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]

Right! They're not worth talking to anyway if they won't. [ He says all that with a smile, but strangely enough, there's zero malice in his words. It's a simple fact of the world, that's all. ]

Looks like we're going to have to play things by ear, but I'm sure we'll manage.

[aurevoirx2]

[ He nods in agreement, even though that anxious feeling is bubbling up inside. ]

[driftedaway]

...But if they're bothering you, you can poke me anytime to step in.

[aurevoirx2]

[ He laughs at that. Keito-kun is really a kind child. ] Shouldn't you be saving them from me, instead?

[driftedaway]

[ He laughs, his tone almost sing-song. ]

Well, we do need to hear what they have to say first, so wait until after!

[ the answer is no lol ]

[aurevoirx2]

Sure, sure then. I guess we should go back soon.

[driftedaway]

Right. Let's head over there before something else happens.