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

[blutsauger]

Like I said at the trial, I'm not too surprised that some of them would suspect me or want me dead, I just didn't expect it to actually matter. Ah, well.

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.

[perfeccion]

Mmm. Yes. [he seems like he might want to say something else for a moment, then he just takes a few more sips of tea instead] Do you have any other questions that I might be able to answer?

[blutsauger]

Hmm...

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.

[perfeccion]

Well... I knew a murder was supposed to occur on Thursday -- though technically it was the wee hours of Friday, wasn't it? I was... well. Honestly I was just being nosy. I explored until I found that ball of silk in the courtyard, and the rest was history. [mention of the towel makes him laugh] Oh...! You will never believe it... but young Mr. Schwarzer was trying to... ahem.... cover himself with it. [he giggles behind his hand at the memory] You see, his lower body transformed into a spider's abdomen, and I suppose he thought.... Well. He didn't seem to be familiar with his own anatomy.

[blutsauger]

Ah, cat killed the curiosity, ja?

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.

[perfeccion]

[he steeples his fingers and chuckles to himself] I may have been the one killed in the end, but I think I made a lasting impression. But our young spider friend is really going to have to step up his game if he desires to kill someone who actually cares about staying alive. But no. The towel was not mine. I was fully dressed for the weather.