Mikhail Bakunin, Lost, Bars-Ways-Place

[mm_squishy]

To be honest, Mikhail was expecting something flashier with his afterlife.

It seems to be, apparently, a bar.

Who arranged this? Really. This is what loyalty and service gets him in the end?

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[agreathunter]

"Hello, Mikhail," says the bald man at the bar.

[patchy_other]

Mikhail turned, his face not betraying his surprise.

"Mr. Locke," he said. "So this is the afterlife."

[agreathunter]

"For you, it is, but not for me. How'd you die?"

[patchy_other]

"Sealing the fate of one of your friends. For the good of the island, of course," Mikhail said.

[bythatmuch]

HEY LOOK A PIRATE

HEY LOOK A NEW GUY

Max is watching him from his spot at a nearby table. He's looking past a certain someone's shoulder to get a look at the fellow, and his brows furrow after a few moments of careful studying.

He looks like the kind of guy KAOS would manufacture.

Max looks suspicious.

[imthegoodguy]

"What are you looking at?" asks a totally unsuspecting Ben.

[bythatmuch]

"There's a guy with an eyepatch over there," Max says, nodding his head in that direction.

"He looks shifty."

[imthegoodguy]

"An eye -- " Ben whips is head around in the direction that Max nods in.

"Oh shit. I know that guy.

"Fuck."