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]

Still, that means he's passionate about it enough to stick with it and join with you. I'd say that counts for a lot!

[aurevoirx2]

Yeah, he does his best. [ You don't need him to start gushing ok ]

[driftedaway]

[ You act like he won't sit here and listen for a stupidly long time? ] So do you. You're still drawing, even in this place. It makes me a little jealous, actually.

[aurevoirx2]

You still write though. Unless you want to do some lacrosse? [ what is lacrosse.... ]

[driftedaway]

I wouldn't mind, but it'd probably be bad to do a contact sport in a place like this. [ He pauses a moment to think. ]

Honestly, I can't quite put my finger on why? I do admire your dedication to your craft, so maybe I was just thinking it'd be nice if I could be like that with something too. [ Could it be part of the uneasiness he feels about adulthood? ] Maybe writing, but I'm still not sure about that.

[aurevoirx2]

Unsure about the future? [ He's not exactly the model art student considering he's throwing it all away for... ]

The normal thing to probably say is you have all your life to figure it out, but well. Life's not that nice, right? Just enjoy what you're doing right now, and if you find something you like, go for it?

[driftedaway]

...Yeah. [ He lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. ]

I guess you're right. We don't have much else to lose at this point, so we might as well. [ But if they lose their identities... His face turns blank as he tries to process that thought. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ He probably knows that look by now. Just going to poke poke. ] What are you worrying about now?

[driftedaway]

[ He freezes up a little at the poke, but doesn't do anything to stop him. ] ...I was just thinking. Wondering how long we'll be here on this island.

[aurevoirx2]

[ ... ]

Let's just say that's something we're working on.

[driftedaway]

Yeah. [ ... ] It's just...with the way the other ducks were acting? What if they were previously here too?

[aurevoirx2]

[ ...... ]

That...

[ ...

In his case, wouldn't that be better for everyone? Hinata included? ]

That's very possible.

[driftedaway]

I hope it isn't.

[ He looks downwards, shoulders slumped. ]

I don't want to feel like I did when people were asking me if I was always a duck. Like I wasn't myself.

[aurevoirx2]

"Forgetting"... I wonder. How much this is their plot.

[driftedaway]

...I'd be honestly surprised if there was something that wasn't their plot at this point. Aside from maybe the spirits they mentioned.

[aurevoirx2]

Spirits... I wonder if we could contact those. [ It's not like he believes in these things, but... It's been such a time. ]

[driftedaway]

I was thinking that circle in the tower might be related to them... But it was so dusty. Like no one's been there for a while. [ He has zero issues believing this, but he also has an invisible best friend skewing things. ]

[aurevoirx2]

Maybe they'll be in whatever appears next. I guess we'll have to keep looking.

[driftedaway]

[ Hopefully not after the same situation. ] Ugh, probably. Either that or they're around somewhere we can't perceive normally. Like this area and its connection to the sewers.

[aurevoirx2]

I would hope it's not a hidden area like this...

[driftedaway]

I really hope not... I still don't like going through the sewers every time. [ More seriously though. ] If there is a hidden area like this though, I'd guess it'd be in the daycare or salon.

[aurevoirx2]

Hmm? Why those places?

[driftedaway]

Because they're Adela's and Miss Makima's domains, basically?

[aurevoirx2]

Then, isn't that too obvious?

[driftedaway]

They'd stand out a lot in town, so I thought it'd be really convenient for them to have a hideout where they usually are.