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[anonymia]

[You have died. The circumstances in your own world somehow worked out that you've died and now your soul has been cast adrift to go to whatever destination it may. There's a sort of nothingness all around, and you yourself are also a nothingness. It's hard to tell how long you've been in this state and all that you know for certain is that you're dead...

Then, slowly, there is a pulling, something drawing you away from where you were, pulling and pulling, as if you've been caught in some invisible net.]

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[lovedinrain]

[?????]

[Drifting that way, if it can't be helped.]

[anonymia]

[eventually she may become aware of a presence, something that seems to move through the thing that's caught her and plucks at it gently, then sliding around her slowly, curious, but also a bit purposeful.

She may start to feel more distinct, more as if she has a physical self, though whatever is there with her remains incorporeal and things like senses don't matter too much.

We are separate...

The thought she "hears" come to her as if in her own voice, but it is distinctly not hers.]

[lovedinrain]

[She tries speaking.]

Separate...? Who are you?

[anonymia]

[Her voice seems not to have sound, yet the words are communicated.

Who? The question "echos" and sounds off into a space that seems empty, but slowly filling.

I... only am.]

[lovedinrain]

I'm Juri.

[Sighs, or an approximation of it.]

So what happens now?

[anonymia]

[The presence seems to curl and turn, a bit concerned, it plucks again at the "net" that surrounds her.

You are being sought. Not by your own world. The ones who came say they are brought there... to save a world. For second chances...]

[lovedinrain]

I can feel it... pulling, I guess...

[She's curious.]

What do you mean?

[anonymia]

[They died, but were sought out and now are living again, in a world that isn't their own. They are living... for many many reasons. The thought seems to pause here, to express some of its own confusion wordlessly. ...Sometimes, they aren't happy. They are living... but there are many many regrets among them.

...Would you go to such a place? It feels like... the world is very empty. But living seems hard...]

[lovedinrain]

Saving a world sounds like a task that's far too big for just one person to possibly do. What's wrong with it? Will anyone I know be there?

[irealdoll]

[A net...?

Well, this promises something different at least. Goes with it.]

[anonymia]

[After an unmeasured moment, though, the pulling stops. There is the growing feeling of something in the space with her, a presence and pressure. Slowly she starts to feel more as if she has a physical form again, although senses still are fairly meaningless.

She can feel the presence consider something for a moment, before she "hears" something that speaks to her in a voice much like her own, but obviously not hers.

Who.. are you?]

[irealdoll]

[That sounds too much like her for comfort. Even if this presence clearly isn't the Grail...

Lifts her chin slightly in not-quite defiance, if that's even possible.]

Irisviel. And you?

[anonymia]

[It frets at this question for a moment, but still having no answer, it finally just says

I.. am me.]

[irealdoll]

[She'll accept that.]

...Hello, you.

[anonymia]

[Whatever it is seems to brighten, perhaps a bit familiarly, as it's that same feeling of "experiencing something new" that she probably knows so well. Hello... yes.

The feel of the presence moves "around" her, before seeming to touch whatever has her tangled up. Irisviel.. is being sought.]

[irealdoll]

[There's a little camaraderie here, and it's an enjoyable feeling.

Is she being freed...? Holds still, cooperative.]

I am? Who seeks me?

[anonymia]

[It doesn't try to free her yet, but there may be the sense that it is holding it still, keeping her from drifting with it like she was before.

They are called "gods."

You have died, and they seek the dead to give them life again in that world. One not your own.]

[ephedra]

[hmmm okay

he's curious, so he'll follow that pull]

[anonymia]

[It's hard to tell exactly how long he is pulled along but he will be able to tell when the pull stops again, even without the true sense of directions existing.

After another moment he starts to feel more definite, a little more like he has a physical body, and from that he can tell something else is in that pull with him, holding it still as it looks him over.

You have died...]

[ephedra]

[being looked over is uncomfortable, but the solidness is nice, so he won't complain]

Sure have.

[and damn the inbred fool who did it]

[anonymia]

[Now you are being sought... That which pulls you means to take you to a world where you can live again.

It plucks gently on the force that has him caught.]

[ephedra]

Is that so?

[first thought: without his purpose, what's the point?

second: what's the point of drifting instead?]

What for?

[anonymia]

[Some told me they were supposed to save the world... To fix what is broken... Some think it is a second chance. I.. don't know. There are many many "what-fors"]

[ephedra]

[considers this for a moment



if a "shrug" can be voiced, it is]

Good enough for me. Hanging around dead is useless.

[anonymia]

[Seems to wonder at his seeming nonchalance.

It is a world not your own. You are sure? If there is a "somewhere else" you were supposed to go once dead, you may not go there, even eventually, if you are not freed...]