THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

Comments

done

[softlyfalling]

[ shit all right time to try and bust out of here with extreme prejudice. ]

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[idolpro]

We all have those days. Probably.

But this coffin is not going to provide any comfort. In fact, she realizes that the air is dangerously low. What might have been normal panic reaction is... swiftly becoming an actual normal reaction to no oxygen.

Roll Act Under Pressure.

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[softlyfalling]

[ it's an 11 because i rolled two sixes

she's coming back from the dead, it's tuesday, what's new, she elbows upwards hard against the lid of the coffin. ]

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[idolpro]

With that sort of prejudice, the coffin splits on its rusted hinges. And Shrike is able to move it-- but the air situation is now complicated by... she is very much dead and buried. Surely she can handle clawing her way up through six feet of dirt?

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[softlyfalling]

[ ughghhghhhh

this is why she's getting cremated if she gets a funeral at all. well, time to pull her shirt up over her face and claw her way up. ]

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[idolpro]

As you claw your way out, it becomes impossible to not feel the burn start on your lungs. Six feet is just so much. And dirt is deceptively malleable, forcing its way into your nose, your ears, your mouth. And this smells of death.

Which is appropriate, because you find yourself in a dully lit graveyard. In the distance, you can see what must be the glow of a city, obscured by soft rolling hills. And there are paths through the graves for grieving families. But none of those families are here. You are alone.

And you are confused, and desperate, and not even entirely sure what just happened, as a dull dumbness takes over your mind from untreated wounds and brain damage and--

Then the feeling vanishes. You hadn't realized it wasn't your own feelings until that moment.

There is a gravestone behind you. And you can see a path leading out of the cemetery.

1/2

[softlyfalling]

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[softlyfalling]

[ ...oh, that wasn't—

hm. all right. it seemed pretty normal.

well, first she's going to look at what's engraved on the stone, just because—whose experience was that. ]

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[idolpro]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd

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[softlyfalling]

[ oh.

okay. maybe she should have expected that.

it seems like... probably, she should get the hell out of here, but she's going to catch her breath for a second and see if anyone else shows up before heading out along the path. ]

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[idolpro]

She could potentially catch Talon!

Though, he seems to be heading to Gotham.

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[softlyfalling]

[ in that case, well, she'll try and catch up to him. ]