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Ekkehardt Gehring ([personal profile] spelleton) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2020-05-17 12:20 pm

At Death's Doorstep

Who: Ekkehardt and whoever signed up to go on this fun trip right here.
What: Ekkehardt takes a group of people back to his family's base in the Outlands, and then takes an even smaller group of people into the underworld.
Where: Outlands.
When: Mid-May
Warnings: Death, potential backstory trauma. Will be updated if anything comes up.
Notes: Doing your own toplevels is absolutely fine! Let me know if you need NPC involvement for your threads.


Passage to House Gehring's territory is ultimately a simple matter, and while it involves some transit time, it's smooth overall. The living quarters for patients and guests have been refurbished and built out to accommodate extra people since Ekkehardt's last extended visit; an addition made especially for Héctor's undead family. House Gehring's base of operations looks and feels far more like an especially large, cosy house than a protective bastion.

The supposed passage to the underworld is much less hospitable. It's a yawning cavern far beneath the house; water from some vast lake or river in the world below laps near-silently at a shore decorated with silent statues, all facing out towards the darkness. An ancient-looking longboat with a lit lamp at the prow, moored to nothing at all, floats there. Their passage is expected, it seems.

And as for the underworld itself...
Eventually, the boat cuts into an impossibly still lake, and Ekkehardt steps out, leaving the boat behind. It's possible to walk on the water, though it takes concentration not to sink, at least at first. With every step you take, flowers bloom, leaving a trail.
And all around, above and below, are stars. And if you walk long enough, you might encounter ghosts, of a sort - of the people you used to be, predominantly. Fragments of your past selves that no longer exist. But if their own feelings were strong enough, you might even meet the ghosts of those who were once important to you - or still are.

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imitationsoul: (Default)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2020-05-22 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so...? Quite fancy gravesides then, literally guarding the way to Death.

[ It reeks of duty, even beyond one's life, but there is also a certain poetry in it. Miach would hate having a statue of herself after she's gone, but looking at these other people does make her feel a little fond. ]

What does it mean to be sent off here, anyway? What happens?
imitationsoul: (Better off against)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2020-05-29 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Preservation, huh... Miach stares down, half-way hoping to get a glimpse of a corpse right away. After all the recent months she should have gotten enough of those, but she hasn't. Bodies are still very cool. ]

You know of many places that keep bodies pristine and nice. It's fascinating... though personally I think the process of rotting has all kinds of appeals and it would be sad to skip out on it.
imitationsoul: (You catch my eye)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2020-06-28 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That assessment makes her laugh a little, though she doesn't look up from her study of the waters. Those are definitely the coolest thing to be observing right now and she's not wasting a second. ]

'An open mind'? Now that's euphemistic for what anyone else would call morbid fascination.
imitationsoul: (Destroy she)

[personal profile] imitationsoul 2020-07-03 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is a doctor, but Miach is not. She's just a girl who picked up professor Moriarty's old spine for fun and giggles. This adult has somehow decided that deserves respect and she's... warming up to the idea. ]

Death is beautiful. It's beautiful because people recoil from it. It's beautiful because it belongs only to the person dying. You can be killed but nobody can meaningfully take part in your dying. It's nice. Foucault didn't know about the undead when he said that death is power's limit, but I still think he had a point.

[ She pauses. There is no eye contact while she says any of these things. Because it's weird to admit to somebody that you've been thinking about what they said to you. ]

I'm giving real thought about becoming a pathologist.