01; voice/action

[axeofoath]

A-ah...I didn't finish all of the laundry...The kitchen needs to be swept, too...

[It's the hushed voice of a young man, sounding both longing and peaceful. Gremio, sitting against the side of a building near the fountain, doesn't register the change in scenery quite immediately. But several seconds later...]

E-eh? C-could this be-?

[He's not sure what he expected to see upon dying, but this...probably wasn't it.]

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[axeofoath]

Th-then how--I-I certainly haven't...been here before, b-but...

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, this is strange. Never figured myself as the welcome wagon for this place.

You're in a place called the City. There's a guide (http://somekindofsin.livejournal.com/tag/city%20guide) here that says everything far better than I could.

[axeofoath]

A-a guide, you say? Might it explain why I can't see you?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

There should be a device somewhere near you that my voice is coming from, I think.

[axeofoath]

Device...How large is it? Surely not this little box?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

It probably is that little box, actually.

[axeofoath]

...Y-your voice really is coming from it! How is this possible? Y-you're not trapped inside, are you?! Or...could it be something magical?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Magic--- it's technology.

And no, I'm not trapped inside. I'm sitting in my apartment with a similar device in my hands, actually.

[axeofoath]

But how does it work? I've never seen such a thing!

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

You'd have to ask someone who knows more about technics and mechanics than me.

[axeofoath]

I-I see, of course. I shall have to ask a specialist...A-although I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here in the first place.

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Neither am I, to be honest.

[axeofoath]

...What sort of afterlife did you expect, if any?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

You think we're dead? I don't.

[axeofoath]

I'm quite positive I am dead, under the circumstances. If you aren't dead, how did you come here?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

My working theory is that I was kidnapped and given drugs and all of this is just one big hallucination.

[axeofoath]

A-a hallucination seems the most plausible, I agree.

...Does this mean you're only a figment of my imagination?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Or possibly that you're just a figment of mine.

[axeofoath]

I-I assure you, I'm very real! A-at least I was...

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

That's what I'd say, too, if I was a hallucination. So far, there's been no proving either way whether it's real or not.

[axeofoath]

It feels quite real, b-but...

[Normally his heart would be pounding; instead, there's not a single beat. He has no pulse.]

...I most certainly am dead.

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Huh. I'm not.

[axeofoath]

B-but...You don't have a pulse, do you?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

Of course I have a pulse.

[axeofoath]

D-d-does that mean I'm the ghost?