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

[messianic]

[... Well.]

What do we really have to lose? I don't know that there's much of a limit at this point.

[dereban]

I would like to keep whatever little left I have of my dignity.

[ It's very small, but it still exists! ]

[messianic]

[Contentedly:]

You can retain your dignity. I'm pretty sure mine is gone at this point, so I'll roll with the crazier plans.

[dereban]

[ She places a hand on his shoulder in overexaggerated relief. ]

And this is why we're friends.

[messianic]

I'll take that.

[He seems pretty okay with it, honestly.]

[dereban]

You really are so carefree, aren't you?

[messianic]

I try not to worry too much about the small things.

[Or big things.

Or most in between things.]

[dereban]

The complete opposite of me.

[messianic]

People like you balance out people like me... who might be a bit too lackadaisical sometimes.

[dereban]

"Balance", huh. . . I guess that's good? Probably.

[messianic]

It's definitely good.

We can balance out each other--that's what good friends do.

[dereban]

Guess so. By the way, you don't mind if I swap to using your first name in that case, do you?

[messianic]

Not at all.

[Minato just shrugs a little, expression content. He's glad, honestly, that Inaba is up for this.]

You can call me Minato if you want. ... Do you want me to stick with Inaba-san, or change it up? [Minato is a polite boy.]

[dereban]

[ She's asking him because he's polite, otherwise she honestly would just jump right to it. ]

I'm. . . kind of curious as to what you'd even use but anything that's a variation of my last name is fine, Minato.

[messianic]

I'm honestly not very good with nicknames.

[Ruefully:]

I guess I'll just stick with Inaba-san then.

[dereban]

That's fair. I'm not a nickname kind of person, either.

[ That's more of Iori's thing, or Cinque's, really. ] And that's perfectly fine.