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[julyicide]

Who: Vash and anyone
When: Day 64, Evening
Where: Shrine area
What: Intro

[That was unexpected.

His head is reeling from the stunning revelation that he just died. He's scared, confused, angry and... relieved. But of all the places to end up, this was not what he had pictured. There might be people here and he can't let them see his turmoil, he'll deal with it himself when he can be sure that he is alone.

With that in mind, he's falling to his knees and starting to sob extremely loudly, wailing in a totally manly fashion.]

How could this happen to me? It's so tragic! It's always the young and stunningly handsome ones that go first...

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[nometal_alchemist]

Are you all right?

[julyicide]

How can I be all right? I'll never taste the sweet sugary bliss of a donut ever again.

[nometal_alchemist]

I'm fairly sure we have at least a couple of people around who can bake... I've never tried donuts, myself, but we prepare plenty of other food at the teahouse.

*in fact, he seems to be passing through with some food*

[keymash]

Maybe he could use a hug.

[nometal_alchemist]

I think there's quite a few people here who might benefit from that. If they'd ever ask, that is.

[keymash]

Guys never ask for hugs.

[nometal_alchemist]

That is generally true. And it's sometimes difficult to know when they're willing to accept one, until you know them better.

[slayerofgiants]

[Wander really hates to see people cry!]

C-can I get you anything?

[julyicide]

[Don't be too sorry for him, it's all crocodile tears.]

...a tissue?

[slayerofgiants]

[Wander can't tell. he just sees a very sad man that needs a hug.]

Oh, I think I have something... [reaching into his pockets, pulling out a handkerchief after a moment and handing it over.] Here you go. Um, I'm sorry about...

[you know, the whole dying thing.]

[julyicide]

[Taking the handkerchief, he blows his nose obscenely loudly and then tries to hand it back.]

Thank you.

[slayerofgiants]

[that actually startles him a bit, but that isn't difficult to do. Wander holds up his hands and forces a smile]

Er, why don't you keep it? In case you, um, need it again...

[brokenbird]

Are you okay?

[julyicide]

Nothing is okay, not with another bright star snuffed out from the sky.

[brokenbird]

Well. Technically you're alive again? Just in a different world.

[julyicide]

H-Huh?

[No really. What?]

[brokenbird]

This place has these super powered gods and they yank people here to work for them. But they can only bring in dead people. We get to live again but we can't go back home and we need to rely on those gods to be able to eat and stuff.

[iflookscould]

Could you shut up?

[julyicide]

That's so heartless. How could anyone be so cruel?

[iflookscould]

No one hugged me as a child. It's just awful.

But seriously. Be an adult.

[julyicide]

[He'll just focus on the first part of that, fresh tears welling.]

Nobody?! Nobody at all?

[keymash]

Oh gosh, your hair.

[severingbonds]

[Kid (? age is hard to read... ) in priest garb, complete with gold cross watching you...

cuz lets face it you are making a lot of noise.

But that's all he does rather like he is waiting for. something. ....]

[unmaskedlizard]

[asjdkfj;a]

Vash--!

[calkyuulator]

*Pay no attention to the lady in the long dress with the fox ears, Vash. Or her nine fluffy tails.* Strictly speaking, that's not true. It's eminently more probable that the elderly or infirm will die before a young, fit adult.