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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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Maybe we could change it up like. We can draw something together?

Something like... we can start with something like this. [ He just puts a random stroke on the page. ]

Sounds good to me. [ He nods, picking up another pencil. ]

Okay, how about...this next? [ He's not sure how much Sora expected him to add, so hopefully it isn't too little. ]

Oh, that's cute. [ Unfortunately, he's here to make it a little uncute? ]

[ Time for a counterattack! He ends up erasing a lot, trying to make it look recognizable. ]

Hehe, the prank succeeded.

Oh, it's coming together now. [ It's becoming more cheerful? He's unsure how he feels about it. It's... cute? though. ]

[ Well, he can leave him more room for interpretation on this one. ]

Sure is. I wonder what you'll draw next.

Hmmm... I don't know.

Something blocky now, I guess?

Unexpectedly, it's really rather hopeful, isn't it?

You think so? It feels more whimsical to me, but I suppose there's hope in that.

Like there's something there to reach for, I guess? Even though it might not happen.

Isn't that how it always is?

[ He blinks at that. ] Is it? [ The hope he felt when Adele took his memories, was just a fake thing. When he remembers his past, there isn't any. ]

I guess so?

Yeah. I just don't want to give up on it anyway. They can't make me. [ It's important to convince himself of that. ]

[ ... He smiles softly. ]

It's good. To keep your resolve like that.

Well, it's partly thanks to you, you know?

[ ???? ] Eh?

I don't want to lose to you.

[ Even more ?????????? ]

Lose in what...?

Hmm, let's go with tenacity.

Eh? That doesn't explain anything.

I thought it explained a lot! It makes more sense here than love, right?

[ You're really losing him here. ] What does love have to do with tenacity.... or losing to me too?

Hmm, let's put love aside. [ Oops, of course Sora would latch onto that. ] If you're still willing to try for Harusawa even after all this, then I can't let my worst thoughts beat me. I have to keep going and try to talk things out with MAMIYA.

[ Even if he noticed the people more suited to be protagonists have given up, he'd still have to keep going with that. ]

Something like that.

[ Try.... what do you mean. But he sort of gets it? ]

Then, I wish you and him the best.

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