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[acrotomophile]

...Hm. This is definitely not what I expected.

[Standing on his star cluster, looking around with arms folded. Body language is tense and alert, but not overly distressed.]

I'm not dead.

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[didorothy]

That's the assumption for the most part, anyway.

[acrotomophile]

[Friendly smile, if somewhat uncertain.] Well, the confusing part is that I remember dying. Quite... vividly.

But this is somehow not what I pictured the afterlife would be like. Less creepy twin dolls, for one thing.

[didorothy]

It's... happened, a few times. The Twins probably brought you back. You're a bit... undead, really. Only with less appliance salesmen battling your apocalyptic uprising and more glitter.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Well...that's a nice surprise, isn't it?

[acrotomophile]

It'd be nicer if I could - well, let's just say I'm still confused.

About a lot of things.

[acrotomophile]

Glitter? Really? How... festive. Does anything else come with the undead package?

[didorothy]

Haven't ordered it myself so I'm not sure. I'd tell you to ask the twins what the combo entails, but they'd probably slap on a few years of servitude on you for the answer.

[acrotomophile]

Yeah, servitude's not really my thing.

[Frowning, looks distracted and thoughtful.]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Like what? I gather information. I might know.

[acrotomophile]

Nothing you'd know. Mostly about the man who killed me.

Though, if you have any tips to share about this place... [spreads his arms] I'm all ears.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[awkward shuffle] Uhm, sorry you died.

But anyway! Well, this is the Astral Plane. It's pretty and time doesn't pass here, so you can pretty much do whatever you want. ...Someone brought a building here. And there's only a few people who can come here. I tried to get my friend to come here but she couldn't.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Oh? Any particular reason why you would state that upon arrival?

[acrotomophile]

Because I distinctly remember being killed - yet, here I am.

[acrotomophile]

...Thanks. Once I figure this out, I'll be okay.

Huh. Interesting. How do I get back? Is there a trick to it?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Now that is interesting.

[he cocks his head just slightly]

I've heard of people dying here and being brought back, but not someone dying prior to arrival...

[acrotomophile]

Guess I'm special like that.

You sound pretty knowledgeable. [sticks hands in pockets, casually] Been here a while?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not exactly a trick. You just think your way out. Like this! [pops away and pops back] It's just easier to find each other here. Or catch up on sleep.

[acrotomophile]

[grins a bit] That does sound useful. Alright, let me just -

[pops out and back, evidently faster than he expected by the surprised look on his face]

...Wow. Okay. This is really something else.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I suppose so.


[he grins, showing off his fangs in the process] I've been able to reach the Astral Plane for little over a month now - and indeed, I potentially have more information than the rest of the people that tend to loiter about in this place.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. I'll assume it's a pleasant surprise?

[acrotomophile]

Pleasant in that life goes on, sure.

Unpleasant in that I apparently have to face my killer now.

[acrotomophile]

[smirks, far from showing his discomfort and growing distress]

Is that so. I have to ask - does everyone that dies here get brought back? Is it automatic?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I've only known of two who have died and returned. I don't know the exact process behind it.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[beams at him now] There you go! See? You'll get the hang of this place just fine. Oh! Right, you can call me Fumie.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Yes, it clearly didn't go very well for you last time...

Perhaps you can turn things to your advantage? I doubt your murderer knows you're alive.