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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[perfeccion]

Hm! I suppose that does make sense. So the drowning was... [he sighs] -- a very poor choice all around. [he shakes his head, taking a seat in an empty pew. He takes out his notebook and his purple pen and starts scribbling] Myself and Miss Ellie did try and do some tests on samples from the larval barghest, but in vitro certainly doesn't hold a candle to in vivo. [but, he was unwilling to sacrifice the pup for that] Now that we know for certain, I'm sure there's no way we can deliver that information to the living. [his grip tightens on the pen] ... frustrating.

So... the reason it was able to mimic you so effectively is... because it had access to your memories and thoughts? And you were more or less a prisoner in your own body?

[escardos]

Are you kidding me?! [ SZAYEL THAT'S THE MOST HORRIBLE THING YOU COULD SAY. flat looks absolutely distraught for maybe two seconds. to think that this would all be for naught--!! ]

Mm, yeah, it had access to all my memories and...sort of vice versa? Like a little bit. Like I think I know that Appy was this redhead? And that the Barghest tried to... you know.

[ he's not saying it nope no way no how ]

[perfeccion]

I'm afraid so. It seems some force is keeping us from providing information -- or direct aid -- to the living. Many times I have tried to tell them the identity of the Jorogumo... and even during the trial, I attempted to shield Akira from the Barghest's attack. [he sighs, put out] You are more than welcome to try to tell someone still living, though.

Ah. Yes. Before it took a host, when it attempted to... ahem... use Kurosaki as an incubator. [he chuckles and flips his hair] I don't think it expected his spiritual power to be so immense.

[escardos]

Oh, you know who it is? He's the only one I've had a hard time figuring out. The other one...the Doppelganger, I think I have an idea but I don't know if it's very good.

[ S I G H ]

Oh, but what about suggestions! Like "keep an eye on x person" or something? Maybe we can say that?

[perfeccion]

Of course! He didn't hide himself very well, that night. The Jorogumo is possessing Rean Schwarzer. Ah, but... it didn't seem like the Barghest... it seemed like.. he was more himself? Mmm, I suppose the whore spider might have a similar modus operandi as the Barghest, in regards to memory-sharing... But, wait -- are you saying you haven't actually... met? the other monsters?

[he is still so confused about how the rules of this game work. HE DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE SO COMPLICATED]

[another long-suffering sigh, and he shrugs] All you can do is try, dear Mr. Escardos.

[escardos]

Not in person, no! They all had an anonymous chat...they don't seem to be friends, actually, since none of them gave away who they were? I guess they could turn on each other or something...

[ flat thinks about it for a while ]

Maybe Rean was acting like himself because...uhm... [ this is too much for his dumb brain szayel ] ...well...kinda like when salt dissolves in water completely...? It looks like water but then you drink it and ew! It's salty water! Or...something like that.

[perfeccion]

[Szayel seems genuinely curious about that, and he writes quickly in his notebook] So the monsters don't even trust one another. Fascinating! And in these meetings, they decide who should be killed, and by whom?

[oh bless your little heart, Flat. He can basically see the gears grinding to a halt and then churning back to life, kind of] ... Don't hurt yourself.