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]

Well, high adventures are a blast, aren't they? Just preferably ones that don't involve murder. [ There's a myriad of other ways for conflict to drive the story forward. ]

But I guess you have a point? I don't think I want an ego as big as Furudo's though.

[ That's something he doesn't feel like mimicking, especially with someone on a different side. ]

[aurevoirx2]

[ That gets him laughing. A lot. Too much? ]

Yeah, or White-san's.

[driftedaway]

[ He doesn't laugh with him, but he has zero intention of denying that. ]

...Yeah. Part of him reminds me of people I've been trying to keep out of mind. You did say I shouldn't think too hard about him though.

[aurevoirx2]

You should bite him if you find him that unpleasant.

[driftedaway]

He doesn't look like he'd taste good, so maybe not.