The tailback of timorous souls | OTA

[callada]

characters: Rosinante, OTA
location: Church, elsewhere?
date/time: 7/7 evening
content: After the dubious honor of being the first to die, Rosi also is the first to be revived in the church.
warnings: n/a for now

There's a crash out on the rocks; a rattle of glass and metal, caught just wrong on sharp granite, and then cold darkness overtakes him.

And for a moment, he thinks perhaps he dreamed it, for there is the oddest sensation of waking from a deep slumber. For a moment he thinks he still feels icy cold. But there's no wind over the water, no sharp ache in his chest. The church is comfortable and lit. How did he get here? Why is he basically just lying at someone's feet? Who-

"Uh, sorry. Hello."

A few minutes later, if you weren't present for him being tossed out the trap door, he'll just be sitting on the floor with legs bent at the knees and lantern beside him. Death is never pleasant and he needs a moment, plus it sounds like there were people looking for him. They shouldn't have, but so it goes.

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action!

[preseance]

( gene's in the clinic when it happens, walkin' outta the small room he an' wade've converted with a stack of bandages and dressings purloined from unused clothing in the general store.

when he sees rosinante, he don't do anythin' so overt as drop 'em. he's used to the dead comin' an' goin' in his life, an' far be it from him to be shocked about it. but he does tip his head faint to one side like he's listenin' for somethin' far off. )

Commander?

[callada]

[Oh, well, there's a welcome voice. He tears his eyes away from the trapdoor - hadn't he just seen movement there a second ago? It's still now, and shut well - and turns in his seat to face Gene fully, as he scrubs his fingers through his shaggy hair and dislodges his hat in the process. Whoops, better fix that.]

Hey. Did you happen to see that?

[Never mind the rest of it for a second, as he nods toward the trap door.]

[preseance]

Uh.

( noting strange movements near the trapdoor weren't exactly high on his list of things concernin' him at the moment. gene glances towards it, then back to rosinante, and then. sort of. hikes his thumbs in his belt like he ain't quite sure what to do with his hands.

doesn't seem like rosi's a ghost. none of the usual telltale signs of it. lord, he wishes wade were here so he could determine whether or not it's just his gift comin' on through. )

Didn't see a thing, sorry. But, uh. You... feelin' okay?

[callada]

Yeah, fine.

[For all his problems, both physical and mental, he knows he doesn't hallucinate. His eyes are sharp, and he saw that hand lowering the door back into place. He's not going to dismiss it so easily, but he's also not going to continue going off about it with Hicks here. No purpose in doing that.]

Actually, I don't suppose I could beg a cigarette off you? I'll owe you one, once I get more from Rastus.

[Then he'll be better than just fine. Apparently dead or alive, he's still got his cravings.]

[preseance]

( well, that'll prove it definitively. ghosts can't smoke, no matter that they'd like to. so gene pulls out a rumpled pack of camels, one of them ones from the commissary rather than the ones you get in a k-rat, an' he holds the whole of the pack out. there's about six left in it. )

Go on. An' don't you worry about owin' anything, seems to me you've had a rough few days.

[paletteswap]

Kuai walks in later, having missed the shadowy spectre that tossed his body out like some discarded rubbish. He'd checked the church every few hours to see if Will had been telling him the truth, but he didn't want to linger in this place - not when there are so many other things to explore and find out.

This time when he enters the structure things are different. Rosinante is easy to spot since even sitting down he towers over the pews, and he looks to be uninjured and very much alive again.

"Welcome back." He wants to say something harsh about how he had specifically told him to be careful and asked if he was going to be okay when he left. Apparently the answer to both things was: No. Still he won't be too judgmental since having to protect an auxiliary object or you might die is new to all of them.

"How are you feeling? Is anything painful?"

[callada]

"Thanks," he replies. "I feel fine. I don't think anything's out of place, or... I dunno. New dent in my lantern," he says with a shrug.

That and the smudge of lakeshore grime on his pants are the only signs it even happened. Otherwise, he looks just as he was when he left - same clothes, no visible injury, even the bag of his few personal belongings he tends to carry under his bulky feathered coat has all its contents, which was a relief to find.

[paletteswap]

"I spoke to Will about it, in case we had to do anything to hasten your return. He said that subsequent deaths may have unintended consequences, but the first one should be fine. I'm glad he was telling the truth." His normal monotone gives nothing away, but he was pretty concerned that Rosinante might have either not come back at all, or come back injured.

"Death is often impermanent where I'm from, but those who come back from it are usually ... Not as they should be."

[callada]

"How so? I'm not used to people coming back once they've died," he says, and he almost has to fight to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. Not used to it? More like there's zero way for that to be possible. But sounding shocked and taken aback by what's normal in other worlds tends to drive conversations to a tone he doesn't like, so he has instead taken to acting with some sort of acceptance every time something like magic and raising the dead and zombie armies comes up.

[paletteswap]

"They shouldn't come back, but things are different now that the realms are in chaos," he says with a frown. It would actually be for the best if people never came back from the dead, it's worse to see them in that state and makes it impossible to mourn when they're still there only .. changed.

"There was a sorcerer who practiced dark magicks. He raised certain dead warriors but without any of their humanity. They only feel rage and anger and malice and are no longer the people they once were. Sometimes he does even worse." His eyes flick to the side, thinking about his brother. He hadn't been very nice to begin with, but he certainly hadn't been an evil wraith that wanted to shroud the realms in darkness forever. Kuai still hadn't accepted that his brother as he knew him likely wasn't ever going to come back.

"But you seem to be yourself."

[primordialerebus]

[ Coraline runs over as soon as he posts he's back on the Network, throwing the door open. Hugging him is a near thing, but A, she's not a kid anymore. B, they've like just met and it'd be kind of weird??? But man is it great to see him back from the dead. ]

Hey, so you did come back to life!

[ She said after walking up to him, the relief apparent in her voice despite her attempts to maintain a nonchalant demeanor. As if she didn't run over (though to be fair, she wasn't exactly short of breath). ]

[callada]

[Yeah whoa calm down, kid. There is a disconcerting number of children here and they're nice and all but he's not really in the mood to just have hugs thrown at him. It's a relief when she stops short.]

Again. Seems to be a running theme with this place, doesn't it?

[He'd been perusing the network by this point, but he folds the tablet and sets it aside. Why is she so happy to see him? Why are any of them? He's known these people for a day or two.]

[primordialerebus]

Uh... I guess? Sure?

[ She stares blankly for a moment before she gets what he means by again. ]

Oh! Yeah! Kinda!

[ Look, she overall likes people a lot. And considering the weird ass situation they're in, friendly faces are super welcome. Finding out one died wasn't a fun experience. ]

So uh. Did you actually fall on your lantern?

[ She asks, looking worried. ]

[callada]

Not on it, no. But it smashed on the rocks.

[Yes, when he fell. But it's pretty sturdy-looking, and falling on top of it probably wouldn't hurt it any. Sharp angles on hard stone are a different story.

... Did people really assume he fell on his lantern? Huh. Well, he spent the last four years coming across intentionally as simple and clumsy, good in a fight but not for much else. If that trend is going to continue, at least he's used to it.]

All good now, though. I guess however I got back here, they fixed my lantern up too.

[primordialerebus]

[ She looks distinctively relieved at that. Nice to know that rumor was false, ehem at some people gossiping on the network. Like, he was clumsy, but there was no way he was that clumsy. Or at least that incompetent. Hopefully. He exuded some level of competence, but that might just be because he’s an actual Adult.

The mention of a “they” fixing up her lantern gave her pause however. ]

Wait. Did you see someone carry you back or whatever?

we're just gonna have multiple threads at once, don't even mind me

[voktys]

In the end, she does find him in the church, presumably while he gathers his bearings after what happened with Gene. In fact, she'll offer him a hand to get up from the ground, smile present as ever.

"It is a relief to see you alive, Rosinante." And her voice is as steady and warm and genuine as her hand. "Some have speculated you might get to be so lucky. How are you?"

I'm glad tbh

[callada]

It's a little difficult, taking a hand up from someone so much shorter, but of course he accepts and stands anyway. She's unusual, but she's been nothing but kind, and "unusual" tends to be the regular way of things more often than not in his life. It helps keep things from getting boring.

So he stands, and even offers a smile, although he doesn't think he deserves her kindness when they barely know each other. When all he's done is talk about otherworldly wars and then died again.

"I'm fine, really. It's like nothing happened at all. I just went from over by the water to here in the church. And there was that... thing, in the trapdoor, but I didn't get a good look at it."

[voktys]

Brief joys while they last, as she is back to craning her neck up at him. Truly, she has little clue that they aren't quite on the same page in terms of their friendship –– no, she does not suspect him to have any trust in her, she is not a trusting person herself, but ordinary mortal relationships hold some air of bafflement even after a couple of years in Westeros. Forming lasting bonds was not a thing in Asshai. He is friendly to her, she seems to strike something correct about her own friendliness towards him, so it's... all set for her.

Besides, war is all she ever seems to speak of in Westeros. That's just a normal, everyday topic, like the weather.

"But you saw something?" At any rate, she's still holding onto his hand, and makes to guide him towards a door leading further into the church. "I will leave an offering in a moment, after all, you were returned to us, and it seems to enjoy them from what little I can tell. You shall eat, too."

That's just... decided.

[callada]

He lets her guide him, but slips his hand out of her grasp once they've gone more than a few steps. He can follow without being pulled, thanks - and contact isn't something he's fond of with people he doesn't know well anyway. But again, she is quite kind and he's only withdrawing because that's just what he does with everyone.

The offer of food is certainly welcome, so he won't object to that. "I - yes, briefly, something dark. You've been leaving offerings for it? And it takes them?"

[voktys]

There won't be any fight from her when he withdraws his hand – she does try to not make him uncomfortable, though she has that effect on people quite naturally most all the time.

"I started when it became a popular sport to attempt to break in, to insure we would not anger it. It takes them, but only when there are none of us around to witness it. Whatever manner of creature it is, it seems to value its privacy, and of such, there were plenty in Asshai." She opens the door, and then another, leading into what can only be her own – simply on account of all the red she'd managed to gather together for it. One corner holds space for a futon and a couple of blankets and pillows, the other sees a banged up dresser, and last, there's something that looks like a high footstool or low end table, clearly intended to be more of the later, with cushions for sitting. "It left me a gift at one point. There is little reason to think it malicious."

[withsadness]

Mary's there when he wakes up, though she misses the whole kerfuffle of being tossed clear out of the trap door. He might not notice her right away...nor she him, because she's fallen asleep, curled up on one of the pews. Eventually, though, presumably because of the other conversations he has, she rouses. Before he has the chance to leave, she's lifting her head sleepily, and seeing him, jumps from her seat, little fists gripping handfuls of her skirt.

"You came back...you came back! I waited, I waited right here!"

[callada]

"Mary-"

Oh, no, was she really waiting here? Of course she would, she's attached herself to him for some inexplicable reason and he's frustrated with himself for encouraging it. But she's so sweet, and just as in need of someone to care about as he apparently is.

"Hey. I'm sorry I went away. I made a mistake."

[withsadness]

Mary runs the rest of the way, throwing herself into him--well, his knee, most likely. Regardless, the intent behind her embrace is clear as her shoulders shake and her voice warbles. "It's okay--it's okay! I forgive you, because I make mistakes sometimes, too. But don't leave again, okay? You said you would be okay, so you really have to be okay from now on!"

[callada]

"I'll try," he sighs. "But I think I shouldn't promise. Mary, after we get organized, I'm going out with some other people to try and find more things that will help us. But it's dangerous out there in ways we don't know about yet. I'll always do my best to come back, but I can't promise."

Seeing as how quickly he'd been wrong, better head anything else off quickly. He reaches down to pat her on the back though, as close to a hug as he's willing to attempt.

[withsadness]

"But if you don't...if you don't promise, how can I be sure it's for real?" She doesn't understand, truly, the concept of danger, of necessity, of exploration in this place. Can't they just live and be happy? Can't they just be together? "I hate it, I hate it when people leave."