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[monstrouscourge]

[Voice mode has been accidentally turned on; the sounds of splashing and grunting can be heard, as Kisame hauls himself out of the water. A clatter as he rights himself and the communicator falls out of his pocket; the sound of it being picked up can be heard, as well as the scrape of a thumb accidentally running over the microphone.]

Huh? What the

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[bornofthis]

I am afraid you are quite possibly dead.

[monstrouscourge]

What?!

Impossible. There's no way I could be murdered without even waking up.

[bornofthis]

Oh, I am quite certain it is possible. Even if you had woken, you more than likely don't recall because a spirit being ripped from the body is quite traumatic. Especially when it is dragged into hell.

[monstrouscourge]

.......And you would presumably have personal experience in the matter, to know so much about it?

This doesn't look like Hell.

[bornofthis]

In some fashion, I suppose you could say I have experience.

Have you been to hell previously?

[monstrouscourge]

What sort of experience?

....No, can't say I have. But you hear stories, of course.

[bornofthis]

Observance, mostly. You are more coherent than most, however. I applaud you in being intelligent enough to not go screaming through the streets as your predecessors have done.

I am sure that is all they were. Stories. It is not common to visit hell and return to the world of the living with their mental state intact enough to articulate their experiences to others.

[monstrouscourge]

[The shuffling from the background stops as he makes a sudden noise of understanding; a bit of rummaging noise later, and the sound is suddenly much louder and clearer, as Kisame pulls out the communicator and holds it nearer to his face. Congratulations, sharkman--you've finally realized you're not just talking to an exceptionally good hider or a disembodied voice.]

Mmm, thanks, I guess. I don't see what there is to scream about, though--if we're dead, we're dead, right? There's nothing we can do about it, if we are. And if we're not, there's no reason to act like an idiot.

Guess you've got a point, there.... What's there to do in this Hell place, anyway?

[bornofthis]

It is a common occurrence. Humans do not accept death with ease, even after it has happened. There tends to be a lot of screaming of the words 'why me' and the like. As if it were something personal.

In this particular instance of hell, there is a fair amount to do. Not nearly the amount of constant torment as I am accustomed to. But here, you do need to ensure you keep yourself fed. So I suppose that counts for something.

[monstrouscourge]

....Yeah, well, I'd have preferred a lot more to go down swinging than to die in my sleep. Just personally. Hell, maybe I did, if that whole trauma thing is true.

[A bit of a pause, as he considers the irony of using Hell as a curse while here, and the commentary.]

How many instances have you been to? Staying fed is something, I guess.... Sounds like there aren't exactly grocery stores you can go to. What exactly is this place like, anyway?

.....Probably shouldn't keep my hopes up on finding Itachi, if this really is Hell..... No way he would've died, too. If anything, he probably ended whatever sorry bastard got the best of me.

[bornofthis]

That really depends on how you would choose to define hell. The place in which you have found yourself could be counted as at least fifteen different versions, just because of those that are here. But that is getting a little philosophical for a newcomer.

No grocery stores. He did have a hoard of undead rabbits come through not too long ago, though. So I suppose that counts for something, hm?

You will see people you think are familiar. Everyone seems to find someone familiar in one fashion or another. But do keep in mind that this IS hell, so the chance of them being that person you knew back home is fairly slim. Even if they ARE dead and were sent to hell, it is unlikely they landed in the same one as you. It is all about personalized torment, after all.

[monstrouscourge]

.....You aren't kidding about that philosophy stuff, huh? You seem to be a decent expert on the infernal, so I'll leave that to you.

[little disgusted noise at the thought of eating rotting meat.] I would've expected ghost rabbits over zombies, what with Hell being for souls and all....

Touché. I'll keep that in mind.... though I guess we do have to start somewhere with this whole seeing people thing. The name's Kisame; it's nice to meet you.

[bornofthis]

An expert? Possibly. But if you wish to address the true expert, the big man in charge of all things infernal, pay a visit to the club known as The Lux. He is often found there and he would be more than willing, as a courteous host, to answer any and all questions you have about why you are here, how you left the human world, and all of those burning questions you may have about the workings of hell in general.

Ghosts? No, ghosts are disembodied spirits trapped on the mortal plane. You are well beyond that now. You did not actually bring your body with you. What feels like a body is merely your remaining consciousness trying to cope with the sudden change. It feels comfortable in this form, therefore maintains it.

It is good to meet you, Kisame. You can call me Adrian.

[monstrouscourge]

The Lux, hmm? I'll keep that in mind. Where is it, exactly? And who would I be asking for?

....Ah. That makes sense, I guess. You know of anyone who's just dispensed with the whole body-thing, then?

Thanks for the run-down, Adrian-san.

[bornofthis]

Oh, you will know him when you see him. Trust me.

From time to time, you will find someone who has found a means to do so. But mortals tend to be so stubborn, even after death. Clinging to the forms they knew in life. Like a child with a security blanket. Quite pathetic, actually.

[monstrouscourge]

Right.

Hm, figures.... I take it you don't have that problem, if you're an immortal?