Sometimes, he has waking dreams.

He's lying on a table, spread out like a sacrifice to a fierce Aztec god, and there are grey men in suits huddled around him. They poke him and they make notes. "Felipe Fernandez-Armesto forgave him this morning."

"Really?" says another. "For standing by while his children were killed? Good man."

Or

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Jeremiah's soul is very tall. The grey door has to expand to let him into the grey room. Bartleby swallows and tips his head back against the grey wall. "Jeremiah." He keeps his eyes closed. "I need to make amends." I need to keep this short. When there is nothing but heavy silence, Bartleby opens his eyes. Jeremiah is standing in the middle of the ( Read more... )

In the end, it wasn't as difficult finding Ishmael again as he'd feared. It was difficult to raise a ruckus in Purgatory, but he'd tried, kicking and hitting and swearing until he found himself back in the grey waiting room. He runs a hand through his hair and turns to face Ishmael, who iss frowning at him a little. "You could have just asked ( Read more... )

He's been reminded of all he's done, now he has to earn repentance - apologise to all the dead souls. Maybe some live ones, visitation type things? Check with Fool-mun if she wants to kill Fool off once and for all, or whether she'd be able to do a wee bit of RPing with B visiting the Fool. See if Liz-mun'd be around for anything? Apologies to ( Read more... )

Bartleby found somewhere to rest a moment from the barrage of people, voices, blood. He's sitting on an island when the white rabbit runs past, yelling about being early, and he has to force his tired body to his feet because he realises the island is sinking under the weight of the huge golden cow in the centre of it. He dives through a hole in ( Read more... )

[ooc: post the entrance to Purgatory]

All that had been in his head was the constant bassbeat: Home Home Home, and Lochiel's calming thoughts had been subsumed and swept away on a swirl of delight and agitation and fear and confusion. Home Home Home began to have a lighter note running over it She let me Home She let me Home She let me HomeHe ( Read more... )

Bartleby woke up an hour ago, curled in an uncomfortable position on the chair with Lochiel crumpled next to him. Lochiel's face was pale and drawn, and Bartleby frowned worriedly for a second before his eyes turned to Charlie.

He's been watching Charlie not-breathing since then

Charlie's been gone for longer than he should have been. In fact, Bartleby's not sure how long he's been gone for. He left when the sun was just beginning to come down from its zenith, kissing Bartleby's salt-covered shoulder and murmuring about checking on Claire, and Bartleby nodded and flicked water at him, and watched him walk up to the top of ( Read more... )

Testing, testing. WTF is wrong with these people's computer?