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

[maskarang]

I've heard some of the stories. [ Not that many because he wasn't involved, but, y'know, some. The mention of the potion gets his brows to furrow, though. ] Another of those strange potions? No matter what it is, I may not be the best candidate for it. Give it to someone else.

[relentlesslyonwards]

Well... if everyone's working together and sticking close, I think it'd actually make it pretty tough to use. If anything, it seems more like it's suited for someone like you.

[maskarang]

... An odious pitch. Very well, if you insist then I won't decline twice. Give it here. [ He's just. Assuming Rean has everyone's best interests at heart...? He isn't going to drop dead if he ever uses the potion, is he. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

Haha, sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound that way, honest. But alright, here.

[Just hands the potion over to Gerome. He probs won't drop dead?? Not unless he really hoses it up...]

It's probably best used if you're ever surrounded, but it doesn't last long, so be careful.

[maskarang]

[ Reassuring, Rean. He takes the potion and pockets it for later use. ]

Understood. [ A beat. ] And thank you.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Look... he can't predict every situation where it might be used, so the disclaimer helps cover his ass. Or it would, if this meta was in any way representative of what he was actually thinking, but details.]

No problem. It's better to pass it on to someone who could make use of it anyways.