originally posted in:The New Dojo
[u][i][b]The Highway to Hell[/b][/i][/u]
[u][i]Underworld, Unknown Time/Date[/i][/u]
[i]The place was a literal hell.
No, really, it was. Along it's burning shores, stained with blood, are countless demons, imps, and other unknown specimens combing the shore for something good to eat. They occasionally look up to the windows of a tower in the middle of the sulfuric lake, thinking they sense movement. Though, nothing seems to be inside, so they keep scanning the beach as a child would with a metal detector.
However, there was something in that tower. Or more specifically, someone.
The person in question is rather gaunt, and peaks at around 5'10". He is stained with ash and blood,
covered in scratch marks from previous encounters. His face is covered with a coarse dark hair, however the beard looks slightly nicer than one who would neglect it. But the one thing that really makes him look abnormal is the pair of blazing crimson eyes, red as ever. He sits at his desk, finishing writing something on a pieces a paper, possibly a letter or a journal. When he finishes, he stands up, and looks behind him. To keep him from becoming insane he constantly formed shadow figures to keep him company. One of them is right behind the man as he turns, and nods when they look each other in the eye.
"I'm ready to go," The man said with a hollow voice.
"Will do, Sir Mortar," the Shadow said, nodding again as he opened the door to a rather thin bridge. Both of the figures left the building, standing at the foot of the bridge. The demons, noticing them, snarl and whine at them as they cross.[/i]
[u][i]The Final Mausoleum, Later, Still an Unknown Time[/i][/u]
[i]Mortar and the Shadow walk up to the massive doors of the Final Mausoleum, Mortar somewhat horrified at the memories here. Sighing, he pushed open the doors, revealing a massive room, made of multiple floors, each filled with seemingly millions of figures, not quite transparent, and look rather normal, except for a white steam lightly piling off of them. He looks around for any familiar faces, one in particular as he pulls something out of his bag.[/i]
[spoiler]Open, but only if you have a dead character.[/spoiler]
English
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"...I feel a presence. One that I haven't felt in a while." [i]Mortar found himself looking upon the Dragonslayer.[/i] [i]He was... out of his old, gleaming garb of golden armor. The guardian stood at seven feet and six inches tall, dressed within a silky robe which was decorated with gleaming gold linings. The warrior's physical condition hadn't diminished since Mortar had last seen him - muscular, yet lean, suggesting such an athleticism never before seen among knights of old. His eyes fluttered open as Mortar walked by, electric yellow pupils looking back to see the ex-god, as a thin, calmed smile crossed his shaven face.[/i] "...Mortar. Damn, it's...been a while, hasn't it?" ((Saw Roy's reply, and...thought it would be fitting.))
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*He turns to face where the voice came from. He sees the familiar face, smiling slightly* Yes it has been. How the hell are you? *He smirks slightly under his mask, as that greeting feels right to him*
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"Ha. I must admit, I am.. confused, about the place that these dead - alongside myself and Nora - reside in. Is this Hell? Heaven? So many questions, and so little answers.. But let me contain my confusion. How are you? Have you seen Nathanial and Olivia? Last I heard, Nathan joined the "Mandalorians", and Liv was promoted "Fulgur Belli", or something of the sort?"
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Well, to answer your questions, this place, to the best of my knowledge, is kind of both. In the sense that all souls come here. And it seems to lean more to the hell side. *Not wanting to say any more on the subject, he falls silent a moment* At the moment, I'm good. I'm currently engaged with Serenity. And I've seen Nate and Olivia around, but I haven't been talking with them much, either they were busy or I was.
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"Serenity? I remember her.. it's been too long since I've visited. I've heard about the Dojo's.. conditions. Specifically, from a man named Daniel who was searching for a mute woman, and a mage of spirits." [i]He sighed heavily, staring up at the skies: Mortar could connect Daniel's search to Irina, who had disappeared for a while. Perhaps it would be wise to visit the dead man, and question him for details.[/i]
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Yeah, Irina... She is kinda the reason I'm down here
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"Is that the woman's name? Surely, you'd suggest saving her? Daniel was.. quite specific about her future execution, and how he would return from death to fulfill a "Master Logarius'" final wishes.."
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*He glares at him a moment, then his face softens* Well, I don't expect you to know about her, and all of the crap that she has done
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"...Care to explain?" [i]Ornstein's eyebrows raised, a confused look upon his face as he questioned what Mortar had said.[/i]
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*He looks at Orn straight faced when he starts talking* She is a murderer, a Vileblood. Killing man for entertainment, killed Serenity's father, which is why I'm down here
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[spoiler]My character has been dead...[/spoiler] [spoiler]edit: never mind still wouldn't work[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh, do what you want with it[/spoiler]
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[b]A pile of several thousand combat livers flop around in one corner of the room, all bearing the Stratos collective insignia somewhere on them [/b]
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*Mortar stops a moment to look at them, for this is rather unusual to him, even in the Underworld. But, getting close, he sees the symbols and chuckles a little* Oh, Stratos.
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Among all the still, almost thoughtless apparitions was one that seemed...out of place. Kari the werefox was romping around, seemingly looking for someone, as told by the nature of his glaces of the crowd. He never seemed to really touch the ground, his ghostly paws appearing to propell him around the space. Despite being a literal ghost, he seemed quite lively. Definitely more lively than anyone else in the room. Ever the case Motar hadn't met Kari while he was still alive, he would have at least heard Quincy mourning over his death for a good month or two.
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Hmm... What is that even? It seems a bit out of place. *Getting slightly off track, he walks over to the bouncing werefox, watching as i seems be going around the room in a ballistic way*
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Kari continues to look around, romping every which way. He eventually spots Mortar, stopping in place as he looked at him with his ghostly eyes. "Who...are you..?" he asks, slowly approaching. As he padded closer, his scrawney and ragged appearance telling clearly he was a strained and troubled soul.
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Hm? Oh, I'm Mortar. Who are you? Something about you seems familiar...
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"My name is...uhm...oh dear, I've forgotten my name again..Its been so long since I arrived here..They warned me not to come, but I couldn't find them anywhere there! They surely had to be here! Which doesn't and wouldn't ever make sense since...Drat! I can't remember why!" he rambled. It seemed he had been going a bit mad trapped down here, as if he hadn't taken the...direct route to this burning plane of pain.
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woa, calm yourself young one
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There she stood, or rather they stood. Standing In front of a small group of Knights, Musketeers and even a tiger was Nora, Pyromaniac of the Blue Flames. "Guess my time finally came..." He voice, her face, it was all so young. The way she was when Mortar had first resurrected her. Of course, If Mortar had kept track of her he would know that she had died of old age. The young looks were nothing more then looks...
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*Mortar briefly glances over, as it is kind of hard to see, but he does a double take, and approaches. Last he saw her she was older, less... like she is now* Nora, after all this time.
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"Yeah... All clocks run out at some point I guess. I cheated death once. Can't do it again." She smiled, that damn smile that she always had plastered on her face. After all this time, it was still her signature
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Eh, why not? I've cheated it so many times I've stopped keeping track. *Beneath his grizzled face lay a genuine smile, happy to see a good friend again*
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"Why not? I've already passed on. Last thing I need now is to outlive my kids..." Nora said with a light chuckle though her voice feel flat