/funeral dirge

[elegante_masks]

[Hooray! Did everyone enjoy their promptu swimming lesson?

... no?

Oh.

Well then.

At least there's land though, right? The weather's lovely too, a balmy ninety degrees with the sun shining brightly over the warm sand of the beach.

A sign is stuck at the edge of the beach. It reads "WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN SHORE! A new beginning!" There's a

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[invincibleyknow]

[Once Asuka's certain that everyone has made it to the shore (or, well, done the best he could at doing so; he can't keep track of everyone after all), he turns his attention to what's -on- the shore. The beach itself is actually something familiar--all that sand reminds him of home, even if the water on one side and the rubble on the other is odd. But he's finally come to grips with having no idea what's going on, and that makes it easier for him to stride onward, determined to figure out where they've ended up.

Asuka's on his way to the rubble, ignoring the sign aside from its bloody handprint--anything interesting to find around there?]

[elegante_masks]

[A lot of rubble and dust.

And ... a feather.

A red one.]

[invincibleyknow]

[OH SHIT.

Asuka immediately looks up when he sees the feather, checking around for any of the demonic red flying things. He creeps closer to the feather, alternating between checking his footing and looking back to the skies, then kneels to pick it up.]

I really hope there are no more of those things around...

[elegante_masks]

[There are!

Actually there's at least a few dozen scattered around the immediate area.]

[invincibleyknow]

[Well, he more meant he hoped there weren't any -birds- around, but the feathers aren't any more reassuring!

But it doesn't look like he's found the source of this foreboding feeling yet, so Asuka continues on, fingering the feather as he goes.]

[elegante_masks]

[Right as he climbs over the last of the rubble, Asuka will find a big pile of ... clothes?

No. Bodies.

Lots of them.]

[invincibleyknow]

[Asuka stops, completely and utterly horrified by what he sees in front of him.

He forces himself onward, looking around to see if he can figure out how they died--not that it's really that hard a guess, considering the feathers he's seen around. But he has to give himself a reason for continuing onwards, because otherwise he's just going to turn tail and run. He's never seen this many dead bodies before, and he is so unnerved by all of this it's not even funny.]

We have to burn them.

[He forces himself to unclench his fists, the feather he'd been holding dropping crumpled to the ground. It's one of the Maiden's creeds, to burn all one's dead, and even if she may not be out there any more (oh, Maiden, and that is one mindfuck he doesn't even want to start thinking about), it's still a good idea. They need to get rid of any remnant of the End, and if these people are dead because of the weird flying things