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.]

Comments

[perfeccion]

It's alright... honestly, finding three anomalous entities here like this was a extra boon, anyway. If I lose one, well... you can't really lose something you never had.

[still seeing the mafia monsters as resources, here...]

... Ah? Is that so? The explosion would have taken out your souls as well? Well, it's a good thing Kurosaki is so quick.

[messianic]

Yeah, I guess so...

I feel pretty lucky, honestly. It sounds like the Jorogumo had to kill either way this week, so I guess... at least it was me and not someone else...?

[A beat, and he frowns.]

That sounds a lot more self-deprecating than I mean it.

[perfeccion]

Arisato. I've been dealing with Nanase for the past few weeks. You can't possibly be more self-deprecating than him. Relax.

... I'm more concerned about what's going to happen with the trial. Will there be one? Will they still be forced to choose someone? The Resort's illness is only getting worse. I wouldn't be surprised if we saw the equivalent of seizure activity, soon.

[messianic]

[... Mmmmm.]

"Seizure activity"...? I don't think it'll go well, but... what do you mean by that, exactly?

[perfeccion]

Well, the Staff are already acting very strange, yes? I believe it's a manifestation of the Outsider's presence in the Resort's brain... I've been doing some reading on brain tumors and central nervous system cysticercosis. Initial symptoms include things like... personality changes and mood disorders. [an all too casual hair-flip] Seizures often follow. Seizures are like... storms of uncontrolled electrical activity. Who knows what sort of effects that would have on the Staff and on the composition of the Resort itself.

[messianic]

[... MMMMM.]

That definitely sounds bad in all possible ways.

... We need this to end soon, don't we? Somehow... if we want everyone to get out of here.

[perfeccion]

It is bad. Quite dire, actually. [He's trying to stay positive...]

We need the Resort back in fighting condition, so to speak. Or we may be stranded in this void forever.

[messianic]

... [A soft sigh.]

So we need to get the Outsider out of there... and proceed from there.

But first, we have to survive the trial tomorrow.

[And by "we" he means them.]

[perfeccion]

We do. I plan on speaking with him when it's... not so early.

[yawn. Szayel hates being out of bed without being totally put together! He only had time to comb his hair and brush his teeth. No makeup or anything...]

... I wish I knew who the important people to survive were. That would make all of this so much less stressful. I can feel the wrinkles....

[messianic]

[... Yeah. It's a horrible hour right now. He hates it!!]

Yeah...

[His brow furrows.]

I don't know... I feel like maybe that's taking it a bit too literally. I don't have any reasons, it just seems...

[Impossible? So impossible to know who needs to survive.]

[perfeccion]

I don't like it either, but it's the only clue we've got. So I suppose we should keep as many people as possible alive...

[messianic]

That's...probably the best we can do, right?

[He grimaces a little, and shakes his head. And then a bow of his head.]

... Well. Either way... thanks for supporting us this whole time. I did want to say that--no matter what, you've done everything you can for all of us, and I appreciate it.

[perfeccion]

It's all we can do.

[....??? eh??? He seems a bit... flustered?? by that??]

I... um... Well... you're welcome?

[messianic]

Mm, I just wanted to say that.

[Minato won't linger, though, or poke at that flustered expression.]

I'll do my best too, in anything we can do. I want to help everyone here too. So if there's anything at any point that I can do... just let me know.

[perfeccion]

[he does not understand you people at all. He betrayed your trust, all of you. So why...?]

Mmm. Er. [he clears his throat] ... Indeed. I'll keep you updated.