Post by Amara on Sept 26, 2021 20:51:58 GMT -5
Amara blearily returned to consciousness, mind aware of only one thing: "M' face is hoooot..." The hybrid forced her eyes open, hand rubbing her cheek in vain to make the warmness subside. "Wait a minute. My ship isn't yellow." It was then that Amara realized her body has no sense of gravitas to it either. And that she was on a long winding path filled with halo ghosts. And multicolored humanoids with clipboards and megaphones were directing traffic. "What the heck?" Didn't she DIE on Plant? This had to be some sort of... dream, right? She attempted to drift out of line only to get inexplicably forced back in, startling her. "Wuh??"
A blue-skinned attendant saw her struggling and came over, nervously adjusting their tie. "Please stay in line, ma'am! I know you must be confused, but, long story short you have died and are awaiting judgment for the afterlife."
"That's REAL?" The notion of persistent life after death instead of souls just getting tossed into the magic recycle bin was weird. "Why am I made outta clouds!?"
"That's your incorporeal form of sorts. Please adjust to it at your leisure." The line moved forward with Amara getting pushed alongside it, the woman grumbling but complying nonetheless. The Ogre hurried to catch up to continue expositing details: "When you reach King Yemma, the VERY big Ogre at the end of the line, just state your heroic or deeds and you will be judged fit for Heaven or Hell."
"Wait just a minute-" Again the line moved and again Amara was spirited away. There was little to do but wait, yet eventually, her turn came as a cherry-colored absolute UNIT of a dude sat before her. "Uhhh nice desk. Is that mahogany?" Amara paused, giving herself a ghost-pinch. "Erm, I mean. I'm Amara Bloodthorne. I died in single combat against that... guy Yangcong. I don't know much about my deeds to really classify them one way or the other so sorry about that?"
A blue-skinned attendant saw her struggling and came over, nervously adjusting their tie. "Please stay in line, ma'am! I know you must be confused, but, long story short you have died and are awaiting judgment for the afterlife."
"That's REAL?" The notion of persistent life after death instead of souls just getting tossed into the magic recycle bin was weird. "Why am I made outta clouds!?"
"That's your incorporeal form of sorts. Please adjust to it at your leisure." The line moved forward with Amara getting pushed alongside it, the woman grumbling but complying nonetheless. The Ogre hurried to catch up to continue expositing details: "When you reach King Yemma, the VERY big Ogre at the end of the line, just state your heroic or deeds and you will be judged fit for Heaven or Hell."
"Wait just a minute-" Again the line moved and again Amara was spirited away. There was little to do but wait, yet eventually, her turn came as a cherry-colored absolute UNIT of a dude sat before her. "Uhhh nice desk. Is that mahogany?" Amara paused, giving herself a ghost-pinch. "Erm, I mean. I'm Amara Bloodthorne. I died in single combat against that... guy Yangcong. I don't know much about my deeds to really classify them one way or the other so sorry about that?"