despairfolk | this too (train to the afterlife meme)

Congratulations! You're dead.

Maybe you know how, maybe you don't. Perhaps the memory is fuzzy, or perhaps it's crystal clear down to the look in your comrades' eyes. Maybe it was your time; you've done all you wanted to. Or maybe you weren't at all ready to go, maybe you went out kicking and screaming - but none of it matters. You know you're dead, and the train is taking you to an afterlife. Perhaps an afterlife of your choice; you might've earned that heaven. Or perhaps you've earned something else entirely.

It'll be a bit of a journey, though, so you might as well take your time and talk to the other people in your coach. Death knows no place: most of them are strangers, even from faraway worlds. But death knows no time either, so who knows, some of them may be people you know, even if last you knew, they were alive - or long gone.

Oh look, here comes the snack cart.

All the usual:
★ Post with your character's name and canon in the subject line.
★ Said character is now dead for whatever reason - canon, AU, what have you. They are on a train with other dead people from many other times, places and worlds.
★ Characters don't know for a fact where they're headed - just a general awareness that they're going to some kind of afterlife. Whatever they think it is is up to the player.
★ This meme is built especially for cross-canon interaction, and potentially for threadjacking and group threading - if you're interested, may be a good idea to state as much in your subject line.
★ Tag around and play nice!
★ TRIGGER WARNING: Meme obviously deals with death and may deal with other unpleasant themes as a result. Please be cautious.

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Edited 2015-02-09 09:29 (UTC)

[ Neku's seated near one of the windows at the head of the coach, eyes fixated on somewhere that's seemingly beyond the floor of the train, repeatedly processing the events in his head one by one. Or rather, he attempts to, because the only thing he can recall is a pool of blood spilling across the pavement.

A feeling of dread he's already familiar with spreads through him as he looks back to Joshua for what's maybe the fiftieth time in the past two minutes, still wracked with disbelief.

Barely audible: ]

You can't fix this?

[ For the first time in Neku's life (haha), Joshua isn't smiling. He hasn't said a word since seeing Neku show up on the train, waiting for his former proxy to comprehend what had happened. Neku wasn't supposed to die so soon after all of that. It's hard not to be angry over this. Joshua folds his arms, unfolds them, and then settles them back in his lap-- and then shuffles to the seat closest to the window.

At least when he got involved, Neku got a second chance.

He sits across from Neku, legs folded and eyes focused nowhere in particular. He could say he's sorry about Neku's accident, but that sounds fake, and he didn't want to acknowledge it quite yet. He'd die (hahax2) before he'd admit it willingly. The anger seeps through his voice when he all but forces his words past his teeth. Joshua's hands ball into tight fists, blood draining from his knuckles. ]

It's out of my hands.

[ no porn faces here no siree ]

[ The first thing he realizes is that he shouldn't be here. Ryoji isn't actually all too sure where here is or how he even got here, but he knows that this isn't a place meant for his kind, especially not after-

He exhales shakily, and the second realization is that he's, well, Ryoji, and that's starting to raise questions all on its own.

Ryoji makes to stand up and investigate the rest of the area, but a certain shade of blue catches his eye and he all but falls on his face in the process. His brows knit together as he lifts a tentative hand, unsure if what he's seeing is real, or if he ought to wave, or who knows what.

Instead, he cautiously perches on the seat across from Minato's, uncomfortable in his own skin. ]

..Do you know what stop you're getting off at?

[ Should he be scared? Should there be something of reaction that wasn't... so calm?

Minato doesn't know, honestly. His MP3 keep cutting out in the middle of the track, rewinding, and then going back. Something is unusual, maybe wrong, but he feels relaxed so it can't be worth making a fuss about. He doesn't know how to react, so he doesn't. Instead, he folds his hands on his lap and focuses on the light pouring through the windows. It dawns on him that he knows exactly where this train is taking him, if the heat in his chest and the peaceful way everything seems to settle into place is any indication.

He feels the warmth in his chest. That must be the light of the sun on the roof of the school. His mind cycles through everyone he knows, all his social links, everyone at the dorm, and Ryoji- oh god, Ryoji- ]

Ah-

[ -And then there's his voice, and his body there in front of him in normally impossible situations. Minato's shoulders relax more, and he leans against the seat, nearly, rolling into his usual slouch. He turns the MP3 down, and just as softly as his smile, eases into conversation. ]

The light, right?

Edited (formatting.) 2015-02-28 08:47 (UTC)

[ Vincent jolts awake on his side of the couch, clutching his chest and inhales until he chokes on air. The dull sensation of having been pierced in the chest passes and instead the vision of the Glen flashes through his mind, the blade-and he exhales this time, slowly and breath unsteady. Ah, right--- But he had been sure that wasn't fatal. It didn't hurt enough, or was it not deep enough? His head hurts, but it isn't time to complain about that when it seems to be fading. Instead he settles for looking around. Wherever this was, he didn't fall asleep here, did someone move him while he was asleep? Brother?

Scanning the interior of the train compartment, Vincent finally settles his gaze on the familiar sitting across from him. For the moment, there's no anger registering not yet, just the mild confusion after waking from a long sleep. ]

[ Slowly, his voice still trembling. ] Hatter...?

Edited 2015-02-28 06:34 (UTC)

[ He's been here longer than Vincent- long enough to know that the passage of time doesn't matter, because the lights outside have yet to change regardless of how many hours go by. Even with his vision back, his body still feels heavy, the numbness of death clinging to his limbs, the weight of Reim and Sharon holding him still-

The thought stops there, because the blond is stirring and looking quite like the child he was a hundred years ago when they first met. He doesn't bother to straighten up in his seat when Vincent's eyes find him, only allowing for his good eye to narrow at the vulnerability it's currently seeing.

For what seems like the first time in ages, Break laughs. ]

I suppose it wouldn't be damnation without a rat or two loitering about on the way, hm?

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