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Secret Log: Purgatory

Congrats on your untimely death! After you die, you will awaken in a very drab waiting room. The only other people in the waiting area seems to be the others who also died back at the cabin. On the wall, there is a sign that reads: Welcome to Purgatory! Please take a number and wait while your soul is processed for its next destination. Thank you. Sure enough, under the sign there is one of those old number ticket machines.

From there, there is nothing to do but... wait! There are plenty of old chairs to sit in (some are even comfortable), along with stacks of magazines that are all discontinued. If you get hungry, there is a cabinet and fridge that is full of various discontinued snacks and drinks. Fancy yourself a New Coke or Pepsi Blue?

Finally, there is an old fashioned tv and antennae. You can use this either to watch some cancelled shows or watch a feed of what's going on back at the cabin. You'll have to deal with adjusting the antenna regularly and bad reception though.

That's about it for purgatory though! Enjoy your stay.

[OOC: This is the log for all the characters that die during the October Horror plot! It's up to you if your character is still affected by the roles given to them by the plot. Please do not discuss or link this log anywhere outside the Purgatory chat until October 15th. After October 15th, this log will be shown to everyone else. ]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

[Honestly, at this point the blood didn't even really faze him. Or he didn't notice. It was a little hard to tell the difference.]

I'll do what I can, provided we actually manage to get out of here.

[Possible, but not definite. That was enough to hold off the screaming horror of the unknown for now.]

Waver, by the way. Waver Velvet, or Blackthorn if you prefer. Either's fine.

[unreachableside]

[Not like the waiting room czars gave them showers.]

This would be a lame afterlife if we didn't. It's been... four days? I've been here since day one. [He got torn apart by ghouls, as one does.] Maybe they're waiting for everyone out there to die.

[Marty had said something. Blade, unfortunately, hadn't been paying attention.]

Blade. [He looks at the cane for a moment longer than is polite, but he's not judging Waver or anything. Turns out he's just a bit of a weapons guy.] Does that cane do anything special?

[fionnuisce]

...I think I've heard of a similar Spirit Gate occurring before--but I wasn't in this world then, so I can only go off what I recall of secondhand accounts. However, what you guess wouldn't surprise me.

[If the staring or the question bothered him, he was excellent at hiding it. Mostly because it didn't and he didn't care.] It has the incredibly special function of 'lets me walk in a straight line', but there's a couple tricks to it here and there. [Waver flipped it around, clicking a switch in the handle to reveal a short hidden blade at the tip.] Not that it helped much, as you can tell by the fact that I'm here.

[unreachableside]

Hmm... [Something to think about, and perhaps ask about, if they get the opportunity.] My past self was unable to stay dead. He would revive after every death without cease. Because of that, it's difficult for me to accept that this is the end.

[Blade continues to look at the cane. He has all sorts of ideas, and no workshop to do anything with. This is the true torture...]

At least you're not defenseless. Still... I could make a few improvements. If you wanted.

[fionnuisce]

I'm having trouble accepting it myself, mostly because I don't really think it's fair that chronic pain persists after death. [He's sarcastic, but also he's got a point.]

...Maybe. I usually don't need more than that, I fight at long range with magic ordinarily. ['Present circumstances excluded' didn't need to be said, as the blade retracted and cane was lowered to lean against his chair.]

[unreachableside]

... No, it isn't fair. [Kind of shit, actually.] The beast in my head hasn't said anything. Maybe I'm free. Maybe I'm not. I'm not getting my hopes up.

[He taps his fingers on the side of his folded arms while he listens.]

Have you considered projectiles?

[fionnuisce]

... [Yeah, that might as well happen. Please don't go feral in an enclosed space, Blade.]

I use projectiles on occasion. I'm not looking to augment the damn thing to turn into a rifle, though.

[unreachableside]

[What is he gonna do, kill someone?

When Waver mentions a gun, Blade's expression twists into something like disgust.]

A gun? Don't insult me. Guns are such an inelegant, wasteful, arrogant weapon. If anything, the modifications would fire knives or darts—not bullets.

I am a craftsman. I make weapons worth writing songs about. A gun is barely worth the evening news.

[fionnuisce]

...Fair enough. [look he doesn't like guns either, disregard that he has a gunner dressphere and was going ham with a shotgun not twenty minutes ago.]

But I'm not shooting knives out of my cane; it's designed for short range emergencies. All my magecraft is meant to be used at long range as it is; more of that wouldn't help me that much.

[unreachableside]

[People do crazy things when they try to survive. Blade knows that better than anyone.]

I suppose you have a point. [Thinking...] I could reinforce the blade. Make it stronger without it growing heavier, and give it an enchantment. As long as I see it every few weeks I could keep it maintained for you. Something more permanent will take a lot of energy and it would be limited to wind magic; I wouldn't be able to guarantee anything until next month.

Assuming we all make it out of here, [he adds.]

[fionnuisce]

Well...actually, that does sound helpful. If we actually manage to live through this, I might take you up on that.

[because ultimately yeah it's just a mundane little knife, that could always be better.]

[unreachableside]

[Blade's lips curve in a way that should have been a smile on anyone else, but on him it looks plain murderous. He's not a mean guy, but there's something. Wrong??? Blame the demon possession and the fact he's not used to smiling.]

I find a little lightning tends to make people rethink their distance.

My forge is in Hyrule. I can show you my work if you come by.

[fionnuisce]

Yeah, don't have to tell me twice on that one.

[Weirdly, the smile didn't seem to bother him either. (Though in that case, he'd probably seen scarier people than Blade. Not by much, but.)]

I could stand to go back to Hyrule, sure.