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[moonlightglory]

Invidia - Park

[Where do you even go from here?

Realizing you're dead really takes the wind out of your sails. What next? Get something to eat? Search for clues? To what? You're dead. Solving the mystery won't make you any less dead.

Following a brief meeting with Rei, Fury wobbles hazily towards the nearest stretch of park by the river, finds a bench, and sits on it, staring vaguely out across the water. For a long time, she stays silent.]

Fuck, [She muses.]

Fuck! [She reiterates.]


Invidia - Entertainment District

[Well this is interesting, at least. Apparently dead people get bored just as much as alive people. Makes sense, sort of. Presents its own problems, though.

Somewhere in the general vicinity of a billion fashion boutiques, Fury flags down the nearest strangers who look kind of interesting. Or at least, like they aren't Spectres.]

Yo! I've got questions that need answering. Also, like, a job?

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[callbacks]

About the same, I guess, but it looks like it's doing more of a number on you than me. Like, I heard at least a pre-algebra level intensity of fuck in your fucks, so. Y'know. Thought I'd check on that.

[moonlightglory]

I'm not having a panic attack, and considering the circumstances I think that's a pretty good benchmark.

This is stupid. If I'm dead, they should at least let me remember who killed me so I can haunt his ass.

[callbacks]

I dunno. Kind of think it'd be even more annoying if you remembered and you were stuck here, right? I mean, I don't think this is wherever we were before. That'd be weird.

Sorry about getting killed, though. That blows.

[moonlightglory]

Eh. I'm better off than I'd expect to be post-murder, what with the afterlife apparently being real and all.

I'm Fury, I guess. God, that's a stupid name.

[callbacks]

Eh. Could be worse as far as posthumous handles go. You could be, like, Farmstink. Or Pooplord. Perspective, yeah? Least you know most of the suggestible stooges around here won't be messing with you with a name like that.

[moonlightglory]

I mean, I am angry, so I guess it's got that much going for it.

What about you?

[callbacks]

I mean, I don't know that I was offed, so I don't have much of a reason to be particularly rancorous. Could've been anything. Could've been nut allergies.

[That is almost certainly not what she's asking.]

[moonlightglory]

I meant your name, or whatever you've got that passes for one. I introduced myself, now it's your turn.

[callbacks]

Oh. Right. I guess it's Clocks. So, again: your mileage may vary with the anonymously, ahistorically assigned phantomonikers.

[moonlightglory]

Could be worse. Tells you something about yourself, maybe. You... like clocks? Or something.

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[callbacks]

I guess. Doesn't matter that much, anyway. A handle's a handle and I'm not about to fly off it just because it's stupid.