Well, now that you're dead...

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The Train to the Afterlife Meme
 

 

Congratulations: You are dead.

Maybe you know how, maybe you don't. Perhaps the memory is fuzzy, or perhaps it's crystal clear down to the look in your comrades' eyes. Maybe it was your time; you've done all you wanted to. Or maybe you weren't at all ready to go, maybe you went out kicking and screaming - but none of it matters. You know you're dead, and the train is taking you to an afterlife. Perhaps an afterlife of your choice; you might've earned that heaven. Or perhaps you've earned something else entirely.

It'll be a bit of a journey, though, so you might as well take your time and talk to the other people in your coach. Death knows no place: most of them are strangers, even from faraway worlds. But death knows no time either, so who knows, some of them may be people you know, even if last you knew, they were alive - or long gone.

Oh look, here comes the snack cart.


All the usual:

• Post with your character's name and canon in the subject line.
• Said character is now dead for whatever reason - canon, AU, what have you. They are on a train with other dead people from many other times, places and worlds.
• Characters don't know for a fact where they're headed - just a general awareness that they're going to some kind of afterlife. Whatever they think it is is up to the player.
• This meme is built especially for cross-canon interaction, and potentially for threadjacking and group threading - if you're interested, may be a good idea to state as much in your subject line.
• Tag around and play nice!
• TRIGGER WARNING: Meme obviously deals with death and may deal with other unpleasant themes as a result. Please be cautious.

Comments

bigsorry for tl;dr

[lightform]

[ the plan ends up imperfect. therefore, the blood is on satya's hands.

it's the only logical answer, she thinks to herself. talon invades gibraltar and destroys everything in sight. athena is disabled and destroyed ( "Hola, he llegado," it says all over the computer screens ), emergency defenses have become ruin, agents find her sentries before they can take anyone out or even slow their rush — to her, it is the result of misplacement and the wrong adjustments. her teleporter doesn't finish before the flaw in her design gives its final result: everyone's last breath.

now she walks down the walkway, looking for her assigned seat.

a crushing blow to her heart happens whenever she remembers everything from start to finish. two in the morning, athena only says "system breach" once before nothingness. symmetra forces her calm demeanor to stay until the last second because of the firey explosion. no one deserves this end. not mccree, not junkrat... or perhaps he would have wanted it to end this way. not — ]

Roadhog.

[ her hand crushes the small piece of paper as fingers roll into a fist; satya vaswani finds her seat beside the junker. ]

[manaiakalani]

[So, everything went to shit. Bound to happen sooner or later, and Roadhog knows that as well as anyone. Roadhog had never been afraid of death; maybe Mako was, once, back before the Omnium blasted the Outback into a wasteland, but not Hog.]

[Maybe it's fitting that he met his end in an explosion, then. It's what Rat would have wanted, no doubt, he'd even rigged his own bleeding body to explode on his death. He would have been satisfied, Hog thinks, in going out with one big, final kaboom.]

[And Hog's expecting Rat, to be honest. He's been looking after the little shit for so long that it seems like he should keep right on doing it once they're dead. It'd be punishment enough, wouldn't it, for him to have to spend the rest of eternity listening to that damn kid prattle. (Never mind that Hog could have stopped looking out for Rat at any point since he left the kid's payroll and got on Overwatch's. Never mind that they hadn't run heists in a long while, so there was nothing to split fifty-fifty, and that he'd never made any attempts to get his share from the Omnium treasure. Hog has a reputation to maintain, you know.) He isn't expecting Symmetra, and he tilts his head to regard her through the dark lenses of his mask when she approaches.]

Symmetra.

[It comes out as a low grunt, acknowledging her as she sits. He doesn't shift to make room for her.]

[lightform]

[ there's always something that makes her wish to turn around and return back to her desk. distract her from the mystery that's junkrat's partner in crime. keep her mind away from the thoughts that one wrong move and all the other has to do is crush her with a squeeze of his hands. it was even worse when she remembers the first time they meet, her opinion of them formerly poor with a snap of her fingers. ruffians and criminals would never have been recruited under vishkar's eye.

satya folds her hands together, her fingers rubbing against her thumb.

there are no footsteps in the air when she expects some. perhaps the others are in the other coaches of the train. this shouldn't be her seat, maybe she's give the wrong ticket number. the thought doesn't diver her attention away from her dead teammate. he would have lived if she had adjusted the security more, right? that is her duty, even if his role is to take deadly blows for them.

she doesn't turn her head to face him. ]

How long have you been waiting?

[ there's no signal that the train is ready to move yet. ]