[Hereaftersphere] For the dearly departed (or not so much)
The lively seaside city was exactly the way she remembered it - if, in some ways, embellished lightly by a touch of her own hopeful romanticism and a bit faded around the edges to account for time passed. Being deceased, however, meant she could indulge in the occasional flight of fancy, whether it were rebuilding the Sagrada Familia to some image of its former glory (or what she imagined that might be, having been born well after Armageddon) or simply lending the hopeful, sunny air of a perfect Spring afternoon to her absolute vision of Barcelona.
On this particularly pleasant day in her eternal reprieve, Noelle Bor sat sunning herself on the crowded patio of an open-air cafe that had been pushed up so close to the surf and shoreline she was almost afraid of getting her boots wet. A cup of tea (one with a taste too familiar to be anything but a blend of Sister Kate's own creation) and a plate of some light and airy pastry (gone, so far, entirely untouched) sat on the small, round table in front of her. Though she had finished most of the former, she was far too preoccupied to think of bothering with the rest of her meal. All things, in death, came freely expensed, of course.
But there were many drawbacks to this un-life, as well. Most prominently, the profound loneliness of spending eternity with only her memories of living to keep her entertained.
With a small but growing frown on her dark red lips (notable only because of the sharp, out of place contrast created when paired with the pristine white of her habit), she watched the bustling crowd, all passing, indistinct faces. They all seemed so perfectly content in their lives, but it was another endless point of frustration to her that she couldn't see those feelings. Whether it was the afterlife itself or simply her imagination that was so lacking, she had no empathy for those cardboard cut-outs, no matter how closely she looked-
Except, there, on the pavement - she had mistaken it at first for a splash of water, a puddle in the middle of the busy market street running alongside her dreamy cafe. But the mark was far too reflective, and as a hurried passerby stepped directly in it, there was no change, no splash. And there were more, just beyond the first, she could see them clearly, now. Footsteps, laid out at an even pace, starting from right there, in the very middle of the road and leading off into the crowd, glowing the familiar, muddy gray of confusion.
The waitress she ignored as she wound her way through the tables dotting the cluttered patio seemed to forget Noelle's presence as soon as she'd left the cafe behind her. This was not how the day was meant to go; something was wrong, but it was all she could do to quash her rising hopes. Especially when those footprints didn't disappear, the closer she came, and she set off to follow their path away into the heart of the city, toward whoever had left them trailing behind in their haste.
(OOC: Join a nun in the afterlife! o/ Was your character recently corpseified? A veteran of this whole eternal rest deal? A living visitor to her personal bubble? Et cetera!? Regardless, they are now lost in someone else's great beyond. Though it might be prudent to remember that this is a Good End, and any potential for bad behavior will most likely result in that nifty Sublimated Battle event coming into play.
Noelle here is also a visual empath, who sees others' emotions as colors, esp. in traces they leave behind. Which is hopefully evident by now. But if there's anything super weird about your character that she might sense, it would be nice to know. For the initiated, she's all novel canon, as well, but that doesn't mean castmates from ROM or the anime wouldn't be mooore than welcome.)
On this particularly pleasant day in her eternal reprieve, Noelle Bor sat sunning herself on the crowded patio of an open-air cafe that had been pushed up so close to the surf and shoreline she was almost afraid of getting her boots wet. A cup of tea (one with a taste too familiar to be anything but a blend of Sister Kate's own creation) and a plate of some light and airy pastry (gone, so far, entirely untouched) sat on the small, round table in front of her. Though she had finished most of the former, she was far too preoccupied to think of bothering with the rest of her meal. All things, in death, came freely expensed, of course.
But there were many drawbacks to this un-life, as well. Most prominently, the profound loneliness of spending eternity with only her memories of living to keep her entertained.
With a small but growing frown on her dark red lips (notable only because of the sharp, out of place contrast created when paired with the pristine white of her habit), she watched the bustling crowd, all passing, indistinct faces. They all seemed so perfectly content in their lives, but it was another endless point of frustration to her that she couldn't see those feelings. Whether it was the afterlife itself or simply her imagination that was so lacking, she had no empathy for those cardboard cut-outs, no matter how closely she looked-
Except, there, on the pavement - she had mistaken it at first for a splash of water, a puddle in the middle of the busy market street running alongside her dreamy cafe. But the mark was far too reflective, and as a hurried passerby stepped directly in it, there was no change, no splash. And there were more, just beyond the first, she could see them clearly, now. Footsteps, laid out at an even pace, starting from right there, in the very middle of the road and leading off into the crowd, glowing the familiar, muddy gray of confusion.
The waitress she ignored as she wound her way through the tables dotting the cluttered patio seemed to forget Noelle's presence as soon as she'd left the cafe behind her. This was not how the day was meant to go; something was wrong, but it was all she could do to quash her rising hopes. Especially when those footprints didn't disappear, the closer she came, and she set off to follow their path away into the heart of the city, toward whoever had left them trailing behind in their haste.
(OOC: Join a nun in the afterlife! o/ Was your character recently corpseified? A veteran of this whole eternal rest deal? A living visitor to her personal bubble? Et cetera!? Regardless, they are now lost in someone else's great beyond. Though it might be prudent to remember that this is a Good End, and any potential for bad behavior will most likely result in that nifty Sublimated Battle event coming into play.
Noelle here is also a visual empath, who sees others' emotions as colors, esp. in traces they leave behind. Which is hopefully evident by now. But if there's anything super weird about your character that she might sense, it would be nice to know. For the initiated, she's all novel canon, as well, but that doesn't mean castmates from ROM or the anime wouldn't be mooore than welcome.)