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.]

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[tacticalespionageaction]

[A hnrnghghhh and a nod. He gets it.]

Spy it is.

[He sort of...pats himself down.]

A smoker, Spy?

[blutsauger]

(But of course. Ludwig has a pack of my preferred brand in his pocket for me.)

[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.)

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Hnrnghghh.]

Mind sharing? I left mine in my other body.

[blutsauger]

[Medic hands him a cigarette, and holds out the lighter for him. Spy's own cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.]

(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.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Thanks, Medic. Snake takes that and leans in to the lighter.]

What, you've never smuggled anything in your stomach before?

[Some spy you are.]

[blutsauger]

(I prefer smuggling things in my teeth, thank you.)

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.

[tacticalespionageaction]

The second molar, huh?

[A drag of his cigarette.]

Mind if I take a look?

[blutsauger]

(... Forward, isn't he?)

In his own way.

(Yes, fine. Though I doubt the phone will work. It's the bottom one.)

[tacticalespionageaction]

I can hear you, you know.

[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.

[blutsauger]

(Yes, it is quite awkward, isn't it? How do you think I've felt whenever Ludwig brought me up to someone in conversation?)

[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.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake fumbles with that brick of a phone, and then looks up at Spy.]

...You were always there?

[blutsauger]

(Not always. I may be a Spy, but I do know how to give someone privacy.)

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.)