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

Re: ... START

[idolpro]

It's very solid. It's a well-built coffin, for someone dear.

But he's aware, somehow, of the concept that oxygen is finite. The thought pops into his brain as he moves.

He has to get out.

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[gigadevilbreaker]

"Shit."

Without his powers, the next thing he tries is his arm - he can make use of the metal grappling hook to hack at the wood, better than if he just tried to punch it.

With an 11 Tough roll, that seems like it's working.]

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[idolpro]

Well, the coffin is well made, but whoever made it did not count on it being attacked and destroyed from the inside.

Granted, that means he is now overwhelmed by dirt from the incoming collapse. But surely, he can handle a little bit of dirt.

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[gigadevilbreaker]

[I see that should've been an act under pressure roll before, but this sure seems like an act under pressure situation too and I rolled again with a 10

Nero sputters at first, but resolutely clams his mouth shut to keep from suffocating on dirt-- dig, fuckin' dig you motherfucker!]

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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.

Re: ... START

[gigadevilbreaker]

[By the time he claws his way out, Nero is panting and wheezing... trying his best to rub his face clear of the dirt and blow it out his nose, but god. This sucks.

Once he takes stock of his surroundings, he pauses. Glances back to read the name on the gravestone, with a sinking feeling in his gut.]

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[idolpro]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd is written on the stone.

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[gigadevilbreaker]

[There goes the pit of his stomach. With a dark groan, Nero dusts himself off some more and starts walking towards the city.]

All right. It's you and me again, Gotham.

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[idolpro]

To save Nero time, he comes across a conversation.