GRAVEYARD

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[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.]

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[perfeccion]

[ Szayel will find Rean in the lobby. In his hands he has a few vials full of.... stuff. Tissue? Hmmm]

What a mess you boys made.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He's honestly too distracted by Szayel himself to pay any real mind to what he's holding at the moment. If he knew, though... For now, though, he looks appropriately ashamed at the reprimand(?).]

S-sorry about that. [...Wait, that's not what he should be apologizing for.] Um... about that night...

[perfeccion]

[well, it WAS an unholy mess, and nothing was salvageable... Except a tiny bit of webbing from what was left of Rean's lungs, and plenty of macerated tissue for DNA testing. Alas!]

Hm? Oh. I thought we determined that was water under the bridge, young man. What do you remember?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He probably should've known that Szayel would react this way considering how he was on murdernight, but that doesn't really keep him from feeling some guilt over the whole thing. As he listens, he lets out a breath he doesn't realize he's holding.]

...Everything, actually. It wasn't like possession -- at least, not like what they have in the stories. It's like my perception was warped so that I thought I was the Jorogumo.

[perfeccion]

Is that so? ... Well. That does seem consistent. It was like... taking on a new identity based on your conception of spiders. I wonder, then, if the spider itself isn't actually sapient. [he tilts his head and grins a bit] Though, I suspected the possession was not quite the same when I looked back and realized the "Jorogumo" didn't know about its own sexual reproductive parts or ideal hunting strategies. Such things are instinctual and would have been known to a true spider.

[tl;dr he figured this was the case because you were so bad at being a spider, Rean]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He doesn't do anything more than furrow his brows at Szayel's reasoning. Maybe during in normal circumstances he would react more, but at this point... he's feeling too dead on the inside to do more than this.]

Maybe. I never talked with it or anything, so I can't deny the possibility. But... it still got that request from the resort and knew enough to act on it and from what I can tell of its memories, it seemed self-aware to some extent.

[perfeccion]

[Aww. You're no fun, Rean. But hey, dead inside?? Now your insides match your outsides :D]

... Ah, I looked upstairs, but... I am assuming the spider didn't make it.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Szayel can grab a rain check, he'll be here all week!! Unless he double dies, anyways.]

Probably not. It was in my lungs the whole time, so I'd be surprised if it managed to make it out of there somehow. [But okay, now he'll notice the vials. Just gonna look between those and Szayel's face for a moment.]

Wait, were you--? [--collecting pieces of his corpse uh]

[perfeccion]

In your lungs? Well, I suppose that explains the symptoms. A strange place to take up residence, though.

... mm? Oh. Yes. [he shakes one of the vials, the contents red and wet and meaty and only slightly singed] I plan to run a DNA analysis on these, see how they differ from your DNA on file. I may be able to reverse engineer some of the Jorogumo's abilities. I would love to be able to make that silk!

[relentlesslyonwards]

I can't tell you much about the details, but it used some kind of webbing to control me.

[Hm. Yeah, that sure is some corpse bits huh. Mmmmmmmaybe he'll not look too closely at that.]

I'm not really sure how to feel about you picking through my remains, but if you need any help with anything, I'm around.

[perfeccion]

Interesting... I would have liked to have captured it and experimented with it, but... alas...

[he puts them away at least]

Come now, Mr. Schwarzer. It's just meat.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well, for my part, I'm just glad it's gone.

[And while he doesn't have any particular affection for the Jorogumo, he also thinks it's more fortunate for it to have died rather than to have landed in Szayel's hands. Not that he's going to voice that tidbit.]

I guess? But it's still pretty surreal to know that someone was shopping around for bits of my body or something. Especially with the state it's in.