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

[thejusticewagon]

[okay. She’ll take a deep breath as she takes up her spear....]

Alright, I won’t say I know anything about science and what white blood cells are... but I’m fighting so my friends can have a future and so we can change things for the better! If you agree with that, we can just kind of nod and go our separate ways. But if you’re gonna stand in our way... well, Cell Smiting Cynthia is gonna put the hurt on you!

[she proceeds to strike a SWEET POSE.]

[duskhound]

[...Umm...??? So Cynthis was like that too? But let's... try to explain white blood cells.]

...The quick explanation is that they think we're trying to hurt the resort, and will fight to the death to protect it. They probably can't be convinced we're not here to hurt it, though.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, that’s a shame. I figured it was worth saying something in case I could maybe get through to them, though... it’s not like it actually hurts to try!

[duskhound]

That's true, yeah... It would be nice if it worked, at least.

[thejusticewagon]

So fingers crossed, maybe...!

[duskhound]

Maybe, but... As far as I can tell, they don't actually speak a human language. They probably make use of some other sense to communicate as well... scent, maybe? I'm not sure there's a good way to make a "we're here to help" smell, though...

[thejusticewagon]

Do you think maybe they would understand interpretive dance...?

[perfeccion]

You do realize they can't understand what you say, yes? And it's not like the Lady could control them anyway, no more than you can control your own immune system! It's all very automated.

[thejusticewagon]

...w-well, it was worth a shot! Besides, saying something cool helps me get pumped up.

[perfeccion]

[Well

that gives him a chuckle at least]

Whatever gets you motivated, my dear. Show them what for, hm?

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah, I’m gonna show them all the what for!

[AND OFF SHE GOES.]