...I think you're right, actually.
(Sounds calm as ever, just floating there.)
Even when I was last alive, I didn't recognize anyone. I haven't seen Rosarita in... it's probably been a decade, at least...
I do think you are right. Even those at home are dead and gone for me.
(HUGE GRIN)
hooough... Ahcallmoosto'mahfemaleconspecefecs"hen"annaewee, soo... Guidt'meetye, Hen!
(HAPPEYYYYY)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... Right.
Well. Good.
-Uncrosses her arms, pocketing them and looking at the ground-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Nods, using his ghost-hand to twirl a strand of his ghost-hair on his ghost-finger... NERD)
(The skeleton slowly begins to come back together, the broken bones just coalescing into piles of dust and fragments before easing back into where they would be.)
...I'll get out of your sight once the body reassembles. I can't go far without it. When I try, my consciousness fades, and I reawaken in my skull.
Soo, haeyebeenheereferverryloang, Hen, ordedahjistmanaget'messye? Et'soonlybeen, oo... abootamonthan'ahalfferme.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019…
(Has like... not made eye contact this entire time. Is floating near the floor now, sprawled out.)
...My name was Nate River, when I was alive. I went by Near, and later L. I guess I'm just telling you this for its own sake.
Ahhh... Ahs'poose'tgetsdeffecult, o'erth'years, keepentraicko'th'passageo'time... Ahdoowinderhaelongah'llbehere. But... this. Not your earth. What illuminates... Not your sun. Another dimension. Why use years?
(The Presence called "Ray" remains, placid. It has not moved an inch.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Well met, Gracia.
(The clatter starts up again, and the skeleton's re-bandaged hand thumps at the top of the stairs, trying to pull itself up.)
...I guess that's my body fixed, then. That was far more boring than it should have been, putting it back together. I guess it's because I've done it before a few times now.
Aye... Weell—... Etawwdependsonth'loocation, ahthenk, bitmoostlyaye, yerreet. How arbitrary...
(It yawns for yawning's own sake, the inside of its mouth as white and vague as the rest of it. A smile, faint traces of exhaustion inherent to it, plays on the mammalian lips it chose to wear for its Being.)
But how special. This is good. Many years, then. Maybe billions.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019@hotpizza: glad to see someone new drop by, but if you're interested in the game please drop by the sign up thread
and post a sheet. once you have, we'll take a look at it and approve you should it pass. as a side note, joke characters are not usually accepted as first characters, so i wouldn't recommend trying to join as...well, a hot pizza.
woods
Solace made her way through the woods, wolves in tow keeping stride next to her.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Solace, somewhere out of nowhere, another set of footsteps has appeared behind you-
-You hear a voice-
Hey.
-Then a soft whisper against your ear-
It's spook season.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She hugged back, lifting and twirling her a bit, giggling-
Guhhh, it's been way too long!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She set her down and released her, just admiring her for a sec, reading her signs-
Look at you, gorgeous! And the wolves - fuckin' aesthetic.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?


-She huffs, crossing her arms, glowering-
I bet nobody here knows you. I bet nobody went to your grave. I bet nobody will care that you're back.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?