Fwomph
Tibalt was not having a good awakening. Tended to happen whenever he died, pain doesn't quite go away immediately.
"Egh, my head. Feels like I got— ... yeah, I was hit by a truck wasn't I?"
He chuckled to himself for the grim little joke and took a gander around the room.
"Getting some Persona 3 vibes here, which is odd. Didn't think that was a valid is— there's other people here. Oh dang. Hi?"
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
As Josh groggily opened his eyes to the sound of an elevator ding, he closed them again.
...It didn't take long for him to quickly wake up properly in a panic and spring to his feet when he noticed that he wasn't in considerable amounts of pain or in a hospital bed or in some sort of weird machine. Although when he noticed the others present, Josh tried to compose himself, taking a deep breath and giving a weak smile while trying to glance around the room.
"We're a few blue lights short of that." Josh jokingly remarked to with a smile. "And at least we're going up and not down. I think. That's...kind of reassuring. Since it's not a space elevator, we shouldn't be on here too long."
Again, it took him a second to realize what he said and what he didn't and give a sheepish smile.
"But, yeah, hi."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Bona-Fide Mastah
Elevator
Kite didn’t so much as stand as he did...float up. A simple soul surrounded by magic powder in a rough body shape.
The shape raises a “hand” to its “face” in what can be assumed to be panic.
In a moment, it seems to realize something, then pokes a hole in the power where his “mouth” should be.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
That seems to have worked.
“WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE AM I?!”
The soul looks around. “What happened to my body?!” -!- “The accident! Oh god, that tanker-...so does that mean-”
The shape falls to its knees. “Oh god, it happened, it really happened! I’m dead, I knew it?”
Looks around again, “Is this Heaven? Hell? Is the afterlife just some bo-”
It’s then he realizes he isn’t alone. “Eh? More people?! Why do you schmucks get bodies?! What the hell’s going on here?!?”
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Elevator
Zélie almost wretched getting herself up. God, hangovers were never this bad and it was way too soon to be getting old. And she had this terrible case of tunnel vision. Oh right, her costume. That she wore for no reason. Huh. None of my friends is even getting married. Where did this come from?
"That's funny," Zélie noticed the way her voice sounded canned in the space suit she had on. "I had a dream that was hit by a truck too. Twas right after a rock was telling me a long, boring story about a guy who spilled braised duck on it."
She reached to twist and take the helmet off only to drag it back down after about 3 seconds of being exposed to the room's light. Stuff felt like it burned her skin. "Hey!" She stumbled around, searching for the emergency radio. "Get some coffee waiting on the ground please? I don't know what floor I'm on but I'll wait." Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Fwomph
Elevator of Openings
Tibalt flinched as he saw some of his fellow companions in the elevator starting to be confused by the situation.
"Alright, hey everyone? Do not panic. Yes, you likely remember dying but you are not currently dead, so keep that in mind. We just need to calm down, get our bearings and make sure not to panic because panic leads to making hasty decisions. Someone is probably going to be along shortly, likely someone that claims to be divine in nature giving us a 'second chance'. You guys need to be calm and lucid because if they give you an offer of a 'new life' you should probably deny it."
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
For a moment, Josh contemplated biting one of his fingers to make sure he wasn't somehow dreaming, but the fact Kite screaming and panicking was enough for him pain on the ears that it definitely wasn't a dream.
"No idea! I mean, considering what everyone else is saying, the fact it sounds like we've all kind of kicked the bucket and this is where we ended up? Either on the way to the afterlife or heaven...a waiting room for reincarnation or some other...belief religion...thingy."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Elevator
Zélie gave the guy talking about heaven a sideways look and shook her head. "This doesn't look anything like heaven. It'd be less stuffy and there'd be better music. And your hangover can't be that bad. If we could just get to the ground, we could find you a mineral water. But... could you remind me what party we went to?" Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Bona-Fide Mastah
Elevator
“Don’t panic, he says, sakes alive!” Kite’s soul shakes indignantly, the “hand” of the “body” drawing angry eyebrows where they should be.
“I think this is a PERFECTLY REASONABLE TIME TO PANIC! I am stuck in some kinda looking elevator with no body!”
He begins pacing, “I mean, ok fine, maybe, maybe there’s some kinda upside to this...but what other choice would we have if they offer a second chance? Some of us ain’t exactly, Y’know, ready to die!”
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
"I-I mean, I did say 'on the way to' heaven or wherever..." Josh sheepishly replied to Zélie, only to get even more confused at the mention of a hangover.
Although what was going on...nah.
"Although if that's the case that this is a waiting room for heaven or wherever we're heading...considering how many people could pass away in one day, this place would be a lot more crowded though, wouldn't it..." He idly mused until Kite's outburst made him wince.
"Well, for someone without a body, you've still got a voice. M-Maybe it's waiting for you when we get out of here?"
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
The Hunter said this first line. “Yeah getting thrown off a cliff by a deer really hurt.”
Try out my new forum game! Man this formating is hard.
Death as an experience was rather a simple process, the spirit detaches itself from the body only to find itself free from all earthly bonds, the mind a quiet and sleeping thing within the protection that ones soul provides. Under normal circumstances the shell of the soul would be guided by karma through either the process of reincarnation, the paradise realm for a just reward, or the realm of retribution to carve the evil away from the soul. It was a beautiful process that the gods oversaw with great reverence, performing their duty to those whose lives had ended.
Which made it a bit less awe inspiring when a giant butterfly net swung through the line of souls and pulled them through a rift in the fabric of reality and bringing them before a striking young woman with bright pink hair and insect like wings on her back. "Okay one, two, ...five, six. Six should probably be enough. I mean sure I skipped the usually vetting process and it didn't work out well last time, but it was just a tiny spot of sin that any good fairy could miss after a day of drinking. It probably doesn't even matter that if I screw up this time the balance between the heavens and the underworld will totally shatter. Then I'll be out of the job, probably cast down to being a human, I'll have to become a barmaid and be groped by random adventurers between rounds of binge drinking and fighting off the inevitable fear of death since I wouldn't be immortal anymore." the beautiful woman let out a cackling laugh as tears began to stream down her face.
"No Celest, you can't let yourself think that way, you've probably chosen six of the most able bodied and well groomed that the other worlds humanity can imagine. Just dump them in the thought elevator so they can get over the whole being alive again thing, drink a bottle of wine, and do the introduction like you do everytime you get a bunch of idiots to do the job of heaven for you." she floating through the vast emptiness of reality with her butterfly net behind her, stopping before an elevator floating in the middle of said void.
"Okay and..." she plucked one of the soul eggs from her net and tapped it on the side of the elevator, pulling the shell open and letting the mind fall into an opening in the metal box before tossing it aside. She performed this five more times before producing a small bag out of her back pocket and pouring the contents inside. "Okay, all the materials life needs to flourish, a mind, little soul bits, and a copious amount of magical powder that will fill in the rest."
She dusted her hands off and gave a small nod to herself. "Give it about ten minutes for them to be amazed at not being dead and then do my big reveal for the crowd!"
The Elevator
Soft jazz music played over speakers that had seen better days as six people would wake up sitting inside of a large service elevator that had probably seen better days. It was clean enough but the carpet could be replaced and the metal looked like it could use a touch up. A soft ding rang out from the panel at the front of said elevator which had an arrow pointing up, but no other buttons to press or anyway to open it other then the two metal doors which were firmly closed. It was within this environment that six very confused former dead people would wake up and come to the realization that either the afterlife looked like a metal box, or something had gone wacky.
Edited by Kingxana0 on Feb 10th 2021 at 4:06:36 AM