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Number 1; voice/action

[A gentle boy's voice comes in suddenly, mid-word.]

--t'll turn on? Yeah, I think that worked... Man, this is pretty cool! Is this heaven or something? It's not quite what I imagined... it's a lot greener, for one thing! And my wings aren't pure white, like I thought people were supposed to get when they died. But I guess I can't really complain too much... I mean, this is better than no afterlife at all, right?

I guess I didn't expect heaven to have weird magic notebook things, either, come to think of it. But then, I've never met someone who could tell me about heaven first-hand! It's not like getting married, after all, most people don't live to tell you about it later. Hahaha...

Gosh, I guess I don't even know if anyone's listening to this. Um, is anyone? ... If you are, hi!

[And then he stops the recording, looking around himself at the forest out here. Gosh, it's so lush... way more lively than the forests he'd been in! And he can see all kinds of birds in the trees, and small animals skittering about...

It was weird, that Heaven would be so much more alive than Earth.

Slowly, he drifts around the forest in his cotton pants, floating with his bony toes sometimes grazing the undergrowth and mulchy soil, absorbing the life around him and... and wondering about his friends, that he felt like he'd just seen a few minutes ago, just before he'd woken up here.

They were probably already arguing, knowing them!]

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Hey there, you can count one person on the 'I'm listening' side of things.

Though, this isn't really the afterlife--it's Luceti. I can understand the mix-up. It has a very...afterlife feel to it, when you first get here. What with the wings and all.

No, this isn't the afterlife or heaven.

[Kasuka notice that it's a young boy's voice. A young boy asking about heaven? Hm...]

This is Luceti.

[There's someone else wandering the forest this day, too. Dressed in her usual sailor fuku despite the poor weather, Yuriko is also floating a few inches above the ground to combat the undergrowth.

When she spots Emil. she quickly drops to her feet, however, a little shocked at his appearance.]

We're listening.

[if the other replies didn't make that clear.] This is Luceti, not heaven. Everyone here gets a book.

[You know... Scorpius in all of his six foot bondage suited glory has concluded that he really, really is tired of seeing humans when catching so much of a glimpse like someone like Emil makes him turn his head to get a second glance. and then a glance his thermal read. And then strut on over to make conversation, a silver suitcase in one hand as he was en route somewhere else but welcoming the distraction]

Good afternoon.

["It's not like getting married"? That's a rather strange example to use... Well, it sounds like a very nice boy, so Cheria will not hesitate to offer her assistance.]

I see others have already responded, but... Do you have any more questions?

[Jeb is wandering around the forest with his sketchbook. It really is becoming a common place for him to do artwork, except during the night (for Drucilla-related reasons.)

When he sees Emil, he stops and gets a look at him. While a sight like this would be strange back home, it's not here, and after a moment he smiles.] Hello there!

[Someone is watching the boy in the forest from her backyard. Someone who happens to be mildly terrified but too curious to run away flailing; after all, she knew a floating skull, s-so.

Maybe this guy was nice, too.

/STARE STARE STARE STARE from over here behind this bush]

[Up and about the forest is one Taokaka, who happens to see the odd skeleton-weapon-boy. That's definitely one she hasn't seen before, so she pounces a bit closer.]

[....A child?... And a child who thought he had died, it sounded like. That... was a little disturbing.]

This isn't heaven. Though there are quite a lot of people here to listen, do not worry.

Did you just arrive?

Hello! You must be another New Feather. What's your name?

[Mithos moves carefully through the woods, still forced to rely on a crutch and wary of losing his balance on the uneven forest floor. His eyes scan the area, hoping for a glimpse of his sister, any sign that she's returned from her ordeal in the Malnosso's custody. It might be futile, but staying holed up in his house and waiting is no better.

Seeing movement from out of the corner of his eye, he whips around--

To see a floating skeleton wandering through the underbrush nearby. Emil, you have about two seconds to prove you're not a threat, before he starts casting a spell.]

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[action] because my weiss muse won't let me leave this post alone

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