.oo1 | 'Tis but a flesh wound

[ignisinfernale]

Who: Suoh Mikoto and YOU LOT
When: Late in the evening
Where: The plaza
Style: Starting in third, following you
Status: Open LIKE A FLESH WOULD


[ The last thing he remembers is spreading his arms out in a sign of release. It's done and over with. His sword is about to fall. Totsuka had been avenged and he is more than aware of the consequences. Then it's the cold feel of metal going right through him and the scent and warmth of the blue king being the last thing he feels. Then he closes his eyes and feels nothing else. He doesn't hate him for it. He knows it's an act of mercy.

Suoh never thought dying would be like being immersed in water.

He doesn't let these things get to him. He never does. The minute he opens his eyes, he's soaking wet and there's blood seeping into his shirt. When he steps forward, he teeters slightly before he catches himself against the side of a nearby building. Then the pain hits again and his hand moves to where that saber blade went in through him. Already, he knows there's something distinctly wrong. Hell isn't a city underwater. The welcome pamphlet is only glanced at, confirming his suspicions. Somehow, he's escaped it. He's escaped death and it's a little overwhelming. But where to now? His Sword's gone. He saw it disappear.

With that on his mind, Suoh staggers forward. No sense fretting about it now. For now, he has to find the others. ]

Comments

[ignisinfernale]

[ Whoa, okay, everything so far sounded strange but that takes the cake. Because really. It's starting to sound like something out of those fairytales he reads Anna before bed. ]

...Curses?

[rebull]

Yeah, curses. [A sigh, shrugging his shoulders and running a hand through his hair. Summoner's eyes close for a moment.]

Was just turned into a uh, younger version of myself. Been animals before, had my thoughts just, out in the open for anyone to see, lots of stuff. Sometimes people just get really sick.

[ignisinfernale]

[ Okay, that's just... where the hell did he land himself. If this is hell (and he's seriously considering it at this point), then what sort of hell is it? ]

Doesn't sound like much of a vacation spot.

[rebull]

[The sort of hell that doesn't know how to make up it's mind.]

To some it is, especially those who uh, well, don't have another life to live. This place can bring you here right as you die, and revive you to live here as a transport I guess. so you live here, or you live no where. To some this place is special for that reason, I am not one of those people, it is special for other reasons to me though.

[ignisinfernale]

[ Whoa now hold the phone back up there. You've just said something very significant to his current situation, Summoner. ]

...When they die?

[rebull]

Yeah? [He stops, glancing to him.]

[ignisinfernale]

[ Eyes studying him closely. Don't lose him now. This is relevant. ]

That happens?

[rebull]

Yeah... A uh, a lot of people that died were revived to be brought here, and I uh, I doubt they'd stay alive if they were sent back to their home. So this place kind of gives people a- [Hand to chin.] Odd sorta second chance. Not that it's a second chance for much, you know, if they have unsettled business back home.

[ignisinfernale]

[ Second chance. Unfinished business. This was some sort of second life... some sort of weird afterlife. Part of him's grateful... but still, yet another part of him just wants to accept the fact he's dead. ]

Any chance of going back?

[rebull]

Yeah, I've gone back home once. But uh, again, some people are dead back where they're from so they bank on never leaving.