being mad you took it's shit.]
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Uh.]
Is this about the hairclips?
[Ahahaha.........]
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[you kids were left unsupervised for like 5 minutes]
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[But he'll go ahead and toss them to the oilcat please stop meowing like that.]
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[He's not even mad he's just confused now]
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There's a pause, and then it goes back to being invisible, padding along the walls and heading back to it's room.
Good job, yoshi!]
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I, ahah, apologize for that misunderstanding there. I hope you're not too upset with the boy, ja?
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Happy to hear it, my friend. Have a good day!
[From now on, Medic will try to spend a bit more time around the greenhouse, and water the spider lilies when he sees they need it.]
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[And yay, oilcat appeased.]
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If you're going to steal, at least make it worth the effort!
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[No his logic is dumb he's dumb.]
Anyway, we still need to go to the storage room!
[ONWARDS??]
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[ BRACE YOURSELF FOR A KARATE CHOP ONTO THE HEAD, YOSHI ]
We're not stealing shit from the rooms ever again. Next time, just take a photo.
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[Owww.]
Okay, no more taking key items, got it!
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[ She sighs, a little melodramatically. ] Anyway, let's go.
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[HE'S NOT MADE FOR THIS RUNNING BUSINESS. But off we go!]
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[ guess who is also not made for running?? ANYWAY, ONWARDS ]
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[ BECAUSE SHE SURE DOESN'T ]
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It's getting closer.]
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the true trauma of the week was almost getting double killed by an oil cat, apparently ]