Welcome back to Edensphere, Grift and Chapel!

[bloody_pens]

Characters: Rick bloody_pens, Chapel sixthsinner and Grift grinninggrifter
Date/Time: July 6th, late evening
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 because noodz and... hell, look who it is. :P
Summary: Amidst the dwindling number of cocoons, two more familiar faces make their return, with memories intact. Grift and Chapel return!

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[sixthsinner]

He coughed as he pushed himself free of the cocoon's walls, the goo burning his throat as it came up and out of it. He'd just been in a desert, dammit-now he was covered in some kind of liquid crap? Had he gone on a bender or something?

...no. Not a bender, not anything like that, he realized as he blinked his eyes open and took a dazed look around. The bare walls and floor, the cocoons around them-not so many this time-he knew this place. He knew where he was.

Chapel could only think one thing as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the goo that covered his body like a glaze.

Not this shit again.

[grinninggrifter]

As the dream faded - and Grift cursed dream-Chapel from tugging him out of a fantasy far more pleasant than this sort of reality - Grift tumbled out of the cocoon and inelegantly to the ground with a wheeze. He blinked away the goo that clung to his lashes and stared at his all-too familiar surroundings in disbelief.

He had died. He remembered being skewered by branches, and it had hurt terribly, but it was better than being in this blasted place. There was a body beside him, but what did it matter? He didn't give a shit about that whole sibling business. If the person beside him thought they had gained a life-long friend, they'd be quickly disappointed. He'd had quite enough of people.

Instead, he simply elected to spit out, "Goddamn motherfucker."

It wasn't as eloquent as he usually was, but there was something to be said for this modest sort of stress relief.

[bloody_pens]

Rick sucked in a sharp breath when two figures- one very familiar to him, one not as much- emerged from the cocoons, and a grin spread across his face.

"Nice to see you again, too," Rick told Grift, playfully throwing a towel at him and at the other man, whom he vaguely recognized as Chapel from seeing him around the bar several times. He then paused, realizing that their apparent confusion and anger didn't necessarily mean that they recognized him or anything about Edensphere- indeed, anger and confusion were common reactions among fresh newborns.

So instead, he stood to attention with an exaggerated flourish and said,

"And by that I mean, good evening and welcome to Edensphere, good sirs! I'm Richard and welcome you most humbly."

[sixthsinner]

Chapel caught the towel instinctively and scowled at the greeter. His name was-Dirk, wasn't it? No. Derrick, that was it. He paused for a moment to wonder why it came to him through such a haze when he was sure he'd known it just yesterday, but he had bigger problems to deal with.

"Can it," he said. "This is a pretty lousy welcome, and I don't remember you ever being humble before." Not that he'd known the man well, but you didn't get by in life without remembering a fact or two about people, and Derrick's showmanship was the most noticeable thing about him.

"Anyone got a cigarette?" He swiped some of the goo off his face using the towel before glancing at the other poor sucker who'd just hatched-and then his eyes went wide.

What the hell was Grift doing popping out of a cocoon? Hell, what was he doing here?