Round 4 graveyard

[foundationmods]

[When your character dies, however that may be, they will feel themselves floating. For a moment or two they will linger at the site of their death, hovering just above everyone, watching.

Then they will feel a pull and they will get tugged all the way to the studio, through a wall, through the hall, through a door.

The place they end up in looks to be a backstage area. There is an area for storing supplies, a coat rack full of empty prinny costumes, a lounge area, and a place to rest. All of these areas are marked by a green border between the described rooms and the doors that go elsewhere. You will see prinnies come and go, hurrying around as they do their work for the day. But within those borders, some of the prinnies will take off their suits, revealing the human souls within. Men, women, old, young, there is a large mix. They are all very dead, though, and seem used to being dead.

And among all of the dead is one living girl, one who seems to be running the show behind the set. She can be found giving instructions to prinnies and telling them where to put things, but she will always take time to give everyone who arrives the same warning:]

Hi there! I'm Marona, and this is the backstage area. There's a lot to do yet, so if you could help us out I would really appreciate it.

All the areas with the green on the floor are safe to be in as ghosts. Your souls won't get pulled away as long as you stay in the safe areas. If you want to go outside of there, though, you have to put on a prinny suit. And if you do that, you have to follow the rules of the prinnies: no killing anyone, follow the orders you're given by the living, and try not to blow up too much.

If you have any questions, I'll be here! But you can come and go as you like. Just don't give Mr. Dazai too much trouble, okay?

Comments

[merirut]

[It's a novelty in some ways, this thing about death. As a primal beast fated to be immortal, he's used to the idea of falling into a deep repose the moment his body is damaged beyond repair. Even if it hasn't happened to him yet in two thousand years and even if he knows the rules are different here, there's a part of him that's expecting pitch-black oblivion instead of this set-up. White wings blink out of existence when he confirms their undamaged state and a hand goes to his neck as he continues to stand there, lost in thought.]

How ironic...

[He's not really moving or doing anything at the moment, so feel free to bother him or yell at him or something.

And then sometime later, he'll be wandering off to wherever they take the corpses, standing in front of his own body. He crouches to strip off all the armor and a large, violet sword manifests directly beside him, tip pointed at the torso.

...It's honestly not a pretty sight to watch, but after about ten minutes of investigating his own body, he stands back up, looking disconcerted.]

It's not there...

[arraignments]

[ He's quiet, hanging back from Sandalphon for a while... ]

What isn't there?

[merirut]

My core. [He's just about to leave it at that, but. Even he gets how terrible that description is.] I suppose you could consider it comparable to a vital organ, like your heart or brain.