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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...
[ 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. ]
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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Bad news is that they immediately attempt to reverse suplex Pariah into the ground, only letting up on the force when they realize that it's a kid.]
Oh, fuck-
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[No time to question that, she's gonna bang on their helmet now.]
Get off!!!
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[Kingslayer thrashes about in a desperate attempt to dislodge Pariah from their armor, although they take care to not bang her too hard—and that should be apparent to their fellow Executor, considering that they have several opportunities to shatter bones on concrete.]
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[Oof ouch her not-bones. Pariah keeps banging away stubbornly, eventually attempting to pry the helmet off entirely to keep her fist from becoming a bruised-up mess.]
You don't just get to choke people out, you--you jerk!
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Dumbass!
[Yes, "dumbass" is a less dire insult than "brat" in their opinion. What of it?
When Pariah starts trying to pry the helmet off, Kingslayer panics, grabs Pariah, and tries to toss her away full-force.]
DO NOT TOUCH THE HELMET!
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[And then she is yote. Pariah goes tumbling, barely managing to roll with the impact but still taking a few scrapes along the way. She doesn't notice the dusting of black glitter coming out of the wounds just yet, though, instead pushing herself back up to her feet.]
In what world is choking someone for information okay?!
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PUNCHING THINGS ALWAYS WORKS!
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