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introductions

It comes to you suddenly, at the end of an unravelling thread of thought. A sudden, piercing sense of wrongness stops you in your tracks and sends you tumbling through rapidfire questions that you realize you have no answer for. How long have you been here? How long have you been doing the same things, over and over, blindly going through the motions of a routine? Just who are you, anyway?

Questions beget more questions and answers prove illusive until you arrive at the only things you know for certain: the first is that this place is Purgatory.

The second is that you're here because you're dead.

Oddly, this doesn't feel like a surprise of any sort. You don't remember how or why it happened, but it did and that's that. It feels rather as though you've been slapped awake and everything around you has come into sharp focus. You're in Limbo, where you've been wandering since you arrived here in Purgatory alongside all the other mindless souls who are acting out what little they remember of their original lives.

Still lingering is that horrible sense of something being terribly wrong. It hasn't dissipated with your realization of the truth – if anything, it's intensified. There's no way to tell what it is, but there's something going on here.

Maybe you should investigate – or at least see if there's anyone else here who's had the same realization as you...

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[There’s a knight in the crowd who, well, mostly fits the romantic image of what one would expect of the elegant pretty boy strain; long, flowing blond hair gathered up into a neat ponytail, a white cape and shiny silver armor with gold trim... though, there are a few idiosyncrasies there. The first would be that while his face is fairly youthful for the most part, there are lines around his eyes that would indicate... well, not an old man, but certainly someone past his twenties. Those are, perhaps, enhanced somewhat by the other idiosyncrasy, which is the somewhat sour expression with which he regards the more mindless souls milling about.]

It would be too much to hope that I was not like that until now, would it not? What a horribly dull existence...

[He’ll at least soften a bit at the sight of anyone who seems self-aware, at least, if he happens to notice them first.]

I see you have your wits about you, then. I imagine you know about as much as I do, which is very little, but I am open to pleasant surprises.

[Oh no. The armor. The hair. The smirk. Kingslayer doesn't know why, but for some reason, their first instinct when they see White Eagle is to sock him in the face.

Thankfully, they don't. Yet. It depends on how much he pisses them off.

But considering that the other people who so much as remembered that they were all dead and were coherent enough to talk properly were few and far between, Kingslayer has little choice but to talk to White Eagle. Unfortunately.]

I know jack shit, prettyboy. Just that we're all dead and stuck in this place for the foreseeable future.

[...well, you know, alright, he isn’t... that bothered by the fact that this other knight is rough around the edges, but don’t say pretty like it’s a bad thing!!]

Well, I suppose that means we are on the same page, at the very least. If we do not have the answers ourselves, we must seek them out, and two sets of eyes are clearly better than one.

That's debatable, [rude, Kingslayer,] but... this place is easy to get lost in. I don't trust it, something dangerous is around here somewhere.

An ally can't hurt.

Edited 2020-08-02 21:25 (UTC)

My thoughts exactly. That is, perhaps, one of the things I can say with certainty, and we both seem better equipped to handle danger than most of the others given we are both wearing armor.

[...he thinks about it a second...]

I suppose we may need to see if instinct takes over if we must fight unarmed...

I've already tussled with a few idiots here. Don't worry, I got strength in spades.

Also a pretty brutal kicking foot.

[Do you really want to know, Jasper?]

Unfortunately. There's got to be something that indicates what's going on, but so far all I've found are headaches.

Perhaps it would be best to get a bit more organized, then. You are not the first person I have met with their wits about them, so it is likely for the best that we attempt to find more.

I've seen a few running around. Most are human, but the giant insect is easy to spot.

Well, giant insect or not, they all do stand out at least a bit by virtue of having something resembling a personality.

We can't all have woken up right at once, right? But so far the options have been "today" and "not at all."

Unless there is some specific thing that caused us all to awaken at the same time, perhaps.

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emberserker - 2020-08-06 04:21 (UTC) - Expand

[ The armor is...no, not familiar. But something about it feels almost nostalgic, enough that they find themselves following its owner before they really consciously understand what's going on.

They give an almost apologetic shake of their head, when he speaks to them directly. No, they don't know what's going on. ]

« Waking up happened recently.
I cannot help.
Sorry. »

[...something about the being currently addressing Jasper strikes him as... well, friend-shaped, perhaps. Not in any specific sense, but in a vague sense that, perhaps, someone with a form so obviously different to his own is probably pretty alright, actually.]

There is no need to apologize. It is worth noting that practically everyone I have spoken to has had roughly the same experience. The question is more or less why we have woken up as we have, I believe.

[ Why...They've never really considered the why. Things happen; confusing, erratic. Is it really their place to try and understand?

They give him a helpless sort of shrug, shaking their head to indicate their cluelessness. They wouldn't even know where to begin with....all this. Maybe if there was something more concrete, but as it is, they barely handled being in a crowd before.

But...a question is a question, even implied. So they think hard about what they could possibly give.

Eventually, they make a few hesitant signs. ]

« Maybe there is something needed from us. »

[ You wake someone from slumber when you need something, don't you? Sleeping has a purpose, and so does waking...
Something flits on the edge of their mind. No, it's gone again. Confusing. ]

[...hm, you know...]

Something does feel a bit... off, beyond the simple fact that we are dead and remember nothing about ourselves. Perhaps we have been awakened to deal with some sort of problem.

[It does make about as much sense as anything else, thinking about it...]

[The red-and-white haired girl standing in front of the night kinda leaned forward a bit, as if looking at his armor, before...]

Nope! No surprises here! Sorry! I'm trying to find stuff too!

All I know for sure is that we're as dead as doornails. Which you probably kinda figured out too, yep?

Indeed I have. It is perhaps an unpleasant certainty, but it is one of the few we have thus far.

[...he looks over the more blank-faced figures milling about...]

Are we better or worse off than them, I wonder?

Well, dunno about you, but I'd rather be able to think seriously about things, so that's an improvement!

[And she spins on one heel... Almost falling over. Whoops.]

...

And are you taking advantage of that abiIity at all...?

Well, I mean, I'm talking to people, that's a good step right?

But it's kinda hard to think too deeply on stuff when you're not sure what's worth thinking about!

[...you know...]

I suppose I cannot exactly argue with that. Taking initiative is always to be commended, I think, so good on you for that.

...Something does feel off, though. Do you get that impression as well?

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pride_of_amarcia - 2020-08-05 23:14 (UTC) - Expand

[Hope notes the dour look on White Eagle's face before he's approached with his question-within-a-statement. He just shakes his head.] The most surprising thing so far is that it's less awful in the afterlife than I thought it would be. I was expecting... nothingness. [A thoughtful pause.] But maybe that's how the Spectres perceive all of this... As nothing at all.

Given we cannot remember anything, I must wonder if they perceive much of anything, really.

[...somehow that’s not any more comforting.]

...I feel as though I was expecting reincarnation, personally. This seems like a step down from that...

They seem to be doing okay for themselves, in any case. [A shrug.]

Reincarnation...? [The word strikes a slight chord with Hope, and he looks confused for a moment. Of course, the reason why won't come to him. He grows silent as he fruitlessly wracks his brain for an answer.]

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