What kind of afterlife is this? [Active]

[keep_my_promise]

Character(s): Luke fon Fabre and anyone else if anyone uh wants? :Oa
Content: Ye usual arrival at a gate thing.
Setting: Niflheim Gate and inwards.
Time: Er... day.
Warnings: Nada!

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[eternal_sound]

Sasame found himself back at Niflheim after two weeks worth of exploring. It seemed so strange. It seemed a natural function of the city was to erase physical representations of events that happened as best as it could. At least in regards to what he had left here two weeks ago in the evening.

However as he approached the gate lost in his own thoughts, he did sense one thing. A sensation that melded both awe and confusion. Two weeks worth of wandering had given him enough of a vague understanding of the city's key population and the representative images on the journals to recognize what he had to look for when it came to people he should know.

He scanned the area for people who didn't look blonde. When he spotted the red head, he walked over, "I'm Sasame. Looking for something in particular?"

[keep_my_promise]

Finally he'd started messing with the fontech he'd been given. It was quickly frustrating him, however. He couldn't read any of it. How was it meant to be any good to him like this? Argh, what a pain...

Although, it did make him question his theory of being in some weird afterlife thing. What use did the dead have for fontech?

The sudden voice addressing him, however, made him look up. Even Luke had noticed how everyone seemed to be blonde around here. It was... kind of creepy, but this guy was totally different from everyone else. "Uh... Hey there," he replied Sasame's greeting, kinda lamely.

"Well, heh, um... Not exactly."