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

[relentlesslyonwards]

Only 'half', huh. Well anyways, I figure that's one thing I'm good for. You're not really the first person to pull this sort of thing on me.

[Well, maybe not this specific example but.]

[dereban]

Don't say it like it's the only thing you're good for, Rean. You have a lot of good qualities.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Haha... sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound that way. I just meant it's something I'm kind of used to at this point.

[dereban]

. . . Do you get dragged a lot by your friends back home?

[relentlesslyonwards]

...Well, maybe less 'dragged' and more 'pulled along gently'?

[In other words: sort of.]

[dereban]

[ She's just going to pat his head. ]

There, there, it's okay, Rean.

[ Now she's 100% teasing. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He sighs gently, looking slightly embarrassed.]

At this rate, you're gonna steal my job from me...

[dereban]

There's no rules that say we both can't have the same job.