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]

... That sounds a lot like you, yeah. Hopefully that does mean you'll be able to keep them all.

[dereban]

I would like to.

I'm not putting them in the report, though.

[messianic]

Yeah, I wouldn't either.

[fuck the foundation]

They're getting a barebones report from me.

[dereban]

I'm probably going to write two reports. One for ourselves and one for them.

[ Guess which one will have more details. ]

[messianic]

Mind if I get a copy of the first one too? I feel like there's a lot I still don't understand, even after all of this.

[dereban]

I definitely don't mind at all. I'll send copies to everyone in our group that wants it. And probably the other group - the Camp group - if we run into them.

[messianic]

Thanks. You're always such a bit help, Inaba-san.

[THUMBS UP.]

[dereban]

With this much. . . I try. It's the least I could have done.