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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 19, 2010 20:06:58 GMT -5
"Forever," he said sullenly. "Probably." He wondered if they were supposed to talk to someone, give their statement, or something, and he hoped not. He just wanted to go inside and hide.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 19, 2010 21:49:33 GMT -5
"I hope not," she said, starting to sound worried.
"I want to perform a sending before too much time has passed."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 19, 2010 21:54:36 GMT -5
"A what?" Did she mean mail? Or a parcel?
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Post by Yuna on Feb 19, 2010 23:44:51 GMT -5
"A Sending. So that the soul who has died does not turn into a monster."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 20, 2010 11:31:50 GMT -5
"Oh." That was all he said. He gave up on trying to understand and think. "I'll go ask," he offered.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 20, 2010 15:47:02 GMT -5
"Okay," she said, eyeing the apartment across the way.
"It's a very peaceful thing, you'll see." She added, sensing the confusion.
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 20, 2010 16:59:32 GMT -5
Peace is good in a world of violence and he mustered up the strength to approach one of the men. "Excuse me sir. Could you tell me where the poor unfortunate woman will be taken? We would like to pay our last respects..."
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Post by Yuna on Feb 21, 2010 15:09:55 GMT -5
"Opera house morgue," the man answered.
"Most of the bad cases go there these days."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 21, 2010 15:36:31 GMT -5
He shot a glance at Yuna. "Thank you. Very kind of you." Perhaps they could go and get some food on the way. Not that he was hungry, but it had been a long day already and he should get some sustenance.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 21, 2010 23:55:08 GMT -5
The opera house morgue. In a city this size, with the many possible deaths there were...
She was surprised this place wasn't completely overrun by monsters, considering the sheer number of unsent there must be.
"We'll wait a bit, give them room, and then we'll pay it a visit." She said softly.
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 22, 2010 11:49:44 GMT -5
"Yes." He needed some room too and made his way back to his apartment. No one stopped him so he figured it was OK. Trembling he sat down on his bed, taking a couple deep breaths to stop himself from bursting out in tears.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 22, 2010 18:13:46 GMT -5
Yuna went back into Yann's apartment, closing the door behind her. Her mind was awhirl with a lot of thoughts, and she sat down on the couch and tried to sort them out.
The nature of this world was odd, and it seemed that whenever she tried to figure it out, something came along to contradict the conclusion she'd come to. She almost dreaded going into the morgue--what else would she find that would turn the things she'd figured on their heads?
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 22, 2010 18:40:23 GMT -5
((let's make that a chair, shall we? )) He barely looked up when she sat down. For a short moment he resented her, as if it was all her fault, but he quickly suppressed that. Without her, things would be a lot worse, not better. He tried to smile but failed, as if any and all smiles had left his body and he would never be cheerful again.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 22, 2010 21:50:51 GMT -5
"Well," she said, breaking the silence.
"This world is certainly as dangerous as mine."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Feb 22, 2010 22:26:02 GMT -5
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He was so beaten that nothing made sense anymore and he wasn't sure of anything.
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