Jason had been sitting under the tree, writing in his journal, trying to pen down his thoughts.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>Jason Whitaker<br/>
Log 1<br/>
Reincarnation Hill<br/>
October 14th, 2017<br/>
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I feel like I should start taking notes in case something....goes wrong. I am Jason Whitaker, apart of the Satanism Pantheon and soon-to-be best cook in this world.....maybe even my world. I just found out a sum total of five minutes ago that I was killed by a god and sent to a world where magic exists and everything seems like a fantasy game. Also, I have been informed that should I not wish to remain here, I have a year to go to a place called the '<b>Well of Souls'</b> to return to my world. Honestly, I am not sure what to think about it- I mean, considering all the events my life have led up to this point, the fact there doesn't seem to be a record at this point....well, I don't know how to feel about that.  Even If I can find this thing, do I even want to return to my world? It's not like I have much to go back too- Deep in Debt,  struggling in school, a whore of an ex girlfriend who doesn't know how to take NO for an answer. I guess all I can do now is make the most of this second chance I was given <br/>
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It is with that thought in mind that I am endeavoring to make a record, so that I don't become another number of dead.<br/>
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I was given this journal by the god who killed me, Zeus, so I shall use this as a means to create an accurate account of my exploration of this new world. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to publish this when I get home. A cook turned into a writer? That bitch of an ex-girlfriend of mine would drop dead from shock.</i><br/>​</div>His eyes turned upwards as he heard a voice, clicking the journal shut and placing it in his bag. He would then look towards the two, and raise an eyebrow, as they spoke. The way they fought, it reminded him of his own sister. Siblings. Jason would then open his mouth, before the girl spoke up for him, leading to the two bickering some more. He would then let out a chuckle, as he spoke up. "<b>Jason. Jason Whitaker, soon to be best chef in THIS world. Glad to see Avarice is still alive and well. I'd play with you, but two things. One-" </b>He said, holding up a hand and one finger. "<b>I <i>never </i>lose." </b>He said. It was gambler slang for '<i>I cheat'. </i>He would then drop his hand. "<b>-and two, what are we betting? I wasn't exactly given a pouch of mon-" <br/>
</b><br/>He would stop, before seeing that little pouch next to him. He would then look at it, as it had a note attached. '<i>Starting fund for all newly Reincarnated. Currency value- 10 Copper = 1 Silver. 10 Silver = One Gold.' </i>He would open the pouch, before pouring it into his hand. 1 gold, two silver, three copper. Considering how the note made it seem, this might be pocket change at best, but it was still better than having nothing. Jason would look over towards them. "<b>Guess we DO have something to gamble....but, let's do it in a more friendly setting, shall we? Your lovely sister probably would want you to have a roof over your head BEFORE you lose all your money." </b>Jason said, trying to be polite to the woman and issuing a challenge to the male. He would then look towards the woman and bow his head. "<b>Nice to meet you ma'am, like I said my name is Jason. As a fellow older sibling.....I am so sorry." </b>He said, assuming she was an older sibling. He understood how it was to have reckless siblings.....then again, he WAS a reckless sibling himself, so he had little room to talk either. But she didn't know that yet.<br/><b><br/>
"Alright, well, we're not going to get much done if we stay here. We should-" </b>He started to say, before he felt the speed of a chipmunk with ADHD, high on sugar, batter into him with the force of a NFL Quarterback on steroids, and he was promptly on the ground with something smothering his face.Then, he heard the voice- Seraphina! This woman was someone who had ALWAYS had her hand in trying to keep Jason out of his self-inflicted trouble. Granted, he did need a lot of help, but he was trying to live a little! Still though, This woman was someone who always listened to him- It was why he trusted her with that Locket. The Locket was his most prized possession, it was given to him by the priest who first inducted him into satanism, it was a symbol of fortune. She was devote Christian, so she was reluctant to accept it, but when he told her how much it meant to her, she took it in a heartbeat. Not only that, but she was an up and coming Artist and Idol, her voice was amazing and her art was beautiful.<br/><br/>'<i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F20%2Fa6%2F9a%2F20a69ad93340c5a8c68ec1621f2d2762--broken-heart-drawings-mending-a-broken-heart.jpg&amp;hash=63f8ff24faddcd60e8e27f9b1cc91e0e" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/20/a6/9a/20a69ad93340c5a8c68ec1621f2d2762--broken-heart-drawings-mending-a-broken-heart.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Taming a Wild Heart</a>' </i>was always his favorite.<br/><br/>(Note- This is not god modding, I happen to know Cheshire in real life, and she gave me approval for this)<br/><br/>While Jason was happy to see her, happy to know that he was not going to be alone in this world, he was suffocating a bit. "<b>Sera, I am happy to see you too, but would mind getting off me? I am having a hard time breathing-" </b>He said, trying to push her off, before he felt something something soft in his hand, when he tried to push her off. His face would immediately go straight as he let out a sigh. "<b>What is this, an anime.....?" </b><br/><br/>He was promptly struck with a large amount of strength, before he began flying and bouncing off the ground, promptly hitting a maple tree. "<b>AGH!......Okay, Sera- I just died, I don't need to die again....." </b>He said, as he fell onto the ground. The tree would fade, before three crystals would fall onto his lap. Looking down, he'd pick them up before checking what they were. Plant Fiber, Wood, and.....Maple Syrup. Jason would rub the back of his head. "<b>Again, is this an Anime or Video Game? What the hell.....Zeus wasn't kidding, this world IS magical...." </b>He said, placing them in his bag, as he would look towards the two by the tree. He would blink once, not trying to startle them, before waving.<br/><br/>"<b>Hi."<br/>
</b><br/>God, this was getting off to one hell of a start, and they were not even past day ONE!<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="309" data-username="@Chara the Cheshire" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/309/">@Chara the Cheshire</a><a class="username" data-user-id="188" data-username="@Layali" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/188/">@Layali</a><a class="username" data-user-id="260" data-username="@Solaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/260/">@Solaris</a>(There we go!