Comments | maisondeportes: The Wheels of Sansara go Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round... [Open/Active]

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The Wheels of Sansara go Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round... [Open/Active]

Sep 25, 2011 17:13

Who: Haru, Mello, Ricardo, OPEN
Where: The attic
When: Day 002
What: Haru, Mello, and Ricardo rise from the dead. No, they are not zombies. No, they don't get it either.
Warnings: Rated PG-13 for two guys who curse like sailors and one who hates everything right now.

( That song is now stuck in your head. You're welcome. )

*open, &day 002, @first house: attic, mello (death note), haru (fire candy), ricardo soldato (tales of innocence)

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is_not_number1 September 26 2011, 01:09:07 UTC

The first thing Mello noticed upon waking up was that he had absolutely no idea where he was. He definitely didn’t recognize it. It reminded him of some sort of… attic. It looked like an attic. Was he still in the same fucking house? He hadn’t known about an attic, but then again, the upstairs part of the house had been locked up.

How the hell had he gotten here?

The last thing he could remember was having been attacked by… zombie dogs. Zombie dogs-- Mello didn’t know of any other way to describe the things that had attacked him. He did know, however, that his injuries had hardly allowed him to run, and it had taken a pathetically short amount of time for the dogs to catch up to him.

…Was he dead?

He had been sure they’d killed him. There was no way he could have survived that sort of attack.

Was this what it felt like to die?

It couldn’t have been. He couldn’t have had died… No.

Mello might not have had experience in dying, but something told him that he wasn’t dead right now. He felt alive. How could he have been ( ... )

skater_lynx September 26 2011, 02:00:45 UTC

As if awakened into life by someone speaking, Haru looked up from his spot on the floor. He had tucked knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs. The quarter seemed smaller and paler than usual because of his position and the shock of his own death. Haru shuddered. He was intact. All his limbs and every finger neatly back in place.

Dogs. He remembered the dogs. At least he wasn't alone this time which meant there was more of a chance of surviving... Whatever this was. He woke up with two strangers who seemed to know each other. Were there more than just them? It gave him strength. Strength enough to put his mask on and pretend. The whore made a face and added his reply in an annoyed tone.

"Well getting the crap bitten out of you by dead dog is also impossible but that happened. I'm Haru. Where the fuck are we?"

guardiangunman September 26 2011, 03:17:55 UTC

"No. You don't understand." He pointed at himself. "I was dead. The dogs killed me. I died."

His body was up and running, the stern face and calm voice back in place, but his intellect was still chasing it down the alley and shouting for it to wait up. He was silent for a second longer and before he looked up at the brats.

"There are impossible things in this house, but not like this. A soul never returns to the same body after death. This is a fundamental truth about the cycle of rebirth. I don't know if this is a cause or an effect, but if this was allowed to happen then the natural order of things is in complete disarray. Forcing a soul back into an unfit vessel brings disaster for the soul, the body, and the balance of creation. It's not just impossible; it's unacceptable ( ... )

is_not_number1 September 26 2011, 20:28:59 UTC

"Apparently nothing is impossible in this place," Mello remarked, shooting Haru a rather displeased glare. The kid hadn't done anything to deserve it, but what did that matter?

It sounded as though the dogs had gotten all of them killed. Or, rather, attacked all of them. Mello wasn't sure how much reason he had to actually believe that he'd died. But then again, with all that had happened here, he supposed he hardly needed a logical reason to believe it.

He got to his feet to begin pacing the length of the short side of the room, only half listening to Soldato's speech about the cycle of rebirth and disruptions of natural order. The guy might have been going on at length about how there was no way it could have been possible, but he still seemed to be convinced that he had, indeed, died.

"How the hell," he demanded, "do you know that you were dead?" He stopped short and turned to stare at Ricardo with narrowed eyes. "What makes you so sure about that, Soldato?"

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