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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[Bad News doesn't not notice her swearing. Actually, he doesn't even seem to be moving at all right now.]

[He waits a few moments, then peeks around the headstone again. If Bad News isn't looking his way -- well, surely it can't hurt to sneak a few headstones closer for a better look. He's not about to walk straight up to Bad News, but sneaking is a different matter.]

Sneaking is successful. You see the Earl lost in thought looking out into the distance all fat and round and jolly.

[Fat and round and jolly. This... person? is striking him of some sort of creepy, maybe-evil graveyard Santa Claus. He pulls a face at that.]

[He wonders what this creepy figure is thinking about... but he gets the feeling that he should really be counting his blessings that he hasn't been noticed and stop testing his luck, so he'll try to creep away.]

Your creeping away will be successful, but you notice now no matter where you turn he's always at the edge of your vision staring off into nothing even if you try to walk away from his direction.

[This is creeping him out, but he's also starting to wonder if there's any point in trying to creep away. Maybe he's just a "ghost," like those Akuma?]

[He stops creeping and returns to walking around properly. He's ready to try to run if he needs to, but even if this figure is incapable of noticing him, he might just take off in an attempt to get this figure out of his sight anyway.]

It takes a while, but you do eventually get the fat man out of the corner of your eye.

But now you are just in an expanse of Akuma filled graveyard.

[If he needed to run to get away, he'll need to rest a good while, but then he'll be up and wandering again.]

Does this place ever end?

Do you really want to know the answer to that?

[He probably wouldn't, no. He could be agitated by a possibility or driven mad by a certainty, really.]

[The thought does cross his mind, though. He thinks this is any other part of the Dressing Room; even ignoring how nothing changes, if he stays here, won't he starve? Will he just revive here, too? ... Right now, he can say this isn't the worst place to be trapped, but he certainly doesn't like the idea.]

[In that increasing agitation, he'll take off running again. He doesn't last long; he never does. When he's forced to stop, he'll sit down against a headstone, and fall asleep.]

[Even if there's an end to this place, there's no indication he'll reach it any time soon...]

Dreaming is an odd thing here, but you do fall asleep. You see snippets of forgotten things or at least things deeply pushed down.

Fire burning down one side of your face.

A women, a female Allen Walker, saying something that makes the blood in your veins chill.

Looking up at the sky and seeing the stars hanging on strings.

And then you wake up, and that fat man is standing over you with a never moving grin.]

Good evening. ♥

[The dreams would be unsettling enough on their own, but does anyone ever want to wake up to Bad News? He freezes, startled.]

[He quickly force himself to relax enough to stand. He keeps the headstone against the back of his legs; while he'd very much like to hop over it and run, one should not run from danger if one does not want to risk being chased. He also tries to keep his tone casual, almost careless, and fakes a matching smile.]

Evening. I don't believe we've met?

Edited (missed an important phrase and used the wrong conjunction) 2013-01-17 05:20 (UTC)

[The fat man shakes his head.]

Have you come to take vengeance on that distasteful god? ♥

Wouldn't that be difficult? I don't see any gods here.

Oho, you can defy by living. By proving you won't be a slave to such whims. ♥

My, my, if that's all it takes, it seems people spend all their lives defying this god without even knowing.

Would you care to live again? ♥

I wasn't aware I was still dead.

You are, my child. ♥ Did you not feel your bones crack before getting here.

Oh, dying is one thing, but staying dead seems quite rare. Is there a difference between this and living?

[The Earl gives him a questioning glance but takes a step back.]

If you wish to remain here, you may. ♥ If you wish to reconsider, I am not difficult to find.

Ah -- wait.

How would I go about living again?

[He's got a terrible feeling about this, but it can't hurt to ask, can it?]

[The fat man smiles wider. Is that even possible?]

Call out your own name. ♥

Is that all? And I simply revive?

[He wishes the warning bells ringing in the back of his head would tell him why he had a bad feeling about this.]

... Revivification isn't the sort of thing someone usually lets a person know about solely out of the goodness of their heart.

Your distrust is understandable, but I live to defy that god. ♥

The power of revival is mine to give, but I can not do it alone. That is your part in the ritual.