deleons | The Limbo Meme

Congratulations, you are dead.

You’re not sure how it happened, or maybe you are. Was it a hero’s death, or the desperate last moments of a coward? Maybe you died to protect someone, maybe you fell on your own sword, maybe you passed away peacefully in your bed one night, or maybe you were taken out by force. Whatever the reason, you are now neither here nor there, no pearly gates or brimstone in sight. This is what they call “limbo”, a liminal space made not to exist in, but to pass through on your way to a more finite destination. Even so, there’s no telling how long you might be stuck here, nor who you might encounter.

Directions:
-create a top level, either blank or with a prompt or preferences
-select a number, letter, or combination of the two from the lists below if you wish
-tag others and enjoy being dead
(OTA all canon characters and OCs)

Optional Prompts
How long have you been here?

1. Newly dead; You haven’t been here long. Maybe you don’t remember how you got here, or maybe you do. You might be scared, confused, disheartened, or even relieved. You’re not the only one drifting through this strange place, so maybe you should ask a familiar - or unfamiliar - face what’s going on.

2. Getting your footing; You’re not exactly a seasoned death veteran, but you’ve been here a while, and whether you like it or not, you’re almost starting to get used to this place - but when will it be time to move on? And who’s that new person who just arrived? That person in the corner has been here as long as you have, if not longer. Maybe you should talk to them.

3. A seasoned spirit; You’ve been here for years, or decades, or centuries. Perhaps you’ve learned how to drift in and out with how long you’ve been dwelling in this strange place. You could give a newbie some advice, or maybe ease the frustration of someone who has been here not quite long enough to accept what their existence has become - that they’ll become you. Then again, maybe you’re just angry you’re still stuck here at all.

What are you doing?

A. Asking questions; How did you get here? How did you die? Will you ever see your family or friends again? Is that one of them? When will you move on to the next stage? Who’s that weird guy standing in the corner over there? You’ve got questions and you want answers.

B. Facing your killer; You know how you got here, you know who’s responsible, but do you know exactly what you’d have to say to them if you saw them? Well, you better figure it out - they’re standing right in front of you.

C. Facing your victim; Well, this is awkward. At some point in the past, you made a decision, and now that decision has quite literally come back to haunt you. The person for whom’s death you are responsible is standing right in front of you, and they are probably going to want some answers

D. A familiar face; Maybe you’re new here, or maybe you’ve been here for years; either way, you’ve just seen a familiar face, whether it be a long lost loved one, or someone you never expected to follow you so soon in death. What will you say to them?

E. Wildcard; Go crazy! Any number of things can happen when your soul is trapped between dimensions. Strike up a conversation with a stranger, explore any strange new powers you might discover as a ghost, haunt one of the living, etc. The possibilities are endless!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[please please please let me know if you want me to avoid spoilers for DRV3, otherwise i'll just assume spoilers are cool]

[Iwaizumi, in a rare show of vulnerability, looks a bit shaken. But can one really blame him? He’s only seventeen, at the prime of his life—- or, at least he was. Now, he’s dead.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind he, he perceives a girl standing next to him, but he’s not quite speaking to her when he says it. His voice is a bit breathless.]

What...happened?

Hmm...

[The girl beside him doesn't seem to have noticed him yet. She has her arms crossed, eyes closed in deep contemplation.]

You know, I always kind of thought Bach had gotten it right! Oh, or like "Hall of the Mountain King" for the other place. John Cage's 4'33, though...?

[Her lips purse in a disappointed pout, her earlier thoughtful hum pitching upward into a louder noise of dissatisfaction.]

[A beat, then she reaches up with both hands to slap her own cheeks with a resounding smack!]

Alright! Let's figure this out! Hey, you!

[She wheels and points toward Iwaizumi, almost poking him in the nose.]

Who're you?

Huh—- hey, what’re you—-

[Iwaizumi starts when a finger is suddenly pointed directly in front of his face, his expression falling into one of irritation, though half-hearted.]

Who are you, and why do you have your finger in my face?

Where is this place?

Oh! Sorry.

[She at least has the grace to look embarrassed as she draws her hand back, clasping it behind her back. It's not a marked improvement in personal space, though, considering she leans in to peer up at him with another hum.]

I'm Akamatsu Kaede, the Super High School Level Pianist. This is...

[Yet another hum, a lilting, confused up-and-down noise as she glances around. One hand comes up from behind her back to twine a strand of blonde hair around one finger.]

...Probably Monokuma's doing? Hey, hey, were you at the school, too?

Monokuma? Who—-

What school? I’m from Aoba Johsai in Miyagi. And I’ve never heard of any “Super High School Level” anything.

What’s going on here?

Oh... really? Then you weren't...

[She trails off and bites her lip, gaze skittering sideways for a moment. Her hand lowers from her hair to gently touch her throat. Was all that a dream, then...? Or...]

[A few long heartbeats, then she seems to return to the moment and forces a laugh and a smile.]

Well... I wouldn't worry about that, then! All that really matters is that we figure out where we are and how to get back, right? Aoba-Johsai-Student-kun.

C'mon! We're not gonna figure anything out if we just stand around.

[It’s not as if she’s necessarily incorrect, he thinks. If she doesn’t know what’s going on, and he doesn’t know what’s going on, then the only way to know what’s going on is to find out, and yet...Something about the entire situation feels...hopeless, somehow.

[Iwaizumi squeezes his eyes shut for a minute and tries to remember that last thing he...well, remembers. No luck. His memory feels so fogged that he almost wonders if he’d been drugged or something along those lines. Tired, too.

[Maybe that would mean this is just a dream then. Surely that has to be it. But for some reason he doesn’t believe that.

[Somewhat miserably, he corrects her on the name.]

Iwaizumi. That’s my name.

Where...do we start?

(Whiteness. Neverending whiteness. Ren can't tell when exactly did he die, it all happened way too fast for eyes, and now, here he stands. Much of him seethes at the sight of Kaede also being here, but buried way deep, a part of him too is relieved he got to see her again.

All he does is to wrap an arm around her shoulders, gently kissing her forehead in wordless speech.)

Oh... Ren-kun.

[He wraps an arm around her, and she just sags into him, pressing her face into his shoulder and relying on his strength to keep her upright. Everything's a chaotic blur, only slowly resolving into focus, and she reaches with both hands to grip his waist as if that might somehow help steady her.]

What... what happened?

The Limbo Meme

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