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When one is set to pass onto death, they expect to find peace, or at the very least, an opportunity for rest. While there were reasons for Ghaleon to disbelieve that his second death would be any more permanent than the first, but he had chosen to hope anyway.
Perhaps his hope had been found, perhaps not. Time is very strange in the life afterlife, thirty seconds could be thirty years could be thirty seconds. But no matter how much time he may have received, he did not have it now.
Suddenly finding oneself in a bar is not peace. Nor is the fact that no man, woman or thing is recognizable to him. It's not peace: but perhaps it will be interesting.
Ghaleon will decide soon enough if he objects to this turn of events. For now, he will watch, and wait.
[plot locked due to a challenged computer, sorry!]
Perhaps his hope had been found, perhaps not. Time is very strange in the life afterlife, thirty seconds could be thirty years could be thirty seconds. But no matter how much time he may have received, he did not have it now.
Suddenly finding oneself in a bar is not peace. Nor is the fact that no man, woman or thing is recognizable to him. It's not peace: but perhaps it will be interesting.
Ghaleon will decide soon enough if he objects to this turn of events. For now, he will watch, and wait.
[plot locked due to a challenged computer, sorry!]