The Wheels of Sansara go Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round... [Open/Active]

[guardiangunman]

Who: Haru, Mello, Ricardo, OPEN
Where: The attic
When: Day 002
What: Haru, Mello, and Ricardo rise from the dead. No, they are not zombies. No, they don't get it either.
Warnings: Rated PG-13 for two guys who curse like sailors and one who hates everything right now.

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[is_not_number1]

The first thing Mello noticed upon waking up was that he had absolutely no idea where he was. He definitely didn’t recognize it. It reminded him of some sort of… attic. It looked like an attic. Was he still in the same fucking house? He hadn’t known about an attic, but then again, the upstairs part of the house had been locked up.

How the hell had he gotten here?

The last thing he could remember was having been attacked by… zombie dogs. Zombie dogs-- Mello didn’t know of any other way to describe the things that had attacked him. He did know, however, that his injuries had hardly allowed him to run, and it had taken a pathetically short amount of time for the dogs to catch up to him.

…Was he dead?

He had been sure they’d killed him. There was no way he could have survived that sort of attack.

Was this what it felt like to die?

It couldn’t have been. He couldn’t have had died… No.

Mello might not have had experience in dying, but something told him that he wasn’t dead right now. He felt alive. How could he have been dead when he felt like he was going to be sick?

It was upon trying to sit up that Mello noticed not only that he felt as though he were still alive, but that his physical condition seemed to be perfectly alright as well. If the dogs hadn’t killed him, he’d assumed they would have left him terribly injured at the very least. This apparently wasn’t the case, however; moving his body, seemed to be both entirely possible and surprisingly painless.

Even before the dogs had gotten to him, Mello had been undeniably injured. But now… he definitely wasn’t. He wasn’t in pain. Not even when he moved. All of the injuries he’d received since having arrived here, it seemed, had vanished completely. How--

He was distracted when he heard someone else speaking-was that Soldato? Mello glanced over towards the direction from which the voice had come to give the guy a rather perplexed stare. Why the hell was he stating his name like that? He didn’t appear to be talking to anyone.

“No kidding,” he muttered dryly.

Despite the comment, however, Mello couldn't deny his own confusion over why the hell he was still… alive. Alive and unharmed, and apparently in his own body.

Soldato was right. This should have been impossible.

[skater_lynx]

As if awakened into life by someone speaking, Haru looked up from his spot on the floor. He had tucked knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs. The quarter seemed smaller and paler than usual because of his position and the shock of his own death. Haru shuddered. He was intact. All his limbs and every finger neatly back in place.

Dogs. He remembered the dogs. At least he wasn't alone this time which meant there was more of a chance of surviving... Whatever this was. He woke up with two strangers who seemed to know each other. Were there more than just them? It gave him strength. Strength enough to put his mask on and pretend. The whore made a face and added his reply in an annoyed tone.

"Well getting the crap bitten out of you by dead dog is also impossible but that happened. I'm Haru. Where the fuck are we?"

[guardiangunman]

"No. You don't understand." He pointed at himself. "I was dead. The dogs killed me. I died."

His body was up and running, the stern face and calm voice back in place, but his intellect was still chasing it down the alley and shouting for it to wait up. He was silent for a second longer and before he looked up at the brats.

"There are impossible things in this house, but not like this. A soul never returns to the same body after death. This is a fundamental truth about the cycle of rebirth. I don't know if this is a cause or an effect, but if this was allowed to happen then the natural order of things is in complete disarray. Forcing a soul back into an unfit vessel brings disaster for the soul, the body, and the balance of creation. It's not just impossible; it's unacceptable."

After saying as much in one breath as he generally said in one day, he lapsed back into a troubled silence. It was wrong enough to be a reaper’s soul in a human body, but at least he'd discovered that over years. This was the mental equivalent of coming from a sauna and being dropped into icy waters infested with hungry polar bears. And yes, this uneasiness was probably the influence of Hypnos, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. This was more important than his ego.

[is_not_number1]

"Apparently nothing is impossible in this place," Mello remarked, shooting Haru a rather displeased glare. The kid hadn't done anything to deserve it, but what did that matter?

It sounded as though the dogs had gotten all of them killed. Or, rather, attacked all of them. Mello wasn't sure how much reason he had to actually believe that he'd died. But then again, with all that had happened here, he supposed he hardly needed a logical reason to believe it.

He got to his feet to begin pacing the length of the short side of the room, only half listening to Soldato's speech about the cycle of rebirth and disruptions of natural order. The guy might have been going on at length about how there was no way it could have been possible, but he still seemed to be convinced that he had, indeed, died.

"How the hell," he demanded, "do you know that you were dead?" He stopped short and turned to stare at Ricardo with narrowed eyes. "What makes you so sure about that, Soldato?"

[skater_lynx]

"How the hell do you know you're not? What happened to you? Did they just knock you out or something? I know for sure I died my throat was torn out."

Haru caught the look from Mello and stuck his tongue out while getting up from his resting place. He probably thought that Haru was some kid and the quarter was inclined to let him.

"I'm going to go with we're fucked~ So what are you going to do about it Soldato? Report it to the police?"

He extended his arms up into the air then leaned forward resulting in the expected cracking of joints. He checked his pockets to see if anything was missing, nothing. So far dying had benefits.

[guardiangunman]

That was the trouble with reincarnation. He was sure that he'd died because he'd done it before-- that was a strong memory for Hypnos-- but you couldn't just come out and say that. Not without doing irreparable damage to your credibility and perceived sanity. He folded his arms across his chest.

"Because I've seen enough battles to know what kills a man." He was trying to substitute a withering look for a thorough explanation. And why should the brat object? This wasn't the whole truth, but it was a truth, and that was nearly as good.

At least Mello was taking this seriously. It looked like the other brat considered 'massive trespasses against the laws of nature' somewhere between 'bought a bruised apple' and 'tied my shoes wrong' on the scale of disasters.

"An excellent plan." Sarcasm dripped off his words and pooled on the floor. "Why don't you run and find them for me?"

[is_not_number1]

Mello sat down on the edge of a box and sighed sharply, tightly grabbing fistfuls of his own hair in frustration. Soldato's explanation was sensible, but no more so than he could have expected it to be; and it didn't help-- or perhaps it did, he couldn't yet tell-- that he was sure he felt the same way. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was evidently alive now, Mello would have been absolutely positive that he'd been killed.

Unless, of course, he wasn't alive. But... how?

He turned back to glance over at Haru. "I don't know that I wasn't," he snapped. "I didn't say that. I don't think there's any way I could have gotten away from the... zombie dog... things alive, but I still don't understand how the bloody fuck we could be dead right now." He balled his fists, and stood up again to resume pacing. "I don't know about you," he continued, his voice rising, "But I'm pretty damn sure that I'm still in my own body right now, and it's perfectly fucking functional!"

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He couldn't understand how the fuck the kid was taking this situation so lightly, either-- especially since he was apparently so sure that he really had died-- but that didn't matter right now. Irritating or not, it wasn't his concern. Not when he had less than the faintest clue as to whether he was alive.

[skater_lynx]

He crossed his arms and turned away to consider his options. It was pretty damn obvious that they knew each other. Normally he would shrug it off but the longer they spent dwelling on death, the more Haru felt the icy grip of slipping away there. It made seconds seem like days. His death had been horrific but it wasn’t necessarily one he wanted to share. It’d be easier to forget by not sharing especially after a little bit of firecandy.

The possibility of venturing out into the unknown was looking more inviting while being in the presence of these two. Maybe they were scared and covering it with anger. The quarter didn't really care, it made for a tense atmosphere. Haru walked slowly towards the door in spite of his instincts screaming for him not to leave the safety of the group.

"Well~ Maybe I should leave you two alone." Haru looked back over his shoulder coyly but his voice was laced with sarcasm. “Since you know each other so well. But considering I just had throat ripped out and my body eaten by monsters, I’d say today was a shit of a day. I’ll cut my losses and keep moving. So I’m going to find a way, to stay alive as long as possible. You’re welcomed to join me~”

Haru reached for the handle to leave, if not stopped he slams the door hard upon exiting.

Sorry so late, didn't get notif

[guardiangunman]

"The fact that you're in any body is a good indication that you're not dead," Ricardo said, glaring at Mello.

He considered objecting to Haru's implications-- he was not that sort of man, and even if he was, Mello was in the lower limits of tolerable as far as companions went-- but decided against it. Now wasn't the time. He turned his glare on the closed door. The brat was right, in a way. The hallways were probably less safe than this room, considering that nothing had tried to kill them yet, but it woul be wise to figure out where they'd landed this time. He sighed and opened the door.

"If you want to stay alive, avoid loud emotional outbursts. I won't get killed again because of some angry brat."

[is_not_number1]

"Excellent point, Soldato." Mello's tone had taken on an artificially cheerful quality, and he sounded nearly manic. He immediately resumed his pacing, for a few moments becoming oblivious to the others as he buried himself in a daze of his own shock and worries.

He gave a slight jump in surprise when the kid slammed the door; he hadn't been expecting that, and the noise had startled him, but he just as quickly took to following Haru and Ricardo.

He had to admit that being able to move normally again was a relief, though he was quite confused as to how the injuries he'd most recently attained had healed so completely. And well, for that matter; not even the deepest bites the monsters had given him had left scars.

That was both interesting and decidedly strange. Dying might have healed him terribly unrealistically, but it certainly had no effect on injuries that had already healed. He pulled one glove off and shoved it into his pocket, bringing his hand up to run the tips of his fingers over the scar tissue on the left side of his face.

He wasn't sure whether to assume his injuries had been healed or his body had reverted back to the state it had been in when he'd arrived here.

He spun around to face Ricardo again, narrowing one eye as he stared him over. He might not have known the circumstances under which Ricardo had been killed, however, he did know that the guy had been injured here. That part had been very much thanks to him. "I'm not injured at all anymore. Are yours gone, too?"