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Nice to NEET you [OPEN]
1) Arrival | Casino
(Note: Limited first-come first-serve to 1 player introducing Kara to the idea of Executors/bringing him back to Limbo/etc, but anyone can respond just generally otherwise)
[Coming to to the realization that "hey, I'm dead actually" should be a much more upsetting revelation than it is. It's not a good thing to realize, no...but for reasons he can't explain, it feels less like a horrific coming to understanding and more...familiar. Expected.
What sense does that make, he wonders?
Unfortunately, it's a revelation he has entirely alone. He finds himself at a train station platform, just so happening to awaken a few minutes before the next train is due to arrive. With no understanding of what's happened to him or memory of anything else besides, he chooses to try to take the train to see if it will bring him to wherever he's meant to go next. Only...he isn't allowed to board it. Only "Executors", he's told, before the train leaves him with no other choice but to walk deeper into the layer, right into the heart of Avaritia itself.
It isn't long before he realizes that the afterlife has the same stupid stipulations as when he was alive, meaning his truest enemy is something he'll never escape: capitalism. With no money on his person and no ability or desire to make any, he's unable to buy food much less partake in the undeniable allure of the gambling nature of the layer. Memories or not though, he's still a Matsuno...]
N-n- non non non, you- you misunderstand! I have no malicious intent, I will pay you back! If you would be so generous as to allow me a few more coins to try aga- hhgk!-
[If you're able to suffer through the racaous noise of the pachinko machines, you might notice a strangely dressed man(???) being held up by the throat of his collar by a much burlier spectre, red in the face with anger. Whatever sort of deal this guy has made with him just to be able to taste the sweet nectre of gambling has certainly gone awry...as it tends to do when you lie about having luck that you simply don't.]
2) Bar
[By this point, "Second" has been brought up to speed as to what's going on here, more or less. And...he's still not sure it makes much sense to him really at all. Having gone from realizing he died to being throttled to becoming an Executor in a matter of hours has been more than a bit disorienting, but one thing he can at least be thankful for is the fact that he isn't alone. At least, not alone in the sense of true loneliness. These people are strangers to him in a technical sense, but they seem to be more aware of the situation than most others here. Strangely willing to help provide him with basic necessities, food, probably a little money so he isn't killed again...
He doesn't understand why the generosity fills him with such an intense feeling of loneliness, but it does. It's reflex, then, that brings him to one of the bars in the city. Not that he has enough money for even a single drink, but he can at least recall enjoying this particular vice as much as pachinko. Thus, he's here.
...sitting at the bar with a glass of water, pretending that it's something it isn't, like whiskey. Maybe nobody will call him out on it.]
3) City Streets
[As soon as Second leaves the bar, it's as if the entire bottom drops out of the sky.
People are left scurrying to get off the streets because as much as some don't even mind walking around in the light drizzle, this is way different. It's a deluge that basically requires you to be indoors, to which Second immediately attempts to do just that.
Only to remember that, right. He didn't leave, he got kicked out. Something something loitering without paying and annoying the customers by existing WHATEVER- there are more bars, he'll just have to find one that can tolerate him long enough for the rain to stop.
But a lack of memory of a lot of things does not change the awful way that he is, and within an hour every establishment down the street is disallowing his entry. By now he's so soaked through it doesn't really matter if he finds shelter or not. Still, it would beat standing out here miserable, so he pivots to look for somewhere else to go...only for one of his stupid boots to slip in a heavy puddle collecting near the gutters, sending him toppling chest-first onto the side of the street with a startled cry. And there he lays...a dirty, sad, broke little man that has already been kicked out of nearly every functioning business on the street because people can't stand him that much.
He turns his head to the side so he can huff a laugh to himself, his face half-submerged in the puddle.]
Hah...so this is Hell.
(Note: Limited first-come first-serve to 1 player introducing Kara to the idea of Executors/bringing him back to Limbo/etc, but anyone can respond just generally otherwise)
[Coming to to the realization that "hey, I'm dead actually" should be a much more upsetting revelation than it is. It's not a good thing to realize, no...but for reasons he can't explain, it feels less like a horrific coming to understanding and more...familiar. Expected.
What sense does that make, he wonders?
Unfortunately, it's a revelation he has entirely alone. He finds himself at a train station platform, just so happening to awaken a few minutes before the next train is due to arrive. With no understanding of what's happened to him or memory of anything else besides, he chooses to try to take the train to see if it will bring him to wherever he's meant to go next. Only...he isn't allowed to board it. Only "Executors", he's told, before the train leaves him with no other choice but to walk deeper into the layer, right into the heart of Avaritia itself.
It isn't long before he realizes that the afterlife has the same stupid stipulations as when he was alive, meaning his truest enemy is something he'll never escape: capitalism. With no money on his person and no ability or desire to make any, he's unable to buy food much less partake in the undeniable allure of the gambling nature of the layer. Memories or not though, he's still a Matsuno...]
N-n- non non non, you- you misunderstand! I have no malicious intent, I will pay you back! If you would be so generous as to allow me a few more coins to try aga- hhgk!-
[If you're able to suffer through the racaous noise of the pachinko machines, you might notice a strangely dressed man(???) being held up by the throat of his collar by a much burlier spectre, red in the face with anger. Whatever sort of deal this guy has made with him just to be able to taste the sweet nectre of gambling has certainly gone awry...as it tends to do when you lie about having luck that you simply don't.]
2) Bar
[By this point, "Second" has been brought up to speed as to what's going on here, more or less. And...he's still not sure it makes much sense to him really at all. Having gone from realizing he died to being throttled to becoming an Executor in a matter of hours has been more than a bit disorienting, but one thing he can at least be thankful for is the fact that he isn't alone. At least, not alone in the sense of true loneliness. These people are strangers to him in a technical sense, but they seem to be more aware of the situation than most others here. Strangely willing to help provide him with basic necessities, food, probably a little money so he isn't killed again...
He doesn't understand why the generosity fills him with such an intense feeling of loneliness, but it does. It's reflex, then, that brings him to one of the bars in the city. Not that he has enough money for even a single drink, but he can at least recall enjoying this particular vice as much as pachinko. Thus, he's here.
...sitting at the bar with a glass of water, pretending that it's something it isn't, like whiskey. Maybe nobody will call him out on it.]
3) City Streets
[As soon as Second leaves the bar, it's as if the entire bottom drops out of the sky.
People are left scurrying to get off the streets because as much as some don't even mind walking around in the light drizzle, this is way different. It's a deluge that basically requires you to be indoors, to which Second immediately attempts to do just that.
Only to remember that, right. He didn't leave, he got kicked out. Something something loitering without paying and annoying the customers by existing WHATEVER- there are more bars, he'll just have to find one that can tolerate him long enough for the rain to stop.
But a lack of memory of a lot of things does not change the awful way that he is, and within an hour every establishment down the street is disallowing his entry. By now he's so soaked through it doesn't really matter if he finds shelter or not. Still, it would beat standing out here miserable, so he pivots to look for somewhere else to go...only for one of his stupid boots to slip in a heavy puddle collecting near the gutters, sending him toppling chest-first onto the side of the street with a startled cry. And there he lays...a dirty, sad, broke little man that has already been kicked out of nearly every functioning business on the street because people can't stand him that much.
He turns his head to the side so he can huff a laugh to himself, his face half-submerged in the puddle.]
Hah...so this is Hell.
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Every layer has an underside, every underside is crawling with Revenants, every layer matches a sin, every sin has an Authority who runs things in the layers, and the Authorities so far have been quite invested in keeping the status quo even if it leads to oblivion. Which is where our journey down comes in, and why we're here in Avaritia.
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[But before he can say much, she's already launched into her explanation, so he goes quiet to allow her to continue. It's a lot he needs to hear that he hasn't yet anyway, since Beast could only give him the basics on the way back from the city the first time.]
I understand that much, I just wonder...do we know what will happen to us if we succeed in reaching the furthest most layer? We are deceased, non? Even if this is just for the sake of doing what is right...
[Even if it leads to oblivion...]
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[Is that all you have to say]
I would say I agree with you, but I do not remember much about my life at all.
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[Okay, that's a relief. Though it's really hard to now what you're missing when you can't remember it...]
How long will it take?
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That quickly, eh...what about the ones who came after?
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[Though the fact that she's qualifying it seems to be concerning her, too.]
Though she does tend to terrify people. And you really won't want to be grievously injured.
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[Some of the few clear memories he has are of, like
Falling off rooftops so OKAY THAT'S NOT ENCOURAGING]
Can one...really get that injured when they are already dead, though?
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To which they then cease to exist, I assume?
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[He sighs, squeezing some gutter water out of the bottom of his jacket.]
The information is at least appreciated.
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