introductions

[cancrymods]

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...

[ OOC: Welcome to the very first log of Can Cry! For the first few hours, Executors will be free to explore and mingle among themselves. Mod replies will come in a few hours. If you're planning to investigate, please indicate that you're doing so in the subject line as your comment. ]

Comments

[phantasmagorial]

Not that I can think of. If it did, I might have missed it? I was down in the Underside fighting the Revenant, after all.

[seasharp]

Revenant?

[so what the heckity is that]

[phantasmagorial]

It– ah, that's right, you weren't with the group who followed me down, were you?

[ She looks ill at ease having to explain this. ]

Well, it... can happen when souls are trapped here for too long, or they refuse to move on. They start losing the parts of themselves that made them human and they become... monsters.

[seasharp]

[well!

that's horrific!]

That-- Something like that can really happen? [imagine turning into a monster lol] Is there some way to turn them back?

[phantasmagorial]

Not aside from... destroying them.

[ She looks so immensely uncomfortable saying it. ]

It would break their soul down into its very smallest components and allow them to reform themselves into something closer to who they're supposed to be. But it could take tens of thousand of years.

[seasharp]

I see...

[That's... upsetting.]

I guess it wouldn't be that easy, huh? [feels bad though] And when they're like that, they attack people...?

[phantasmagorial]

Yes. I don't really understand why, but... I think maybe they just know that something is missing and they hope that by consuming Specters, or even Executors, they might be able to replace it. But it never works... so they just rampage on and on, unless someone can stop them.

[seasharp]

Is that what you do...?

[like some sort of... girl that could perhaps be described as magical...]

[phantasmagorial]

Yes. Usually, we're safe up here in Limbo, but if they were left to their own devices down in the Underside... I think they'd be able to make their way up here and do some real damage. So I have to go down occasionally and make sure things aren't getting out of control.

[seasharp]

When you put it like that...

You're pretty cool, huh? Kind of like... a lone hero, going down to fight monsters and keep the peace!

[...]

Or something~

[phantasmagorial]

I– I really wouldn't call it cool...!

[ She doesn't blush super hard, but she's so pale that the two pinpricks of colour in her cheeks stand out pretty starkly on her face. ]

It's just... it's not as though there's anyone else who can do it...

[mementomoritz]

There is now, though. So you don't have to be alone anymore!

[pioailurophobia]

[Kingslayer's armored arm wraps around Rei's shoulders; it's surprisingly warm for being cold steel. Everyone gets the impression they're smiling cheekily from behind the faceplate.]

Yeah, you've got us now! At the very least I owe you for pulling our asses out of the fire back in the Underside and for telling us what's up.

Plus, you're too adorable. A knight like me ["Knight" is a pretty obvious conclusion to draw, considering that's what everyone's been calling them and their armor is pretty damn knightly,] can't leave a princess like you to fend for herself, yeah?

[daughterofthemark]

[Did somebody mention a princess? Obviously that's not relevant to Royal Veil, I'm just randomly asking.]

Yes, you are most adorable.

[phantasmagorial]

[ And now she's going even redder. You really get the impression she is 2x weak to friendly teasing. ]

Jeez. I don't want all of you piling on and chiming in like that!

[ stop, stop, she's already embarrassed!! ]

[emberserker]

And what, are we just supposed to become like that too after too long?

[phantasmagorial]

I don't know...!

[ She sounds a little panicked. ]

It might not happen to all of you, since you're awake now, but... I'm sorry... I really can't be sure.

[emberserker]

I should hope not, but I doubt anyone could stand this place for too long. Nothing makes a whit of sense.

[phantasmagorial]

You'd be surprised how quickly you end up getting used to it.

[ Not like they have much of a choice otherwise. ]

[emberserker]

Oh, that's just depressing.