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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
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.]
mild emeto mention
Listen, it's been a long month--I completely forgot about your voice until I straight up fucking died!
[save her]
God, don't make me laugh too hard--I still feel like I'm going to puke up all my blood.
even milder emeto mention
[Medic is trying so hard to stop giggling. The puking comment at least gets him to pause.]
Ok, yes, don't do that- though you shouldn't still be injured as a ghost. By the way, your bullet wound will be healed. [Casually jazz-hands.] Ta-daaaa.
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[She flexes her right arm--sure enough, it's perfectly fine. She removes the bandage that somehow carried over from when she died. The nausea is subsiding, but every time she thinks about having been stabbed, it flares up again.]
Christ. I didn't think this is what they meant by phantom pain. It's just--super weird. [...] You know, normally I'd be more upset about dying, but...it feels...cathartic? Is that weird? I don't know.
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... Hm.
You know, when we get our bodies back? I will be doing everything in my power to punish this Foundation for what they've done to us. To you. To Phil.
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Believe me, I'll be right behind you. I've had enough of this bullshit for one goddamn lifetime, but two? I'm all for, like, science or whatever but fuck people if they think that 'containing' these things is good for humanity's sake at the expense of all who work under them.
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If I'm unlucky- well. I'm pretty good at surviving on the run! And if my Medigun starts working again when we get out of here, the Ubercharge can work wonders to keep us alive.
... Ah, unless you still want it removed.
[Medic is also refusing to think of the possibility of them NOT getting out of here and surviving.]
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[Despite everything, she trusts Medic with regards to...y'know, not making her die. Die more? God, this is weird.]
I may not see my wife or daughter for now, or...ever. But I'll be damned if I let anyone else die at the hands of the Foundation while I can help it. I'm not letting anyone else suffer like we did.
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... I hope you know- getting your wife and daughter back to you is another thing on my list of things I need to do when we get out of here. I don't care what gods I have to get on the good side of, how many souls I need to borrow, what I have to build to bend the laws of reality again; I am not letting you all suffer further if I can help it.
[Medic can and will do anything for people once they earn his respect and love and trust. And "anything" is very broad when you're willing to go to Satan]
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[Ripley raises an eyebrow, looking vaguely alarmed. She places a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to...well. She really doesn't know, but she just wants him to calm down.]
Let's--Let's not take it that far, alright? I love Alex and Amanda--you know I do. And I would do anything to have them back, but...I don't think they would want us committing moral offenses for their sake.
...But I really do appreciate how much you care about me and my family. And I want you to know that, whatever family or friends you still have, I'll be willing to fight tooth and nail for them, as well.
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[Medic shakes his head, a faint grin on his face.]
I'll try not to go too far. But if we have to live in this world, then I'm going to do what I can to make it easier for you. I owe you that much.