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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.]
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...T...Thanks? I think? Not that I did much to protect them, since, as you said, they seem to be dying regardless.
[Then, to Medic in a sotto voice--]
Who the hell was that
cw: brief mention of nazism
(Right! Sorry, Lieutenant Ripley!)
[He's still a bit too loud. It's fine.]
Ahahh... Ripley, this is Soldier. Soldier, this is Ripley. Soldier is one of my teammates. We met in Germany-]
(Working together to kill Nazi scum- that's the kind of bond you can't break! The strongest bond imaginable! Except me being physically bonded to your midsection! This is possibly a stronger bond, comparatively!)
[Medic pats Soldier on the head, fondly.]
Yes, those were the days, ja? And then we worked together as mercenaries in the gravel wars...
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[Ripley crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow.]
Well, good for you guys. [Sounds genuine! She winces a little.] Uh, if you don't mind, it's--uh, kind of weird to see these heads popping out of your chest. Doesn't jive. With me. If you get what I'm saying.
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Ah- Jane, that may need to wait for a bit. Do you mind returning for the time being?
(Awww- doc, please! You never let me talk to people! Or that raccoon!)
Maybe later, my friend.
[Medic geeeently pushes Soldier's face back into his body, then offers an apologetic grin towards Ripley.]
His... natural exuberance is refreshing, at times, but it does get to be a bit much. When I talked with that raccoon- Spice Block- I had to physically restrain him from popping out to say hello. Soldier loves raccoons, after all.
... I'm sorry about the chest thing.
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[Because having raccoons as pets is a big no-no. Ripley shakes her head.]
No, no, it's fine, it's just...y'know. The alien things I told you about. Literally anywhere else besides your chest is okay.
[...]
Wait, the raccoon's name is Spice Block?
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If it helps, some of them protrude from my arms or shoulders instead.
Ah, yes. He was named by the ones involved in that camp incident- he was present for it.
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Th...The raccoon. Was present for the camp incident. [...] How the hell did it get all the way over here?
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Apparently? It's his job. He and the moose are supposed to watch us as we struggle under the Foundation's thumb in these events, but the reason why is confidential- he couldn't tell me.
He said he found it difficult to find his way here, because of this resort's odd properties. Took him a few weeks.
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[A pause. She freezes as a though settles into her mind.]
...Oh, fuck. Shit. I told, uh, that dog god I would meet with him after we escaped. I don't even know if I'm going to be able to get out of here. Like, no offense, but...how the hell do we know the thing to give us new bodies will work?
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And trust me- even if Szayel fails somehow, I will succeed. Bodies are my area of expertise, after all.
[He has self confidence when it comes to things like this]
And we will escape here. Somehow or another.
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[She grimaces, but she seems to perk up a little bit at the fact Medic can make his own specifications.]
To be honest, I don't know how much I trust Szayel with...that. If it's alright, I'd like to discuss some other specifications that I'm not particularly comfortable talking about around him. Later, though.
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Trust me- I'll do everything I can to make sure your body is exactly the way you want it. Don't worry about him. I have quite a few specifications for my own, after all. I love every scar and "imperfection" on my body- I'd rather not lose a single one.
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[Ripley gives Medic a nod, looking slightly more relaxed. Solidarity!]
....You know, if Phil ever caught wind of this, he'd probably ask you to make him buffer.
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Oh, I hate that you're not wrong about that. No, I like him just as he is.