Your New Life

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Another New Life

You wake up to the sound of surf, much, much closer than you've ever heard it unless you moseyed down to Puffin Pier back in the old days. What old days...? Why, the days when you had a body, of course. The memories are probably coming back by now, jumbled along with everything else you lost. What a wake-up call.

But at least the ocean is real, unlike your dubiously fragmented remembrances. This little island out in the middle of nowhere sports a crude sign reading DUCK DAMNED ISLAND that seems like it's really railing against whatever fate you've been left to. There are little seashells and sparkling fragments amongst the sand to the left of your face. If you look further, to the left and right, it seems you're not the only one who's woken up here; it's considerably less cushy than your last wakeup, but maybe that's not a bad thing.

Here, you're free, albeit... kind of incorporeal, as you'll soon find out. The island is covered in pretty little trees that don't quite form a forest, bowed over the really beautiful sandy beach that is way prettier than the one on the mainland. One, slightly rickety treehouse -- bare of anything, because incorporeal ghosts don't need furniture, of course -- peeks out from between the leaves. This is, apparently, your home away from home now.

Finally, there's a small bay-like area on the island that leads you to a strange-looking storm drain, marked with a symbol that's not-quite-an-apple. Stepping in will wash you alllllll the way back up to Puffin Pier, right where the sewers normally let out.

Oh, and once you step onto the mainland? You're now a duck. What kind of quacking afterlife is this.

((OOC: the tldr; about death is here!))

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[driftedaway]

Because she wanted a case? [ How is he supposed to respond to this??? ]

[aurevoirx2]

... I won't claim to understand anything she's thinking.

[driftedaway]

[ ??? ] Understanding other people is a lot harder than books makes it seem like.

[aurevoirx2]

Well, that takes work, and people don't want to do that work, right?

[driftedaway]

Some people value their time too highly to. Even though it's fun to try...

[ It's like they can no longer stop to smell the roses. But, uh, hold up? ]

...Are you trying to avoid a subject by bringing that up? [ He's getting deja vu??? ]

[aurevoirx2]

Just know, she tried her best. [ But he says it a little... With that kind of smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ] even if she went after the wrong path.

[driftedaway]

[ Wow, an actual answer. He doesn't get it, but at least it's an actual answer. Bye deja vu. ]

Sounds like she tripped on a red herring then. Not that I know what happened at all before I woke up here.

[aurevoirx2]

Well, she narrowed it down to someone from earth who would need to make up for their strength because she had a theory someone was mimicking some book she knows. [ Which he's still ? about, but it's fine he doesn't have to pronounce it, thank you. ]

But hmm, she started to think it was Dongrang-san? I think she was just bitter she was wrong~

[driftedaway]

Hmm? Sounds like a lot happened while I was...wherever I was. [ No no no, now he should. ] What book was she talking about anyway?

[aurevoirx2]

No idea.

[driftedaway]

[ He has the urge to ruffle his hair again. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ ?

He looks up a great deal in foreign languages, he doesn't know how to say all of it, okay. ]

[driftedaway]

All right. [ He simply reaches out to pat him on the head twice. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ ??? At being patpat again. ]

Huh? What?

[driftedaway]

It's nothing~ Must have been a long day.

[aurevoirx2]

Hmmhm. It was funny though.

[driftedaway]

And how would you describe your sense of humor?

[aurevoirx2]

Probably not really normal right now.

It was though. How accurate they were then got away from them. [ Well, that was partly his intention, to make it more confusing. ]

[driftedaway]

[ That gets a laugh out of him. ]

To be fair, I'd be surprised if they thought it was straightforward. I don't even remember everything that happened. [ 'Cause...yeah. ]

[aurevoirx2]

Well, some of what happened to Sampo-san was pretty clear.... [ He stifles a laugh, still remembering. What a way to go. ]

[driftedaway]

I'm guessing you mean the fish part.

[ Even in his dreams, he was still throwing fish... They just happened to be decidedly alive familiars then. ]

Honestly? I still don't know why I had that bucket with me.

[aurevoirx2]

And the rake part. [ If he was Hinata, he'd prolly snort. ]

Yes, I don't know either. [ Well, they saved him for a little while longer so, be grateful to the fishes. ]

[driftedaway]

That rake...

[ Through this conversation, he can't help but think that it's a really good thing Sampo is like that, huh...? ]

I do remember trying to fish them earlier that day, so maybe I was trying to give them to you as a gift?

[ He's reluctantly accepted the premise that he's sleepwalking, but that doesn't mean he can be 100% sure of his logic. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ Thanks sampo for being so chill with these unstable children. ]

I have no idea what you were thinking. You even went to the wrong place.

Also, I wouldn't know what to do with fish to begin with....

[driftedaway]

[ he deserves an award. ]

I think I was on a stroll with lovely fish friends. Probably? [ He didn't write it down, and MAMIYA...hasn't reminded him. ] Maybe I thought you'd want to pet them.