conversations: human
conversations:  It was a blur....you remember being alive...some of you remember drifting off slowly....others sudden sharp pain and an agonizing death. However you died you are in a featureless white plane, there was nothing anywhere to be seen. There was light to see by but, there were no shadows. The only thing that could be seen was the 4 of you. There was gravity but you still felt sorta floaty.
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Well. This was somewhat disappointing.
  Nothing like what he had expected. At the very least, he would have assumed some variety.
  Perhaps not.
  Hey... Were those  people  over there?
  "Perhaps.... Perhaps this is a sort of waiting room?"
  Indigo asked, in his usual abrupt and somewhat off-putting manner.
conversations: D20ragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  I suppose if you look at it from a biblical standpoint, thsi could be purgatory. Which is a sort of waiting room I guess.   Timothy remarks. He starts, testing his coordination in his new, malleable environment.
conversations: Torgarn:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well it's certainly... Not what I was expecting."
    The older man is wearing a slightly worn tweed three piece suit.  His hair is white white, but he seems to be in reasonable shape.  He holds a hand out to Timothy and smiles to the child.
    "Thomas A. Deville.  And I have the pleasure of speaking to...?"  
conversations: Obscurejones:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shivering.  Cold.  And then-
  
  Nothing?
  
  Nope.  Still something.  A brief period of nothing, perhaps.  But he was definitely still something.  The Street Singer shook his head, looking around at the blankness, and the three others.   "I...ahhh...my head..."   He clutched his head, trying to get things to make sense.   "Adam.  Though my friends call me the Street Singer, or just Singer.  Anybody seen a guitar?  I swear I had it right here." 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  -CLack, CLack, Clack...The sound is almost deafening in the near silent room. It belongs to a cane, it was a rather immaculately designed cane as well. It was long and black with a silver dragon head on the end. Gripped in it's mouth is a large ruby. You know this because you see the man owning it seem to step from the void. He was tall and strangely featureless, he wore clothes but not clothes, he wore shoes but not shoes, he had hair but not hair.....and he had no eyes whatsoever. His flesh was a dark obsidian black and he smiled showing his perfectly white teeth and making the markings to either side of his mouth flex-   GOOD OF YOU ALL TO ARRIVE FINALLY, I DON"T KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH YOU FOLK BUT YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO ARRIVE LATE. Oh EXCUSE ME, WHERE ARE MY MANNERS? MY NAME IS MR.CHALK   -his voice was calm and collected but somehow incredibly harsh upon the ears, like someone rubbing a fork on a plate.-
  
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conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  My name is Timothy Caine, what is it you want of us, creature.
conversations: Torgarn:
conversations: human
conversations:  OH WHAT I WANT ISN"T IMPORTANT, SEE WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS WHAT YOU 4 WANT. YOU WANT A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE, ALL OF YOU. THAT DON"T COME EASY  -He grins inhumanly wide showing dozens of pearly white teeth"
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "...Right.  Dead.  And you're offering a way back to life."   The Singer looked at the strange creature for a moment.  Blinked twice.  And then laughed.   "Weird dream.  I've had weirder.  But I'd like to wake up now please." 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I'M SORRY, BUT YOU ARE ACTUALLY DEAD, AND I'm NOT HERE TO BRING YOU BACK. NO I'M HERE TO TELL YOU THE RULES.'
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "...Well that's certainly a kindness of you.  The rules then, Mr. Chalk."
    As he speaks Thomas keeps his eye on the cane.
    "Nice enough walking stick.  Reminds me of one I had as a young man.  Had a donkey on the head.  Nice enough top but it was a two parter and the bottom like to splinter.  Never stayed in one piece.  Once put the top on a pool cue.  Shot reasonably straight."  
conversations: Obscurejones:
conversations: human
conversations:  Indigo remained silent, more then a bit unnerved by this Mr Chalk.
  At the mention of a second chance though, he spoke up.
  "So, there is more to the afterlife then this, am I right? Well, tell us the rules quickly, then."
conversations: D20ragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  -He tosses his cane to the professor-  "YOU'LL BE NEEDING THIS. also YES THERE IS FAR MORE TO THE AFTERLIFE THAN LIMBO HERE. basically EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER BEEN DREAMED, IMAGINED OR THOUGHT UP EXISTS. IN THE AFTERLIFE THE GREAT AJAX AND SUPERMAN FIGHT FORCES OF EVIL. WHERE MEN ARE NOT JUST WHAT THEY WERE, BUT THE IDEALS THEY BECAME. WHERE YOUR MIND AND SOUL CAN SHAPE THE LAND BETTER THAN ANY TOOL. THE AFTERLIFE IS A PLACE OF INFINITE WONDERS, AND UNCOUNTABLE HORRORS. TO EARN YOUR SECOND CHANCE YOU MUST NEVER STOP, NEVER GIVE INTO TEH TEMPTATIONS OF THE LAND. TO DO SO WILL BE TO ACCEPT DEATH. YOU WILL JOURNEY, NEVER GAINING ANY PERMANENT COMPANIONS OR FRIENDS, YOUR DESTINATION...IS DIFFERENT FOR EACH OF YOU, ONLY YOU'LL KNOW WHEN YOU REACH IT, AND WHEN YOU DO....YOU MAY EARN A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE." 
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  The Singer sank to the ground, head briefly touching his knees.   "Dead.  Wow.  Alright then.  I."   From the ground, such as it was, he looked up at the mysterious figure.   "You wouldn't happen to have a guitar, wouldja Mr. Chalk?" 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  If you would like to tell us what is going on then. Also, what happens if we break the rules, eh?  
conversations: Torgarn:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Yes, what then? Eternal damnation and torment, I suppose."
conversations: D20ragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  -Looks at his watch-  NOW NOW, All QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED EVENTUALLY.....OR THEY WON"T. THAT"S KIND OF THE FUN OF LIFE. NOW THEN STEP ON THROUGH  -A door appears in the middle of the featureless void next to him-
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Certainly, a shadowy specter tells me to walk through a door after I died, why not." Timothy strides forward through the door.
conversations: Torgarn:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I suppose there's no reason not to.  Either I'm dead, or this is a potent hallucination.  Either way, the only way through is onward."  
  The doctor pauses just outside the door.
    "Thanks for the cane, by the way."  
conversations: Obscurejones:
conversations: human
conversations:  Indigo practically ran forward, so unnerved was he by Mr. Chalk.
  He paused on the doorstep, then shook his head, and ran through the open door.
conversations: D20ragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  -AS you step through the door there is only darkness, black abyss and then light. You land on your back in a strange land. a city where there was no sky but a mirror version of the city, it seemed utterly devoid of people at the moment. However as you stand there, they seem to fade in like ghosts before they were as solid as the fellow wandered next to you.The architecture and design was odd and in some places seemed to defy proper physics. The people were strange in appearance, they were short and squat, with long heads with beedy eyes. They're mouths filled with razor sharp teeth. One looks at you, he was in a constable's uniform" Oi, watch where you goin, no apparatin into a public place it ain't safe.
  
   
  {imagine a mirror of the image built so that the two towers touch}}
conversations: Cogsrow:
conversations: human
conversations:  Thomas nods to the pointy headed lawman.
    "Our apologies constable.  Didn't mean to startle anyone, I'm sure."  
conversations: Obscurejones:
conversations: human
conversations:  Yes, what he said, now if you will excuse us we are on a spiritual journey of self-awareness or some rot.  
conversations: Torgarn: