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cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
cancrymods) wrote in cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
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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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. ]
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...Well, it's okay to just offer a little bit of support, right? It'd be rude not to use this. She pulls herself back up without too much.]
Ah... um... [Then she finds herself looking up, as she re-situates herself back up on the path. Oh. Hello, very... tall... person?] Thanks...
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They find nothing. They give her a small nod, a little dip of their head, and release their grip on her hand. After that...now what? They're at a little bit of a loss, it seems. ]
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This is kind of awkward, actually. Maybe something to break the ice!]
...So, do you usually go around rescuing maidens, or am I special?
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Oh that's a question. Hmm. This seems like a tough one. ]
« Helping others in need is
responsibility. A duty. »
[ It's just...a thing. They do it because...it feels wrong not to do it. Because why not? It's an instinct, something instilled. ]
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[She visibly brightens at that, nodding sagely with a big smile.]
I totally get how you feel! Like you've just gotta help someone, right? Well, I guess that makes you the heroic type, hm?
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Heroic, though...They're not sure. There's some uncertainty about the word. They don't know where it comes from, like most things. ]
« You are also heroic? »
[ She did say she understood how they felt. That strikes a chord in them, somehow...the yearning to be understood. ]
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[A hero, though... She doesn't know why, but she really likes the sound of that.]
But, wanting to help people and save those in need... Hm, it just feels right! So I guess so, yeah!
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They incline their head in a supportive sort of nod. They think it's perfectly fine to be whatever you want to be. ]
« Then both of us are. »
[ There's almost unease in them, as they sign the words. Are they supposed to do this, to affirm that they might have something in common with another? But at the same time, it's only logical to acknowledge such a connection, isn't it?
They let none of that inner conflict show. It's far easier to pull off with the conspicuous lack of conventional facial expressions. ]
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Like two peas in a pod, huh? Well then, nice to meet you, fellow hero!
[And she just kind of... pats them on the arm? It's meant to be a supportive gesture.]
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They do, however, give her another affirmative nod. If only all interactions with people could be this easy. ]
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I only just remembered I'm dead, anyway. Is it the same for you?
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« Yes.
I do not remember
much else though.
Is it the same for you? »
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[Heck, maybe even that's wrong and she was wearing it for some other reason. Who knows. Maybe it was just cosplay.]
So I can't even properly introduce myself or anything. It's a little awkward, huh?