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[You feel it before you hear it: an uncanny sensation like you aren't alone, like someone just out of sight has fixed their attention on you.
They're not hiding, though. The Ferryman is simply speaking, directly into all of your minds, as clear as if they were standing right beside you.]
It's starting.
Sorry. Was hoping you'd all have more time to rest before we got going. But when it's time, it's time.
We're going to Cross. Not now, but soon. You'll feel it when the moment gets here. And you need to be ready for what that means, when it does.
It's a dangerous journey. There's still a lot of yourself left to lose, even if it doesn't feel like it now. That's my role here. I can guide you through it. Keep you safe.
There's a cost. You'll have to give something up, a part of your life Before. A face. A feeling. A memory. That's your toll to Cross. You pay it to me, and you won't get it back.
You don't have to pay. But if you're not with me, I can't keep you safe. You'll have to make The Crossing on your own. And if you do, there's a chance you lose a whole lot more than what the toll is asking from you.
There's some time left still. You don't need to decide now. But you do need to decide. You'll find out soon what sort of toll The Crossing is asking for, this time around.
Come find me if you want to talk. I'll be where I always am.
[The connection is tenuous; message delivered, The Ferryman's voice fades from your mind. If you're quick, and you concentrate, you might be able to grab on long enough to ask a question or two more.
Otherwise, all that remains is the object that purports to connect you with the other souls, all tasked with making the same decision. Whether it's a page or a screen, there's a new message for you:]
A toll to be levied for safe passage
from the cavern to ǝɹǝɥʍǝsʅǝ
Hear a voice that causes you pain
words spoken with rage or grief or envy
fueled by hate or love or suffering
offer it to The Ferryman
and let go
[ ooc | And we're off! Remember: The Ferryman is (for now!) the only one who can communicate to everyone via voice; the rest of you are stuck with text! The only exception is if characters try to hijack the fading connection to talk with The Ferryman one-on-one; there's a header for those questions here.
Otherwise, consider this a mingle! Chat, threadhop, go nuts. ]
They're not hiding, though. The Ferryman is simply speaking, directly into all of your minds, as clear as if they were standing right beside you.]
It's starting.
Sorry. Was hoping you'd all have more time to rest before we got going. But when it's time, it's time.
We're going to Cross. Not now, but soon. You'll feel it when the moment gets here. And you need to be ready for what that means, when it does.
It's a dangerous journey. There's still a lot of yourself left to lose, even if it doesn't feel like it now. That's my role here. I can guide you through it. Keep you safe.
There's a cost. You'll have to give something up, a part of your life Before. A face. A feeling. A memory. That's your toll to Cross. You pay it to me, and you won't get it back.
You don't have to pay. But if you're not with me, I can't keep you safe. You'll have to make The Crossing on your own. And if you do, there's a chance you lose a whole lot more than what the toll is asking from you.
There's some time left still. You don't need to decide now. But you do need to decide. You'll find out soon what sort of toll The Crossing is asking for, this time around.
Come find me if you want to talk. I'll be where I always am.
[The connection is tenuous; message delivered, The Ferryman's voice fades from your mind. If you're quick, and you concentrate, you might be able to grab on long enough to ask a question or two more.
Otherwise, all that remains is the object that purports to connect you with the other souls, all tasked with making the same decision. Whether it's a page or a screen, there's a new message for you:]
from the cavern to ǝɹǝɥʍǝsʅǝ
Hear a voice that causes you pain
words spoken with rage or grief or envy
fueled by hate or love or suffering
offer it to The Ferryman
and let go
[ ooc | And we're off! Remember: The Ferryman is (for now!) the only one who can communicate to everyone via voice; the rest of you are stuck with text! The only exception is if characters try to hijack the fading connection to talk with The Ferryman one-on-one; there's a header for those questions here.
Otherwise, consider this a mingle! Chat, threadhop, go nuts. ]
Sorry to hop in! Hope it’s ok?
Aww see! You both are doing so great! Making new friends already!
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I have the advantage of being yours and Sunny's buddy already. See- [He glanced up to Nagito] We all come from the same time period and same city, actually.
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*Cue panic* XD
A few moments to scribble down notes, another glance out the side of his sole gaze to make sure she hadn’t moved.
Until she did.
Panic gripped his heart when she suddenly disappeared
really, she must have snuck up on his right side, where he couldn’t see, and then he was being enveloped in a HUG.To anyone else, the sheer panic on Sunny’s face might have equated like someone was stabbing him with a knife, not giving him a hug.
Sunny’s soul would have left his body if he wasn’t already dead.]
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There's a hug, and Sunny looks like he's being murdered. Is he being murdered? No, Nagito doesn't see any blood or weapons. The physical reaction is a little off for murder. (Can they bleed? Something for later.)]
Is this a reunion? Maybe I should step aside for now...
Nagito’s response is gold XD
When Nagito’s words reached him, and if the other teen started to move away, Sunny turned to look at the other. Sole gaze wide and glancing around, almost a plea for Nagito to not leave him.
Because if Nagito left, then that meant the seat next to Sunny would be open. It would only be a matter of time before Mari would plop into it, and then there would be no escape…
Dramatic? Maybe. Especially to someone who didn’t know the context. Sunny wasn’t apt to give it anyway.]
just a quick reaction-y response here
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Hi! I’m Mari! Sunny’s older sister and one of Kel’s other friends.
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Sorry. Sorry. I know Sunny doesn't like to be touched too much- was this a bit too much, buddy? [He had been a master at invading the other's personal bubble, but it was somethign he couldn't bring himself to do right there, right now, and he just... pushed forward as he could, trying to defuse the situation.] But yeah! Friends! It's lovely to have friends, right?
And, for once, I get to be both the taller and the older. Truly a glorious moment!
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So, alright--he reaches out to shake Mari's hand.] I'm Komaeda Nagito. It's nice to meet you, even if we're all dead!
[He really thinks he nailed it.]
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Koemada Nagito is a very cool name, actually. [Oh, god, he could try to say something smarter. Why is he feeling that awkward?] What a lovely group reunion. Union? You know what I mean right? Ahah...
SO! [A clap of his hands.] Why don't we talk about... things we like? And such? I love Basketball. Volleyball. Balls in genral, all sports that involve one are fun. But baseball, I guess, I have an uncomfortable relationship with baseball bats, ahah...
[Acting. So normal.]
I will wait for the others after this but I just had to immediately make it even worse okay
[Komaeda Nagito, the world's most normal orphan.]
Catching up to literally everything said but NAGITO XD
Not that Sunny had one.
The touch… had been a bit much. That much was obvious by the way Sunny was still shrunk into himself, stature small and curled like a hedgehog, but less prickly. He tried to follow the back and forth.
The conversation… moved so quickly. It didn’t make him dizzy, but… it was so much to digest. He had never been good at this.
Kel’s words about their height however… had Sunny glancing at his sister. They… were the same height now, or almost, weren’t they? The thought had him biting his lip, the pressure almost enough to make it bleed.
Focus.
Right, sports. Sunny crossed two of his opposing fingers in an ‘X’ - sports were a no from him. He wasn’t exactly the most physically fit, exacerbated now by four years of vegetative room sitting. Video games on the other hand…]
Sorry I'm still not used to checking tags between groups. My bad!
[Mari enthusiastically shook his hand, the smile never leaving her face. Kel did bring up a good point about talking about stuff they liked... best way to get to know people!]
Sunny's never been that athletic but he has lots of other stuff he excels at! As you can tell- Kel loves sports and always has been amazing at it! [She tried not to grimace at the mention of a baseball bat.] I used to be pretty good at Softball before I messed up my knee...
[Her face turns embarrassed as she brushes a lock of stray hair behind her ear.] Guess it wasn't just meant to be. What about you Nagito? What do you like?