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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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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.

"This god," then, is what decided I should stay dead? Hmm.

[His stomach is starting to twist and make him feel sick, but he doesn't want to stick around this place, really, so he tries to hide any discomfort. He opens his mouth to say his name --]

[Then closes it again, puzzled. Oh dear. Give him a minute; it's on the tip of his tongue...]

[....

....

This is the icon I have for you.]

[He remembers that one of his names starts with a 'T' and it's short, at least! ... At least, he's pretty sure. Probably. Well, it's not really a time to be second-guessing himself... but he'll feel terribly silly if he says the wrong name.]

...

...

...

[As casually as possible, he asks:] Do I need my full name?

Yes. ♥

[Oh. Damn. Uh, stalling, stalling while he tries to remember...]

Why do you hate this god so much? [He fakes a smile again.] Surely you have things to do other than wander empty graveyards in search of the occasional lost soul to snatch away from him.

My goals and purpose are my own. ♥ This god has ruled over long enough and should be shown for the false deity he truly is.