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[hanged_pervert]

[A brunette with curled hair peers into the camera, a grin on her face.]Hm hm hm~. It seems that the school was lying to everyone, once again. From the looks of it, heaven does exist, doesn't it? It's so warm, and it feels so peaceful. And hey, even got a letter from God Himself! Can't really dispute that evidence, can ya

Comments

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[holmes_fanatic]

Um ... Edogawa Conan, I'm not dead, not an angel, and am pretty sure that this isn't heaven, or at least not in the sense I think you mean ...

When you say 'god', which do you mean? I think there's supposed to be nine of them ...

[Video]

[hanged_pervert]

Huh? It's not?

[She gently reaches up to her neck; ignore that vicious-looking scar, please.]

But I'm dead... I know I'm dead.

[Video]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Ignore the scar? Far from it -- Conan's analysing it, running through his extensive knowledge of forensics to try and work out how that happened.]

This is a pretty strange place, Oneesan! Lot's of stuff have happened here that I know aren't possible in Tokyo -- so maybe it's okay if we can't understand what's going on!

Ne ... were you told to go to Hel's house?

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[hanged_pervert]

Hel?

[Looking over her stuff.]

Nope. Sig... Sig-why-n? Not sure how to say that.

[eatscreepypasta]

[Someone can't get her crazy bracelet transmitter thing working fast enough. Pressing it as many times as she can -- to the point where the video flips on and off multiple times before she finally stops pushing the button -- ...Unfortunately, it seems to have stopped on off.]

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[hanged_pervert]

[Sees who that is and tries this, as it's her forte.]

Oi, Ayumi-chan, easy on the bracelet.

[eatscreepypasta]

[Okay, okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths... There is no sentient
school trying to kill us and eat our souls.

...Unless it's watching us right now.

No don't think that, deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths...

Okay, calmed down enough to function normally. Let's. Turn that video back on.]

...Shinohara...san?

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[hanged_pervert]

Got it in one, iinchou.

[Pay no attention to that rope scarring around her neck~]

Good to see you again, but I'm hoping you didn't bite it like I did.

video;

[elegantwarrior]

[Gwendolyn appears on the video feed, her wings on her hips viewable, probably not helping with the whole 'angel' thing]

Greetings to you, Seiko. My name is Gwendolyn, but from what I recall I am alive. I have no recollection of dying whatsoever.

[She mulls over that for a second, is this an attempt at a joke? No matter...]

[Video]

[hanged_pervert]

Woooow... Your wings are super-pretty!

So, not dead then. I definitely remember dying, though...

[Video]

[elegantwarrior]

[They can be seen flapping once in response.] I thank you for your kind words. [They're kind of the source of her pride, so she like compliments!]

Do you recall such? If it is not prying too much into anything, how do you remember passing on?

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[hanged_pervert]

Quite vividly, actually.

My best friend... We were trapped in this haunted school, and something took control of her. She was forced to tie me up and hang me inside a bathroom stall.

[See that scarring around her neck? Yeah.]

[veritates]

Sorry, but this isn't heaven.

And you aren't dead. Oh, but I guess that's not something to be sorry about.

[hanged_pervert]

Yeah, I'm starting to get that, even though I definitely remember dying and what came after.

[veritates]

...you died? What came after?

[hanged_pervert]

Well, I did die; I couldn't speak to the living, and they couldn't see me, but sometimes the school allowed me to communicate with them other ways. I managed to warn Satoshi that the school was taking over Naomi again, and he saved her.

[Voice]

[wingsandwill]

[Castiel is pinged to this by the question about angels, though he's not about to admit what he is at the moment. Still...]

Not all here are dead. This is another dimension, not Heaven or Hell.

[Voice]

[hanged_pervert]

SO I've learned. I know I was dead though, which kinda makes this weird.

[Voice]

[wingsandwill]

An unfortunate choice of timing. There are others that come from similar experiences.

[Himself included.]