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

investigating sorta????

[crypddyd]

[The confusion is... oddly familiar, and the large blonde man just stands there in a befuddled daze for a long while before grabbing near by people]

You-! Are you real, answer me-!

[ Later, once he calms a bit, he feels a need to... go somewhere. He doesn't know if it's what he was doing before he "woke" or if it was something he was doing when alive. He just knows he has to Be Somewhere... so he starts walking with implied purpose in a direction. Bye dude?]

[pioailurophobia]

I could ask the same of you, bastard! Let go of me!

[Kingslayer's voice is full of fire and venom, but the intimidation is somewhat reduced considering that they're a full foot shorter than Lion, probably more without the armor.]

[crypddyd]

[he doesn't seem intimidated at all, and in fact their armor is... familiar. Or more specificly armor in general is familiar. So he let's go, stepping back]

...my apologies.

[oh no he's all polite?]

[pioailurophobia]

[Kingslayer yanks their arm away from Lion, still bristling like a feral cat. Something about his polite demeanor and general appearance is already rubbing them the wrong way.]

Who the hell are you?

...wait, no. First off, do you know where we are?

[There's a probing edge to Kingslayer's question. They need to confirm that this guy also remembers the fact that they're dead. Otherwise it'll be useless talking to him.]

[crypddyd]

[All this bristling and yelling is ALSO almost familiar? So he just ends up smiling??? Instead of any rational response]

Ah... I don't really know. I just 'woke up' here, I suppose? I take it it's the same for your self?

[pioailurophobia]

[What the hell is this guy's deal? Lion's apparently-easygoing nature puts Kingslayer on their guard more than anything else.]

You know that we're dead too, right?

Just making sure.

You seem like enough of a ditz naturally to be able to accidentally fake your way into waking up from whatever that haze was.

later

[seasharp]

[He's walking with a lot of purpose, and someone's noticed. So one teenage girl is quickly trailing behind him, curiously. What's up with you.]

...Is there something this way?

Re: later

[crypddyd]

[Even though he's walking with intent, it's clear he doesn't know how to navigate this place, ending up down dead alley's and having to backtrack and the like]

I... don't know.

[seasharp]

Ah?

[Could've fooled her.]

You were walking so confidently, I definitely thought you knew where you were going! Are you looking for something, maybe?

[crypddyd]

I... think so, yes. I just had a powerful urge. A drive that there was somewhere I was supposed to be.

[seasharp]

And so you just started walking, huh...

Well, maybe we can find whatever you're looking for together? It'd suck if you just ended up totally lost all on your own.

[Like he's some kind of lost kid and not an adult with like a full foot of extra height on her.]

[schardynfreude]

[His first reaction is to lash out in kind. He grips a hand around the blond's wrist tight with the intent to rip him off (or apart), teeth grit--] You dare-!

[...But that won't do much good, will it? He's merely confused and scared as the rest of them, surely. He cuts himself off, takes a breath.]

Do please calm yourself. I fear I cannot adequately answer your questions, but I seem to be real in my own right. You...feel it, too, don't you?

[The whole dead thing.]

[crypddyd]

[He starts to bristle like a cat but the shockingly taller man doesn't instigate a fight so he can't bring himself to do so either. So instead he nods.]

SOmething is... wrong. And I'm dead. You too?

[schardynfreude]

Quite so. [He lets go now that they both seem to be chilled.] On both counts. And yet the only other scrap of information I can lay claim to is that this place is...Purgatory.

[crypddyd]

Purgatory... I can't say I know the term.

[Sorry, Dragon Catholosim says you just go straight to Dragon Hell]

[schardynfreude]

Might it be simply the name of this place? After a person, perhaps, or another place... [Look, the Beyond is sure a Place but it's arguably not any kind of limbo or purgatory but let's not get into that!!!] In any event, here we are. Whatever that may mean for us.

[iserveeverybody]

[The relic reacted to being grabbed by punching him in the face before he could finish getting his question out. Conscious thought wasn't involved, it was just a reflex.]

[crypddyd]

[Thanks to his high Durability and long forgotten battle, normally a single punch would startle more than hurt.

But she managed to catch him right in the eye. Or what used to be an eye. And he bellows like a beast, cupping his hand over his eyepatch]

Ngh-! Bastard!

[It's like that saying that punching a shark in the snoot screws with them cuz he's so startled he backs up right away]

[iserveeverybody]

I'm not the one grabbing people at random, bastard.

[She was in a slight crouch, ready to spring either away from him or right into his face, depending on how the situation evolved from here, but she seemed more angry than scared.]

[cancrymods]

[ Heading in any particular direction or just Having A Wander? ]

[crypddyd]

[The confusing layout of the 'town' has him pretty turned around- he was TRYING for the edge of town but he's just completely lost. So he probably ends up right back at the fountain eventually]

[cancrymods]

[ Lucky you! Looks like there's already someone here with the same bright idea as you. ]

[alcahest]

[ when the man reaches out to grab her, she feels a sense of— not fear, nothing so strong as that. for some reason, it's dread. whatever her instincts are trying to tell her will happen, she is resigned to it. but he touches her, and that terrible thing never comes. it's just... touch. how strange.

the doll-like young woman he's caught looks at him with a blank stare, perhaps mildly perturbed. she appears to give his question some thought before she answers: ]

I think so...?

[crypddyd]

...

[His eye looks her over franticly... then seems to decide she's correct and lets her go.]

Good... that's good. I... I apologize. I shouldn't have grabbed you.

[alcahest]

[ she doesn't show any kind of disapproval or fear, even once she's released. because he's already touched her once, she doesn't flinch away. she looks up at him with a placid gaze, utterly devoid of judgement and comfort both in the face of him backing down, and simply shakes her head. ]

It's alright. I was just worried... For some reason, it felt like... it would be bad for you if you touched me. [ the words could be a threat in another context, but it's clear she doesn't mean it that way. she was sincerely concerned that just touching her would somehow hurt him. ] But... you're okay.

[ there's an uncertain lilt in her voice there, her head tilted to the side — asking to make sure that he is actually alright and whatever she dreaded didn't happen. ]