GRAVEYARD

[foundationmods]

[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

THIRD VOTE

[diesifkilled]

[Two votes sure wasn't enough, by the looks of it! Yay!

Shirou's not commenting on it because he's too busy staring at Snake's charred remains. In fact, it seems he's completely unaware of anything else at the moment.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Yeah he sure is looking at them too and he didn't really expect to have a PTSD episode upon death to be honest.]

[diesifkilled]

[PTSD high five!

Is not something Shirou would be suggesting even if he wasn't having flashbacks right now.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[They can just both sit here having flashbacks in solidarity it's fine.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley's actually really pissed and would normally be chewing Snake out, but he doesn't look like he's doing good. At all.

...

She decides to just sit next to him.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[It takes Snake a moment to register Ripley's even there, and when he does - he whips round to face her like an animal detecting a predator.

But...it's just Ripley. He calms, though only a little, and, with an unstable hand, reaches out for her.

He half expects his hand will just pass through.]

[xenoqueen]

[She's solid, alright! Ripley frowns as she gets poked on the arm.

...Actually, she can't just sit here and not speak--]

You realize when I said I wanted you to vote for me, that didn't mean also dying immediately afterwards?

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He'll just rest a hand on her. Keeps him grounded.]

You made a compelling point. [Hnrnrghhh] Didn't I tell you I'm not cut out to be a leader?

[xenoqueen]

[She sighs--she can't fault him for that. And any further argument would be useless, anyways. They're both dead.]

Well, let's hope at least one of the kids is cut out to be a leader. Or else our deaths will be meaningless.

[blutsauger]

[Medic isn't looking great here, either. It's not the burned body that concerns him- it's the person it once was.]

Snake-

[He clears his throat, pausing. Then:]

David. David, yes?

[Medic moves to stand in front of him, blocking Snake's view of his own body.]

It's- it's alright. You're still here.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[If hearing Medic's voice wasn't enough to snap him out of it, hearing his name certainly is.]

Medic...?

[Everything blends into vision, focus sharpening, he's back in the now...whatever that was.]

That's...really you?

[blutsauger]

Jawohl. Ludwig, if you prefer. Might as well.

Of course it's me. You did just die, after all. You foolish, foolish man...

[He looks tired. And sad. And concerned. But he holds Snake's shoulders in a tight grip.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake takes full advantage of Medic's height, and, as he grips his shoulders, he just leans into him. At first, hesitantly, then all at once.]

...It's good to see you.

[He exhales, trying to stabilize himself.]

Sorry about the circumstances.

[blutsauger]

[Good news, Medic is also taking full advantage of his height and kisses Snake on the forehead. He doesn't pull away afterward, instead holding Snake closer.]

It's... good to be seen, I suppose.

There's nothing to be done about it. Just don't die a second time.

Please.

[dereban]

[ It sure fucking wasn't!

And then Inaba notices that look and she immediately gets it and is just going to pull him into a hug even if he might wind up being unaware of that, too. ]

. . .You don't have to force yourself to watch anymore, Emiya.

[diesifkilled]

[It takes him a moment, but he does notice the hug eventually.]

Inaba...?

[It's not completely pulling him out of the memory, but it helps a little. After all, there had been no one there to hold him on that day.]

[dereban]

I'll let you go if you don't want me to, but. . . I don't like it when I see the people I care about get hurt like this. And more importantly, this is one of the only things I can do right now.

[diesifkilled]

...

Don't let go.

[It's okay to need the support, he tells himself. It's okay.

(He doesn't really believe that, of course. He doesn't deserve to be comforted when other people are hurting.)]

[dereban]

I won't.

[ She'll stay with him for as long as she needs it, because she knows the reasoning behind why he's acting like this. ]

Unless you want me to, I'm not going to let you go. It's fine.

[diesifkilled]

[He takes in a long inhale and just. Kind of leans against her a bit.]

...Thank you, Inaba.

[He's going to need a while.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Dying by immolation is nasty but that stare seems to be something else. Tentatively, he puts a hand on Shirou's shoulder.]

H-hey... you alright?

[diesifkilled]

[The touch brings him back to reality somewhat, but he still has a dazed look in his eyes when he glances back at Rean.]

What...?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He honestly hasn't dealt with PTSD episodes before, so he has no idea what he's doing, but.]

It's just that you looked a little out of it for a moment. I was thinking that maybe it'd be good if you just sat down or... something.

[diesifkilled]

[He blinks, not quite able to process the words.]

I... I don't...

[It's Rean in front of him, right? That means he's at the resort. And yet, the fire in his memory feels so much realer right now.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Damn. He feels like he's done something wrong, and he really isn't sure what to do, but...]

Come on.

[He'll try to gently turn Shirou around and slowly lead him over to a couch.]