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Limbo
Aug 19, 2016 4:22:04 GMT -6
Post by Tayl on Aug 19, 2016 4:22:04 GMT -6
You died. How? Well, that doesn't really matter. Maybe you died at the end of a climactic battle, maybe you died in your sleep after an accomplished life, or maybe you were all ready to be a useless piece of shit all day and play all these games when you tragically fell down some stairs. If only someone had told you about the stairs! It's also possible that you happen to be friends with some death-related friends, and you're just here to casually drop in. Maybe you don't remember anything and have no idea why you're here. Either way, it's fortunate that you had the foresight to die in Meridian. In other worlds you might've just gone straight to Hell or into eternal blackness, but it seems that Meridian's default afterlife might give you some chance to find your way back to the world of the living! For now, though, you're on a black-and-white street that stretches on endlessly, embellished with only blank, white, blocky buildings and a large number of shadowy silhouettes ambling about. Some of these shadows seem to be walking right through the walls of the buildings - perhaps you should follow suit? {{ Note: you don't have to have died in a given thread to be able to post here! Your OC doesn't really even have to have died off-screen, really. Weird things happen in Meridian! }}
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Limbo
Aug 19, 2016 4:40:34 GMT -6
Post by Exuro on Aug 19, 2016 4:40:34 GMT -6
Miles Metzger and Osmund Jones had not had a great day.
What started as any average operation for upper-level field employees of Capital Defense quickly went in a decidedly downward direction, in more ways than one. Following the building collapse that more or less disabled both men, the combination of Erol and a rampaging Flann ensured a quick, if not painless, end for Ozzie and Miles, respectively. On that note, both of them seemed to be taken by the fact that not only had their injuries healed, but their tattered armor fixed up and looking newer than the day it had been issued.
Without anything else to go on, the pair gave mutual shrugs and start off in the direction of the shadows, following suit as they attempted to walk straight through the wall-- with only minimal hesitation from Miles as they stepped through. Notably, a good number of those entering the various walls wore the same distinctive Capital Defense logo as Miles and Ozzie, a good indication as to the widespread scale of Erol and company's attack on the CDHQ building.
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Limbo
Jan 11, 2017 2:59:45 GMT -6
Post by Tayl on Jan 11, 2017 2:59:45 GMT -6
The wall would lead them right into what appeared to be an ordinary waiting room, though perhaps a little more sterile. Blank white floors and walls that seemed to have no end, blank white furniture... but there were still magazines, potted plants, and barely-audible TVs hung up on the wall. Some things never change! Like any good office, there was also a secretary at a cluttered desk, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. She didn't even seem properly dressed, what with the off-the-shoulder sweater that showed a little too much to be appropriate for a work environment. But, hey, it's the afterlife! No limits!!! "Ugh, great. More of this. Just want to finish my damn reading," she muttered, carelessly flinging the mediocre romance novel she was reading over her shoulder. "What do you want?" she asked angrily, as though she expected anyone other than herself to know what was going on. This isn't very good secretary-ing. Hopefully this place has a Yelp page to vent on!
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Limbo
Jan 11, 2017 3:08:47 GMT -6
Post by Exuro on Jan 11, 2017 3:08:47 GMT -6
Both men hesitated to respond when addressed for a moment, taking in their rather unassuming surroundings. This certainly wasn't what either of them had in mind when picturing an afterlife, that's for sure.
"...Yes, I think? I'm pretty sure that we're dead-"
"No shit, Miles. We're pretty obviously dead. Getting cleaved in half by a huge flaming sword isn't something you just hallucinate in the midst of a Jet overdose. Isn't your job to judge or weigh souls or whatever the hell actually happens around here?"
The latter half of Ozzie's remark was directed at the questionably-dressed secretary, the irritation in his voice quite plainly evident. Apparently death didn't sit too well with him, huh?
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Limbo
Jan 16, 2017 8:23:39 GMT -6
Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 8:23:39 GMT -6
The secretary - whose nameplate read "Clevae" - glared at Ozzie, evidently not sympathizing with his reasonable response to being dead. "No, that's not my job," she scoffed, crossing her arms. "Just go sit down and wait for someone to call you in. Ugh."Well, that wasn't very helpful, either! At least there were no shortage of places to sit and presumably a short waiting time, considering the only other person visible in the room was a bleary-eyed 20-something leaning back in a chair close to the desk. "What're you in for?" he asked the two, tilting his head to face them. "Heard something about flaming swords. Haven't experienced that yet."meanwhile, somewhere far away, hellscream got an idea
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Limbo
Feb 14, 2017 23:50:55 GMT -6
Post by Exuro on Feb 14, 2017 23:50:55 GMT -6
Ozzie returned to his seat with no further complaints, a string of vaguely-profane mumbling aside, once Clevae set things straight. Miles, meanwhile, turned his attention to the purple-haired stranger sitting in the seat next to his, offering the most sincere smile that a person who just got horribly pummeled to death could. Dicro nonwithstanding.
"Well, we were defending our headquarters against a huge attack by a bunch of strange folks when the main complex kinda... exploded. That didn't kill us, per se, but it made the big scary red thing's job a lot easier when it came time to throttle me with what seemed like the worst bad hair day ever."
That's certainly one way of putting it.
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Limbo
May 11, 2017 22:22:59 GMT -6
Post by Tayl on May 11, 2017 22:22:59 GMT -6
The man raised an eyebrow at Miles' explanation, though probably not as high as the average person would have. "Huh. Sounds pretty exciting. I just got my head blown off again," he commented, slinging an arm around the back of his chair. "You, uh... you guys from Celestella then? Sounds like something Hellscream would do, but he usually works alone. Guess she could've been there. And I guess I know a scary red thing, but it's pretty small and doesn't really have all that much hair."There was an undertone of frustration in his voice as he continued on, realizing that his theory was probably wrong and he had no idea where these guys were from. And if he didn't know where they were from, he had even less of an idea of why he was here.
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Limbo
May 12, 2017 0:29:17 GMT -6
Post by Exuro on May 12, 2017 0:29:17 GMT -6
After a few moments of silence, the combined result of disbelief at the man's words and a failed attempt to come up with some sort of response, Miles finally went to speak, only for Ozzie to interject himself into the conversation.
"Wait, AGAIN? What kind of operation do you people run around here, anyways?"
12/10 worst toast quality of the toastening
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Limbo
Jul 19, 2017 21:08:00 GMT -6
Post by Tayl on Jul 19, 2017 21:08:00 GMT -6
[lysis][clevae] "Excuse me, if you have an issue with the way we run things then you can take it up with management," Clevae spoke up, voice so sharp that it would've decapitated everyone in the room had they not already been dead. She returned to dicking around on her phone working just as quickly as she had spoken up. "Oh, shit. This is your guys' first time dying? Damn, my bad. You guys probably feel like total shit," the man apologized. "Well, this ain't my first rodeo, so if you're here and I'm here I bet that means you'll get brought back to life."He paused and contemplated this. This wasn't his usual post-death joint, so what did that mean? "...Or that I won't."He paused again. "Well. Win-win," he mumbled under his breath with a shrug.
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Limbo
Jul 21, 2017 0:56:24 GMT -6
Post by Exuro on Jul 21, 2017 0:56:24 GMT -6
You'll have to excuse my friend's disposition. The whole dying thing is new to us, and where we're from the dead don't exactly just pop back up out of their graves all fine and dandy. Well, maybe Lieutenant Stearns, but she's something else entirely. Anyways, my name's Miles, and my companion here is Ozzie. We work... well, worked... for a mercenary company by the name of Capital Defense. It has ties to a universal hub of sorts called Meridian, which is where this nasty business went down. I'm not sure if that rings any bells, but I'm told that things work a bit differently here. Or there, as it were."
Ozzie, for his part, returned to his previous routine of displeased grumbling for a brief time before lapsing into silence, leaning back on the hind legs of his chair as far as the wall would allow him. Not like he has to worry about falling backwards out of it and getting hurt now, after all.
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