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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!

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((ooc: I’ve only read book one so far, so please try not to spoil beyond that point!))

Edited 2021-02-11 20:22 (UTC)

((ooc: canon point is directly before sending the calling card for Shido’s palace, so please try not to spoil beyond that point!))

Well, I have to admit. This is a little disappointing.

[Mahito doesn’t exactly look disappointed though. He’s tapping his finger on his chin, thoughtful.]

Not what I was expecting anyway. [His expression becomes cheerful then, though sinister all the same. He smiles.] I’m glad I get to see you again, Junpei-kun.

Edited 2021-02-11 20:46 (UTC)

[The disgust that rises up in Adam at the sight of his deceased Latin teacher is enough to cause earthquakes or drop a grown man to his knees. His eyes narrow, his feet plant firmly on the ground, and he stares Barrington Whelk down.

He never thought he'd miss his father's gun.]

Shouldn't you be in Hell?

[ Summers mean Gansey pouring himself even further into his quest for Glendower. Summers mean Darlington detaching himself from New Haven and joining in to help out, coming down south to plumb the depths of Henrietta and its strange leyline.

Except. Something seems to have gone wrong. In their latest delve into the woods, the leyline had warped beneath their feet and they've wound up... here. A formless limbo; it reminds Darlington unnervingly of the river, the hazy boundary between the living world and that of the dead. He's only been here once before, calling in some favours from the necromantic society at Yale to talk to a ghost, but so it looks distressingly familiar.

Are they dead?? ]

Well. On the scale of 1-10 in rituals that have ever gone wrong in my life— this ranks rather highly.

[That voice. Barrington Whelk pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh without turning around. Can he seriously not even float through the ceaseless void between dimensions in peace? Really?

[He turns to face Adam with a glare that can really only be described as half-hearted. If he weren’t feeling so exasperated, he might feel some satisfaction at the little bastard being dead, but as it stands, he does not.]

Do we really need to be doing this right now? I think you’re fully capable of leaving me alone.

I’d say so...

[Gansey’s voice is breathless with a brand of panic that sounds very much like calm. If one didn’t know him all that well, they might think that he were simply taking in his surroundings, eyes scanning the strange dimension behind wiry frames - and, of course, he is, but he’s also terrified. Had he the clarity at the moment to care whether or not Darlington might notice, he might. But he doesn’t.]

Are we...? [Still breathless, he shakes his head. He isn’t looking at Darlington.] No, that can’t be, I don’t—-

[Finally, he gives a wary glance at his companion.]

I don’t remember. What happened?

[ They have that in common: the stiff upper lip, the attempts to cobble their composure together and maintain a kind of dignity, even when they're scared shitless. Darlington takes a deep breath, and tries to answer the other boy's question, wracking his brain. Normally he has such crisp, precise memory, everything pinned with exacting specificity, but now he finds that his recollection is hazy. All he can recall is a burning sensation in his throat: ]

There was... a potion, I think? I remember Ronan sounding particularly upset. He said we were, to quote, "absolute fucking idiots" to try this and that it'd backfire on us, that it would be like poison.

I'm struggling to remember the rest. Of how it went.

[ Hopefully their friends are sitting ready to yank them back to the world of the living once their bodies start fading too much — but from here, it's impossible to tell. ]

[No telling, really. The idea of a potion - a poison - should be more alarming than it is when it hits Gansey, and as far as he can deduce from that sensation alone, it means it’s probably true. Ronan’s described reaction certainly sounds accurate, anyway, and Gansey silently curses himself for apparently having written it off. His risks aren’t always calculated, but he’s never quite messed up this badly before.]

Darlington. [Richard Gansey’s voice is composed and unwavering, but there is a rawness in his throat when he speaks that he hopes only he can notice.] Do you have any experience with this sort of thing? Any at all?

Tell me what you know.

[They’ll figure this out yet - they have to.]

And what, exactly, do you think you're doing here?

[The voice comes from behind him, echoing slightly in the desolate wasteland that's made up the majority of Akechi's afterlife. Howling winds, desolate stretches of rocky emptiness -- some parts are freezing cold, open to an eternal night air; some parts are blazing hot under the watchful eye of an unforgivingly close sun. Some parts, like right here, are a little oasis one could mistake for comfort, as if on the dawn line of an unrotating planet.

Of course, some of the wandering spirits passing through have tried to tell him that this purgatory, this limbo, could be changed through his own willpower. What a joke. What a colossal fucking insult to think that this place could be shaped by his own will as easily as twisting a cognition in the Metaverse. Nothing has ever been shaped by his own will, no matter how hard he tried to grasp it with his own hands.

And now Ren Amamiya has the gall to interrupt his afterlife, now, when he'd finally started getting used to these different forms of hell. At least he can take some small pleasure in the act of leaping from one of the rocky cliffs to land in the dust behind the other boy. At least he still has that.]

Don't tell me you let someone kill you, Joker.

[And just what, exactly, do you think you’re doing here? The voice behind Ren makes something churn deep in his gut, and it’s not because he’s afraid. Say what you will about all that these two have gone through in their short time knowing each other, but one thing Ren will never admit to is being afraid of Akechi Goro. No, what makes his stomach twist now is that he knows that voice, and he knows that he himself is dead, and he knows what the means, and he knows he doesn’t like it.

[So that’s why Akechi’s cognition had disappeared after all. Giving up the feeble hope that there had been some other possibility is something Ren was not ready to do today - then again, he hadn’t been ready to die either.

[He turns to face Akechi, expression steeled and unreadable. He’s gotten very good at that over the last year. He simply shakes his head.

[No, he hadn’t just let someone kill him. He refuses to accept that choice of words. He fought until his last breath. And as far as he’s concerned, now he’ll simply have to find a way to keep fighting.

[There has to be some sort of way. There simply has to.]

[He's actually not capable of leaving Whelk alone. Quite the opposite. If Whelk is here, and Adam is here, then surely the purpose of the after life is to torment Whelk-- maybe kill him again and again and again for eternity.

He could live (ha) with that.]

I'm disappointed that you're one of the first faces I see. [And the only familiar one...]

[Being killed at level 1 sucks. Just putting that out there.]

[Somehow, the mute shake of his head is more infuriating than any answer he could have given. Akechi feels his teeth bare in a grimace like a mockery of the smiles he used to give the television cameras with such ease.]

"Dead men tell no tales," hm?

[He closes the distance between them with deliberate steps, metal-clawed boots clicking against the stone. Dust swirls up around each footstep, but wisely decides not to get caught in whatever that business is with the tattered edges of his black-and-blue striped bodysuit and instead drifts back down to the ground.]

So then what does bring you here, Joker? [He gestures expansively to the empty world around them. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here. Ren shouldn't be here.] Don't tell me you missed me.

Yeah? Well, the feeling’s mutual, trash.

[Hey, guess what. He’s not your teacher anymore and he doesn’t have to be nice to you. Also, he’s been here long enough to know that you can’t do shit to him other than get on his nerves (though, he doesn’t exactly relish that though). Death has been very freeing in some ways.

[Also, he’s learned nothing.]

Go find another one then. I’m sure if you’re here it probably means your little friends managed to off themselves as well. Pity the thought.

[There’s a hint of a frown, though his stony expression endures. Longing isn’t exactly how he’d describe his feelings for Akechi, so in short, no, he’s not here because he “missed” him.

[But that doesn’t mean that he’s happy the other is dead. And that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish that things could have gone differently. He does with that. He wishes it very much.

[He shakes his head again, eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the grimace curling on Akechi’s lips. Posturing even here. It makes the twisting in Ren’s gut intensify with something not unlike pity, but more like pain.]

I’m going back.

[He will. He has to. He doesn’t even begin to allow himself to consider that that isn’t a possibility.

[Maybe he can bring Akechi with him when he does.]

(( he's got a canonical death that sucks, so... ))

(( sob ))

(( AI-style or human-style are available ))

...???

[This was most certainly unexpected. Minato couldn't help tilting his head at the newcomer. A Wildcard, even. One that really wasn't supposed to be here. In fact, he was fairly certain he wasn't ever supposed to show up here. Much like the other Wildcard, they were not destined for the same fate as he. That much Minato knew, thanks to the Universe and its answers. Of course, how much of that he would reveal was up for debate. Still, it was an unusual circumstance and Minato approached the teen with a casual countenance, hands in his pockets and his usual neutral expression.]

You don't belong here.

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The Limbo Meme

Barrington Whelk | The Raven Cycle (OTA)

Richard Campbell Gansey III | The Raven Cycle (OTA)

Iwaizumi Hajime | Haikyuu!! (OTA - Anime Only)

Ren Amamiya (Joker) | Persona 5 (Vanilla) (OTA)

Kurapika | Hunter x Hunter

Yoshino Junpei | Jujutsu Kaisen

1C >w>

2C, let's dance barry

slides in with some cross-canon, hopefully that's ok!!

he doesn’t feel like dancing

Yes of course! o/

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2D but also like, you know, them

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Sheyleigh | D&D OC

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Agent North | Red vs. Blue

Agent York | Red vs. Blue

Agent Texas ★ Red vs. Blue

Jo Quesada | OC

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