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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
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[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.]
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.]
Immediately Post-Death, December 2nd
Medic watches his own body continue to convulse in the chair with rapt attention. It's not every day you see yourself die, after all! He does wince a bit at Phil's reaction- he'll have to check up on him again later- and finds himself thankful that Snake and Ripley chose to cover Archimedes. His bird may be used to death, but this was different.
All things considered, though, Medic's ok with this. It's not like he's dead for good, really- he's still a ghost, and he's definitely gonna hunt down Satan again and ask for his life back when he gets a chance. Majority share on his soul, after all.
Medic's just about to try tapping Phil on the shoulder when a voice stops him in his tracks.]
(Did you really have to chose such a violent method of execution?)
[. . . That voice is painfully familiar, and Medic looks around, both hopeful and concerned. He shouldn't be dead- that's not right- what's going on here?]
(Down here, doctor.)
What?
[Medic looks down at his chest.
Oh.
There's a fucking face pressed against the inside of his uniform. A horribly familiar one. Medic unbuttons his coat and stares down at the disembodied head of the Spy attached to his stomach.
Dimly, Medic remembers attaching Spy's soul there years ago. He hadn't been thinking too hard about it, at the time.]
Oh, dear God.
(No matter how much you may hate this, mon ami, I promise you- I hate it so much more.)
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but then he sees another face on Medic's torso, and just.
No.
No!!
He flings the tablet against Spy's face and leaves, hands raised in the air before he goes back to the lobby and screams incoherently on some couch cushions.]
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[Szayel appears from nearby, wearing not his stylish resort gear but something almost like a white version of what the young man had on. He picks up the tablet and hands it to the Medic] That was the Apprentice by the way. I’m sure he’ll come around.
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[As if on cue, another face pops out- this time from his shoulder.]
(Yeah, we ain't a big fan of it either, doc.)
[Hi Scout.]
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Anyway. Since Mr. Apprentice ran off like a coward, allow me to welcome to you ah, act 2 of this little dog and pony show. You'll notice that the stage for spirits is much the same... except for a few differences. [he jerks his thumb at the window -- what was once showing a bright, snowy scene now shows nothing but a black void] If you wish to continue interacting with the others, you have to use that tablet there. Ah, and we are-- mmm... completely and utterly cockblocked from revealing any information about the killers to the living. I suppose the Staff don't want us ruining their precious little game.
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Hush.
(And this one's worse.)
[Medic adjusts his glasses and gives Scout a Look[tm]. Scout grimaces back at him.]
Thank you for the help. I'm not surprised that we're barred from giving away too many hints.
(No cheatin' allowed in this fucked up game.)
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... Speaking of, what do you remember about your own death? I know we can't tell the living anything in that regard, but I'd like to know as much as I can for my own observations.
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[he heads down the stairs and gestures for the Medic to follow]
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(Psst. Doc. He's gonna fucking murder you down there.)
Scout.
(It's like that Casket of Monty-whatever, you're gonna go down there and he's gonna throw some bricks at ya and then lock you up in the walls. And then he'll get you drunk off your ass.)
I'm already dead, Scout. There's not much more he can do.
(He'll, like, double-kill you, I dunno!)
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The Jorogumo is Rean. Rean Schwarzer. He laid a trap for me out in the courtyard -- and it was perfectly terrible. He is terrible at this.
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Scout, go back into my body.
[Scout's face pouts, but he obeys and disappears without a trace.]
Hm. Does he have any memory of what happens when he changes into the Jorogumo form- or any influence at all over what happens?
What did happen there, exactly? I wasn't able to get a look at your body or the state that it was in, so I had to rely on hearsay.
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Oh, I think he was perfectly aware of what he was doing, and I strongly suspect he remembers it all. I didn't have a chance to get a very good look, but if I were to guess, it's more complete integration than it is a spider-beast wearing Mr. Schwarzer like a costume. Anyway. Are you familiar with the hunting technique of the bolas spider? Instead of constructing webs, these fascinating individuals create a sticky ball of silk and dangle it, then use it -- like a bolas! -- to capture prey.
I walked into it, and I was dragged from my feet and bundled in silk. [he shakes his head] Did you know, Medic? I simply love traps. Even my body is a trap.
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Spiders aren't exactly my area of expertise, but I think I've heard of them before. Quite clever, really.
... Your body?
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Yes indeed! You see, I am toxic, and full of microscopic parasites. [it must be the truth, because Szayel is almost beaming with pride as he speaks about it] Usually, any creature that would dare partake of my flesh would then become subject to my will -- a puppet, if you will, thanks to the parasites. However, it seems the Jorogumo was able to overcome my little pets. That's why I have a backup plan. The parasites are also what keeps my poison inactive -- without them, it ravages the body and causes fast, painful, and deadly organ failure! [he loses some of his spark and takes a sip of his tea] But that spider beast is tougher than anticipated. I'm afraid all I managed to do is give him the worst, but unfortunately nonfatal, food poisoning of his life.
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[Medic looks so fucking enthused. He takes a sip of his own tea before properly replying.]
Amazing, my friend- simply amazing. Is that a natural trait of yours, or one you developed yourself?
Hmm... Yes, I seem to remember him looking rather pale at the trial. I didn't think much of it, at the time. [He shakes his head.] Hindsight, as always...
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PRETTYCOOL AND NEAT] Natural! It was one of the things that got me through my infancy as a fairly weak Hollow. Though, I have improved it over the years with new DNA and spirit energy.[he stirs some honey into his tea and takes another sip] I'm afraid no one noticed he wasn't anywhere to be found on Friday. He spent it in the bathroom, exploding from both ends. [smile smile smile] But that's how the game is -- I am not surprised that the trial resulted in the death of an innocent. I am sorry, for the living, that it was you. [he laughs] They've truly managed to shoot themselves in the foot! That is why I fear that Mrs. Ripley may be targeted next -- her competence and level-head may prove to be her undoing.
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I hope you're wrong about that- she deserves to make it out of this place alive. Go home to her wife and not have to deal with this.
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What were you doing when you walked into the trap, anyway? I remember we were confused about the presence of the towel, among other things.
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So that was the relevance of the towel... We were all trying to figure out your movements that night based on that. Ah, well. Either way it wouldn't have helped.
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