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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[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.]
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The best we can really do is cause non-injurious distractions, I think.
[Another paper plane.]
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His back tentacles whip forward toward Akira, the red "fruits" growing and intertwining into a solid wall, only to be deflected again]
HnnnnrrrgggghhhhMMMMMRRRRGGGHHHHH.
[his best Snake impression]
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[He works on folding another sticky note. After a pause-]
I think you're scaring the child, by the way.
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He'll be fine.
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[NO REGRETS AT LAUGHING A LITTLE, even though he also has Zangetsu out at the ready - both of them.]
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flicks Ichigo on the head]
You have no room to laugh at me.
[if the tentacle doesn't immediately get cut off, he'll pull it back. Otherwise he'll just let it. He has zillions, anyway.
He is definitely not pouting, nope]
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Whatever.