023 - [Action/Voice]

[hageshii]

[Life has a way of being weird. Really weird and ironic. Death manages to top that. Because when Goroh suddenly finds himself breathing again, he opens his eyes to see the forest above. He was in the heat of battle. Hazama was attacking. That girl was nearby. He could have ignored it, but he didn't. He jumped in at the last moment, taking the blow. And then it went dark. And now he was here. In the woods. Feeling extremely uncomfortable. After a moment, he realized where he was. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

After spending about twenty minutes going over in his mind what happened and trying to figure out what he's lost as a result, he opens up his journal and decides to be conversational.]

Turns out dying is overrated as hell. It's got nothing on the Poripotian Space Flu. Not sure why people make a big damn deal out of it.

Damn. I could really use a smoke though.

[For awhile, Goroh will just be out in the forest answering his journal. He's sitting in front of a bath tub. In the middle of the forest. That he arrived in. Somehow the irony of it is amusing enough to make him not mind dying so much.]

(ooc: Also, this is forward dated to the middle of Monday in the afternoon.]

Comments

[herotypical]

I don't know. And for the sake of the village's rising body-count? Let's keep it that way. Ignorance is supposed to be bliss, right?

[hageshii]

Don't think anyone will miss it, do you? [The bar is his happy place. Not listen to people screech into a microphone place.]

[herotypical]

I'll tell you what--next time you're in? I'll just conveniently look the other way.

[hageshii]

A shame that dying cost me my love of poorly sung music. A real loss, that.

[herotypical]

That isn't the kind of thing I'd call a loss.

[But now she's curious; what could Goroh's penalty truly be?]

[hageshii]

It's a loss for everyone hoping to hear my singing voice.

[herotypical]

Our lives are now all a little poorer.

[hageshii]

Life goes on, kiddo. You'll just have to live with it.

[herotypical]

This is me, living.

[A heavy, uncertain pause.] Place has been eerily quiet, sans-you.

[hageshii]

Yeah. Look, I get it. I died. You don't need to get all sentimental about it.

[herotypical]

Sentimental? Puh-lease. It's called regret, Goroh. You tend to bump my stress dial up to eleven when you're in Good Spirits. The week off was a relief.

[She quips because, in some twisted and horrible way, she cares.]

[hageshii]

I'll be sure to make this a habit for your sake, then. Can't have you dying young and pretty, can we?

[herotypical]

Gee, 'cause that would be the shame of a century.

[hageshii]

You don't think all those younger fellows that come in the bar - especially the sexually ambiguous males - comes in there for just the alcohol, do you?

[herotypical]

Believe me, the afterlife does little the dampen all this natural beauty.

[But, as an acknowledgement of his implication:] Too bad for them, I'm off the market.

[hageshii]

Yeah? Gone and found someone to bed, eh?

[herotypical]

Ugh.

[Then:] More like single, but unavailable. Been there, done that. Got the heartache.

[hageshii]

Sometimes it's better things like that are left forgotten. In the past, where they belong.

[herotypical]

Right. Which is exactly where I'm leaving my love life--in the past.

[Despite a certain unhinged pirate trying to mack on her half the time.]

[hageshii]

Shame, that. I don't plan on giving up anytime soon.

[herotypical]

Good luck with that, Don Juan.