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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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[Hnrnghghh.]
Isn't that blunt for a codename?
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(What matters is that no one knows my true name or identity.)
Yes, yes, of course.
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Spy is his name. He's not comfortable going by any other. Calling him by something different, even if it is the name he was born with- well. That name is no longer his, ja?
(I would appreciate you not speaking as though I am no longer present, Doctor.)
[There is a faint smile on his face, though.]
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Spy it is.
[He sort of...pats himself down.]
A smoker, Spy?
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[Medic rolls his eyes, taking the cue and pulling the box out.]
Yes, I am a glorified cigarette dispenser now. You know, I still haven't figured out how you're able to smoke in your current position- or how it might reflect on my lungs.
(Your ghostly, undead lungs. What a shame.)
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Mind sharing? I left mine in my other body.
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(Ah, yes, the... cigarettes in your stomach... thing.)
Yes! Isn't it wonderful?
[Spy grimaces, but doesn't say anything. It looks like he's trying to forget that "trait" of Snake's.]
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What, you've never smuggled anything in your stomach before?
[Some spy you are.]
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It's true! I helped design those teeth myself. If you ever need the world's tiniest cellphone, check the 2nd molar on the right.
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[A drag of his cigarette.]
Mind if I take a look?
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In his own way.
(Yes, fine. Though I doubt the phone will work. It's the bottom one.)
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[Feels kind of weird to be spoken behind his back...literally right in front of him.
Still, Snake pokes around Spy's mouth to find it.]
It's like something out of a movie.
[Said with an appreciative hnrrghhh. It's...pretty cool, actually.
He gets out of the way, giving Spy and Medic some space.]
It's all nano tech nowadays. Don't know what they're putting in you, half the time.
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[Spy's mouth is just a fucking storage space full of false teeth holding various items. We've got tiny food, tiny wine, tiny knives, tiny cyanide capsules, the works. Snake just has to gently pry a tooth free and pop the top open to look at the contents of just about any tooth.
The phone is extremely difficult to use with normal-sized hands, and has no signal. It also looks like this.]
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...You were always there?
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And I could shove him back into my body if he tried to do something foolish like listen in on other people's personal information.
(... That as well.)