Open | Eternity in an hour... or three days.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac arrived three days earlier.

He had numbly followed the instructions on the PDA and holed himself up in his apartment for three days to try and swallow the hysteria. He was too sober to cope with this on top of everything else and total isolation was the only way he knew how to cope in the absence of his favourite addiction.

Now, he's decided to put on his big boy pants and actually go out and try and find out if this is Heaven, Hell or something far weirder.

Judging by the profusion of roses and clover, he's going for far weirder right now.


(OOC: Hello and please come and help/harass Isaac Mendez, formerly of Heroes and coming from his death at the end of season one!)

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[gunsgowoof]

Many had talked about the roses and clovers, and if they hadn't told him, Caine wouldn't have thought they were that odd. Now though he was trying to learn as much as he could. Mostly about why this place was here, not why he was there.

He wasn't getting a lot of answers, but he was okay with that. Mostly because it was the first time he had time to just exist. He wasn't a soldier, or a prisoner, he just was.

At that moment, he just was nearly tripping into Isaac because he'd dodged to avoid the thorns of a rose, and ended up catching his wing on another bush.

"Why the hell do they have thorns?" He snapped, not much of one for flowers. They seemed a waste of space that could be used for so many better things. Like anything else.

[opiate_visions]

"Whoa."

Isaac's brain didn't offer anything more helpful as far as conversation went, which was a pity, because he would've liked to make a slightly better impression on the...

Whatever he was.

"To stop animals eating them," he replied. He didn't even know why he knew that. Probably heard it from a grandparent at some point in his dim and distant past.

[gunsgowoof]

"Most I've been around are genetically altered," he admitted, peering at them. "And smell differently." He wasn't sure why that was though. That these were natural and pure and not genetically changed.

"Huh, I suppose that makes sense. Not that I would think to eat them," he admitted, giving the boy a look. "You're new here, or just skittish?"

Because he knew it could be the latter, not that it seemed a very evolved method of living. Likely to cause more harm than good in his mind.

[opiate_visions]

"I-what? New? I guess. I died. Horribly. well, not that horribly, but it was horrible to me." And maybe he was just skittish. He didn't think about it too much.

"I got here like three days ago. I just figured I couldn't simply hide in that room and scream for the rest of time."

[gunsgowoof]

Caine froze then. It wasn't an answer he was expecting. "What do you mean you died? As in dead? For real dead? Like ..."

He was still trying to straighten that out in his head. "So you're a ghost?" Nope that didn't make sense either.

[opiate_visions]

"Pinned on the floor, head being cut open. I closed my eyes and saw a door a ran for it... open my eyes and I was in this place. About three days ago."

He didn't know what he was. He hugged his body.

[gunsgowoof]

Caine went still, eyes narrowing and his nostrils flaring as he heard that. He wasn't sure what to make of it, or even if the man was telling the truth. How could someone survive that, after all?

Yet he had seen much worse, including a man that survived having his throat ripped out.

"You are entitled then?" He asked as if that was perfectly ordinary to ask. How else would he have access to Regenex, after all.

[opiate_visions]

"Say what?!" Isaac's outrage was briefly tangible as he let loose with a stream of Spanish that was probably more abuse than coherence.

And finally went back to English to keep yelling. "What is fucking privileged about having a psychopath cut your head open after fucking nailing you to a concrete fucking floor?!"

[gunsgowoof]

Caine straightened, shoulders back and his wings pinning flat to his back. His jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed, preparing for a fight. Flight was only in so much as the literal term when it came to the legionnaire.

"An entitled are those of a certain stature that means they have access to Regenex. Which is, as far as I know," he said, nearly growling. "The only way one recovers from having their head cut open and left nailed to a floor."

Or, in the case he knew, a splice ripped your throat out.

[apprenticemusketeer]

All d'Artagnan could think of was Lucrezia. Her beauty, her fairness, all of it.

It was what was on his mind when he nearly stumbled into someone who looked all too familiar, even in the haze of what he was feeling. "Aramis?!"

[opiate_visions]

Isaac stepped out of the way, twisted awkwardly, stumbled and then found his feet. He wasn't the most graceful creature about and his foot play would've made any swordsman cringe. "Que? No? What? No. I'm Isaac."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"But you - "

No, this man was decidedly not as graceful as Aramis and did not have the beard and moustache his friend took such pride in, and yet, the likeness was uncanny. "I ... I beg your pardon, monsieur."

[opiate_visions]

Isaac ran a hand back through his hair, pushing it from his face and taking a risk, changing to speaking French. "Apology accepted. I must look like a friend of your, right?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"You do," d'Artagnan replied, still watching the man most closely, still baffled, still thinking so of Lucrezia that he could barely focus. "Isaac, you say your name is?"

[opiate_visions]

Isaac nodded, folding his arms over his chest. There were other things that, with a good look, were apparent. He was underweight for his size and slightly too pale, like he didn't see much sunlight. He had dark marks under his eyes from not sleeping well.

"Isaac Mendez. Which yes, Spanish name, I'm not Spanish. I'm from America. Most recently. You are...?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"d'Artagnan, of the King's Musketeers. In Paris, most recently, I suppose. But here now." And he could not bear the thought of being away from his love; it made his chest ache just thinking of it. "I admit to being glad to hear you are not Spanish," he adds with a small smile.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac was quiet for a long moment, nodding slowly.

Right. Guess that answered that question. Dead.

"So... I guess I'm dead then. Which, I guess is a good thing. Overall." He was getting a bit paler.

Have a Will Shakespeare

[thequeensman]

He still cannot seem to fathom this thing that was in his boot. The square thing that was supposed to help him with something.

So he's out and about, wandering aimlessly and occasionally poking at the strange square, sometimes looking up to see if there is anyone there who can help explain it to him.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac has no idea who he is, but he seems even more hopelessly lost than Isaac. "Hey, you okay?"

[thequeensman]

"I do not know." Will replied honestly. "This place is...unlike anywhere I have ever seen or been. And this item still eludes me. Do you know what it is?"

He'll get around to introducing himself in a moment, but he was asked a question and he tried to answer it as honestly as he could.

[opiate_visions]

"It's, um, a PDA. Like a phone." He paused and thought. "Or, are you like d'Artagnan and from a different time, before phones?"

Tonight, he was getting wasted and not thinking about all this.

[thequeensman]

"What precisely is a phone, sirrah? I am unfamiliar with that concept." The word itself had a very pleasing sound to it but he did not know what the meaning behind it was. "Could you show me how it functions?"

And then he'll remember in a moment to introduce himself.

I am so sorry, I lost my internet until yesterday

[opiate_visions]

"Right. Okay. A telephone is a long range communication device. I don't know how it works, I'm not great at science, I'm an artist. It has to do with radio waves, I think. But it lets you speak to people a great distance away."

He rubbed his hands through his hair. "Yeah, sure. Let's find somewhere to sit, I'll show you what I can about them."

Re: I am so sorry, I lost my internet until yesterday

[thequeensman]

"Radio waves?" What is a radio? And if this device allows you to communicate with people great distances away, what kind of magic and sorcery is this?

He follows the man and then it occurs to him that he hasn't introduced himself. "My apologies. My name is William. Your assistance here is appreciated."

[opiate_visions]

"They're... a science thing. I have no idea how they work, honestly."

Isaac offers a hand to shake. It's stained with paint and ink. "Isaac. Glad to help, helps me not think about how crazy my life it.