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Post by ketaro on Apr 13, 2010 14:16:19 GMT -5
Several moments passed as Mana simple stood on the spot with a dazed look across her face. The talking going on next to her didn't even register with her, even her eyes were unsure of what they were looking at before her. Her mind then suddenly clicked back into place and all of her senses immediately felt overwhelmed. 'Wha-Jack, Rachael, what happened? Are you there? Why aren't you answering me!? Wait, I remember, that explosion. Oh nooo...that fall, no no no, don't tell me I'm dead. I can't be dead. Crap I'm dead. But if I'm dead...would this be the afterlife? This can't be heaven can it? No, impossible. If you take into my line work and how I've done things over...the...years.....'
Eyes widening, a realization suddenly dawned on her as she promptly began to freak out. "Oh SHIT!! I'm in hell! I knew it! I knew I was gonna end up here if I died! Dammit dammit noooo! Why did this have to happen to me! Well I mean I guess its only natural that someone like me would end up in hell but why did I have to end up in hell of all places!" Her rambling continued in such a similar manner, quieter and to herself though, as she dropped to the floor in a sitting position, which was moreso caused by the shoes she was wearing than her emotional distress as she'd never worn heels before, and cradling her head with her hands. Clearly this sudden turn of events was going completely in the wrong direction for her.
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 13, 2010 20:28:22 GMT -5
Jake simply stood there, looking dazed for some time. He took in the surroundings, smelling the alcohol and hearing the soft conversation around him. He remembered the lights of the Pick-Up jumping towards him, blinding whiteness eradicating the park, the other people, the sky, everything. The impact that Jake had expected, however, had never come. Instead Jake had found himself in white limbo, where he had hung for Gaia knows how long until he suddenly stood here.
The first thing he noticed was a feeling that was both strange and familiar. Like something he had felt before, but not in a long while. He pushed it back and looked more at the surroundings, noticing the confused people who started talking now. He wanted to join in, but as he registered their clothes he looked down on himself, noticing his own strange getup. Suddenly he felt very restricted. "Bummer, this will totally not go..." he mumbled to himself, then knelt down and began rolling upthe cuffs of his pants beyond the knee.
As he was finishing that up he noticed Mana beginning to blurt out her speech about being in hell. Jake took off his Tailcoat, hanging it over his arm as he began to roll up his shirtcuffs, and walked over to Mana, who was sitting on the ground now. He knelt next to her and reached out with his hand, both his sleeves rolled up beyond the elbow now "Hey there. I'm Jake."
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Post by ketaro on Apr 14, 2010 14:01:14 GMT -5
Her ramblings cut short as she was addressed and it was a few moments before Mana looked up at the man who had spoken to her. She flinched away from his hand as her mind began racing again, coming up with all sorts of wild possibilities about Jake being some sort of demon, surely, meaning to torture her for the rest of her life...death. No, afterlife. Yes, that one.
'Oh! But what if this guy is simply another person in the same situation as me? Yes! That totally makes sense. How does that make sense? No, it's too late to bother worrying about it now then.' Her hand slowly came up to grasp Jake's offered hand now. 'That's right, I'm already here, I might as well try to make the best of it. Per haps it won't be so bad. Hah, yes, perhaps hell won't be so bad. Good one...'
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Post by SuperDrops on Apr 15, 2010 17:06:25 GMT -5
Carefully Jake gripped her hand with a sunny, close-eyed smile while he entusiastically shook it. "You seem to be a little out of it." Jake said and stood up, trying to pull her with him. "You know, you shouldn't worry too much..." Jake continued as he scanned the room. "...I assume from your confused demeanor and your little breakdown there that you don't know anyone here either. However, I've woken up in stranger places with stranger people, and it always worked out, so don't worry." He went on, then, after another look at his garb added "Never in stranger clothes though..." He fell silent for a moment, then look at his hand slightly dazed, which was still holding Manas. "My name's Jake, by the way."
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Post by ketaro on Apr 15, 2010 18:21:01 GMT -5
She responded with a little bit of nervous laughter as she stood up with his aid. "Well, I suppose that's suppose to reassure me. So, um, ok." At his mention of strange clothes she finally noticed that she, too, was not wearing what she thought she was. Giving herself a quick glance over, Mana actually quite liked what she saw. Releasing Jake's hand she did a little twirl, catching herself at the end from falling down again. "Wow, this is pretty new. I like it. Who knew Hell had such good fashion sense. Heh, well except for the shoes of course. How do normal girls wear these?" Mana lifted up the hem of her dress slightly to get a look at the heeled slippers adorning her feet. Sure they looked nice, but she certainly wasn't finding them all too comfortable. "Oh!" she said as she let go of her dress, "Right, I'm Mana. Nice to meet you." Her tone was quite cheery all of a sudden, having made rather a quick recovery apparently from how she had been only a minute ago.
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Post by This One on Apr 15, 2010 18:50:54 GMT -5
The man shook his head. "Das ist nicht nötig."
Oh yeah. The people in his coma dream seemed to only speak English, didn't they? Time to get used to that one. "Er, it is to say, you can drop the formalities, mnh? Reiner is fine... Deivet, was it?"
He took another quick glance around the room. Everyone seemed dressed so formally. Was this one of those high class parties? And of what era?
"Eh, just a, ah, confirmation, mnh, Deivet? Tell me, what year is this?"
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 15, 2010 21:26:00 GMT -5
(They're not really big heels, Ket, just short ones. Think the size of heels Dorothy had in Wizard of Oz.)
Nayra blinked in surprise at the request from the German. "The year?" she asked first. "Why, 2032, of course."
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Post by This One on Apr 15, 2010 21:41:28 GMT -5
Reiner's attention turned to the girl and he cocked his head to the side, a puzzled look on his face. "Wie bitte? I'm sorry, but I think I misheard you, Miss, eh...?" He gave a pause for her to introduce herself.
"Uh, you said it is 2032, yes? Ah, but that year, it hasn't happened yet. It is 1987, is it not?"
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Post by Veros on Apr 15, 2010 22:09:02 GMT -5
Deivet nodded, "Reiner it is then, and yes, it is Deivet."
Deivet tilted his head to the side and his expression sharpened a bit, "Last I checked, both of you are wrong. It's 1884."
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Post by This One on Apr 16, 2010 8:44:24 GMT -5
"1884?" he asked, scoffing a bit. "So, she is saying it is fifty years into the future, and you are saying it is one hundred years into the past, right?" He gave a slight grin, believing this still to be a figment of his own imagination. "Oh weh, I hit my head harder than I thought," he mumbled mostly to himself. "I am going to have a hell of a migraine when I wake up from this."
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 16, 2010 12:02:10 GMT -5
"Your head?" Nayra asked, turning back to him as if something had suddenly clicked. "What happened before you came here?"
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Post by This One on Apr 16, 2010 13:26:32 GMT -5
"I was in a car accident," he explained. "Er, it was not exactly an 'accident', but... An auto wreck, mnh? It's the last thing I remember before I ended up wherever this is."
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Post by Veros on Apr 16, 2010 16:13:36 GMT -5
"Hit your head in a wreck? Funny. Last I remember was falling off the face of a cliff towards spikes. Probably shouldn't have tried the jump - but the tree branch broke under my feet before I could jump." He only paused for a moment before he started rambling.
"If he got into a wreck, I fell off a cliff... That means we've died and this must be the afterlife. Even you, Nayra. So, what killed you?" He bit into the flesh on the side of his thumb. "Although that means all of us Anrevents were wrong... That means I maybe able to find answers for why we happen."
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Post by zandyne on Apr 17, 2010 2:50:20 GMT -5
She spent most of the conversation staring at them, trying to analyze them for finer details, but her vision didn't seem as smart as previously. All she could glean from them were of course their visual features and dress. The chatter of the afterlife and one of the female's panic evoked a sliver of worry, but only for the Speaker's own safety. There were guesses of what happened to one's consciousness after death, none she truly ascribed to but had learned from collected files.
They all spoke of what should have been fatal last moments for humans, and admittedly she had that in common with them as well. The year didn't bother her very much, time was relative to the counter. But these theories they were tossing around annoyed her intellect enough to speak up.
"Empiricism is more of a fallacy than an asset for the current situation, so is your neurotic care for the year. I doubt time, if it even is a factor, is of great importance or hindrance to whatever has drawn all of us together if it could whisk us to this gathering."
She tucked her hands behind her, more to keep herself from pulling off her gloves rather than to look more important, "I suggest we test for if these are even 'our' bodies to begin with. Theology has nothing to do with obtaining the current truth, so I recommend discarding it as a possibility for the moment. Same for any wish-wash of this being a scenario concocted by a barely functional dream."
The authority in her voice would probably do more to confuse her fellows than help them. It wouldn't surprise her if they simply started an argument, human males tended to be difficult to deal with when it came to diplomacy.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 17, 2010 9:13:22 GMT -5
Nayra nodded in agreement with Arkaya, rather than answering the question of the year (she had not spoken of the matter since giving it from her perspective when asked) or of what had happened. "The child is correct," she stated in support. "Though I have little doubt that this is my real body for reasons that are not pertinent at this time, the details of our arrival are largely irrelevant until after we determine where we have arrived and for what purpose. It is apparent we are each from different times, or from different measurements of time. It is also apparent that certain trends precluded our arrival, but it is better that we do not attempt to apply spiritual preconceptions to it. I for one still have a beating heart, fluid pumping through my veins, and a quite physical body, so it would be illogical to presume that I am some sort of spirit in an unknown afterlife. I also do not prescribe to the notion that we all are sharing a dream, particularly considering the rest of the circumstances. In short, for now, we are here, wherever here is, and that should suffice until further data presents itself."
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