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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cw: more mention of self harm

[aurevoirx2]

[ That gets him to pause his simmering. ]

... You've been doing what now? [ Considering the person he knows... knew, that cut himself, he frowns deeply at that. ]

cw: more mentions of self harm

[driftedaway]

Oh, I mostly learned from accidents caused by not being used to duck-ness! But I was curious about that circle in the tower basement?

[ It's so blatantly fantastical! Of course he'd be drawn to do stuff for it. ]

So I checked if it would react to my blood. No reaction though. Not even a little.

[ Keito's cheeks puff out a little. He wasn't really sure what he was expecting, but it'd be cool if something had happened. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ A sigh. ] You really go far with these things sometimes. [ Not that he should talk, like, at all. ]

I suppose it wants something other than blood, though. [ Or, like, at least not duck blood at any rate. ]

[driftedaway]

Really? I think I'm being pretty cautious overall. [ Flashback to him accidentally setting up a lot of misunderstandings in duck form. ]

Probably some type of offering... I'm just not sure what either. Unless it's the harvest.

[aurevoirx2]

[ (x) doubt! But he lets it go for now. ]

The harvest... or maybe something they found out? [ Looks at the others who were apparently eavesdropping on meetings? ]

[driftedaway]

[ Also looks! ] Could also be a ceremonial rite.

[aurevoirx2]

Hmm.. rituals, again?

[driftedaway]

Actually, I'm getting sick and tired of them.

[aurevoirx2]

Me too. But apparently, we got to deal with them more? [ Lots of sighs? He's tired. ]

[driftedaway]

Looks like it. [ He didn't really want to say that, but he's getting a little frustrated. ] Hopefully not a lot at once? Give us some breathing room.

[aurevoirx2]

Hmm. One thing at a time? First, we need to give them those notes, I guess.

[ Hmm. He'll have to do something about his letter too... ugh. ]

[driftedaway]

Right! I made a few extra copies of that just in case. Hopefully that translator calibrates soon. The faster we can put things together before the harvest, the better.

[aurevoirx2]

Hopefully so. [ He worked hard on putting in that letter? That he doesn't want to show anyone. ]