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.]

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[bladeisme]

[Honestly? While he wouldn't use the same terms, it sure is hard to try and defend these people who are currently getting stuck in all the fucking webbing.

He just - groans, shaking his head.]

I hope the people who find your body know what to do, instead of....this.

[perfeccion]

It's amazing. Isn't this the definition of insanity...? [his body, eh?] ....Hmmm... [Szayel casts his senses outward, toward the courtyard] --Ah, it seems Mrs. Ripley is out there. She's by far and away the most competent individual here, aside from myself. Calm under pressure, intelligent, thoughtful... It's going to get her targeted by the Mafia, of course.

[bladeisme]

...I'd hope she can live, but...you're probably right.

[He sighs.]

I'm going to go back to bed.

[perfeccion]

Mmm. [Szayel yawns in response, quite tired himself] I certainly need to catch up on my beautyrest myself... but I'm going to observe in the courtyard for a bit. Pleasant dreams, Kurosaki.