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GRAVEYARD ✨
POPULATION: GHOST TOWN
You die - and then you wake up.
For a second, it feels as though you can't breathe, and then your head breaks the surface. You crawl out of a pool of blood and into a large, crystalline room. Moving images play across the crystal walls, and if you watch close enough, you'll realize that you're seeing the land of the living; a familiar space station with familiar faces. You can watch these images for as long as you'd like - there are several very large benches (as in, you have to climb them to sit on them) around the room for you to rest on while you do.
Regardless of how you died, it seems as though you're not quite gone completely. You're in one piece, at least. That's good news. However, your surroundings are not exactly what you remember.
When you exit the first room, a bleak, empty city sprawls out ahead of you.
The city itself is large. The framework of it seems to tower higher and higher than you can see, up into the black opal sky that shivers and curls every so often. A river entirely made of blood runs through the city, winding around buildings and ending at the crystal room. The most noticeable thing about the buildings themselves is the fact that thorny vines made of pure white steel dig into the walls and floor, cracking the foundations.
The residential building is worn down and old. It's two floors, and has a few small studio apartments built for one or two people to live in. The beds are extremely uncomfortable. It has a communal area downstairs, but the TV is broken, and the couches are torn apart. Sometimes, this building feels obscenely hot in temperature, and smells like rotten eggs.
The grocery store is your typical convenience store. There's a large selection of food in this area, but it all tastes the same - like chalk. On top of this, every so often there will be bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and the displays. They change in size and location, each time you enter the store.
The clothing store is thrifty in nature. All the clothes here are uncomfortable and scratchy, and don't fit quite right. While you're here, time feels... weird. Distorted, almost dreamy. As you're picking out clothes and trying them on (no money needed, just take what you want), you swear you can hear a gunshot in the distance.
Enjoy your time in this city, and remember...your story isn't quite over yet.
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If it really is just for atmosphere, it's really a pain in the ass.
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... It's nice though. Something kinda grounding about listening to somebody go off about something they know a lot about.] I didn't know you knew that many. Or that you had aliens.
[Moving along.]
You could call this entire situation a pain.
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Well, I spoke English and Spanish to begin with, and then the rest of it came relatively easily. I had to learn the last one more recently. Aliens as in, coming from another world, rather than... space aliens, just to clarify.
[ He shrugs, though. ] The price we paid to get a wish or two. You have any ideas?
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... Were there portals? [Was it fantasy instead of sci-fi?]
About the language? I only know Japanese and English, so it's hard for me to know if something's unreadable because of that or because of some... supernatural influence. [Magic is real.]
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Well, if it doesn't seem readable to you either despite that, then it's still two languages down in the pool, isn't it?
I will say here though that it doesn't translate to anything comprehensible to me either for the moment. So... maybe supernatural.
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Maybe if they didn't have the vore discussion earlier today he'd consider what that meant. But there's only so many weird discussions that can come up in a day.]
I'm not sure if we can cross any language out at this point.
... Know any supernatural stuff that can make things hard to decipher?
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Mm... yeah, I know plenty. But it's hardly like I can apply home technology to the words here, and I don't personally have any supernatural powers to myself at the moment. Granted, even if I had them, they're more combative than for anything like this...
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... It was blood and ice, right? Not that we have any access to that here.
[It's been a while since he's seen Steven's profile, but he feels like that was there.]
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He nods at Omi, though. ]
I have the ability to turn my blood into ice outside of my body. Useful for combat, but unfortunately won't help me read things better.
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[ He closes his eyes. He knows what you mean and why, but this does not stop him from closing his eyes. ]
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