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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[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.

[opiate_visions]

"Well I'm not entitled and I don't know why I'm not dead, but I'm not, but no one shoved me in anything, or gave me anything, it was just dark and then coming here!"

The plus side was that Isaac was clearly not picking a fight. There was noise and hand waving, but he wasn't going to risk his hands to a fight.

[gunsgowoof]

He didn't look entirely convinced, again because one didn't go through that kind of a damage and just live. It had to have been something. "How can you be certain? If you were dead, after all," he pointed out, actually trying to be logical about this.

"I'm sorry. It's just the only way that I know to live through something like that."

[opiate_visions]

"Because there's no such thing as this regenerex... whatever it is, where I come from. I know a guy who could survive it, but I'm not him and I can't do that."

[gunsgowoof]

"Not that you know of," he said, giving him a look. "Not as if they talk about it openly outside of the entitled," he admitted. "Yet you did. You are here."

[opiate_visions]

"Well, if there is, and only the entitled know about it, clearly I'm not one, because I have no idea what the fuck it is."

[gunsgowoof]

"Yet you're alive," he pointed out, going in circles about this. "How do you think you survived then? What could bring you back from the dead?"

He paused though, thinking he might have an answer. "Do you know you're alive?"

[opiate_visions]

Isaac's hand went up to his neck to feel for a pulse. He knew it was there, because he'd checked it a lot over the last few days. "This could be limbo."

[gunsgowoof]

He stared at him, watching as he checked. "Except I'm not dead. Very much alive, and I didn't arrive from a death. Why then would we both be here if it was Limbo?"

[opiate_visions]

"I don't know. The last six weeks of my life? Life stopped making sense. Completely. So why not? You're in Limbo without being dead. Maybe you're the funniest looking angel."

[gunsgowoof]

His nose wrinkled at that. "Why funniest?" His hand went to his ear, not quite touching them. "They're not that odd," he pointed out. Meaning it. He didn't think they were that weird. It wasn't as if he had a full muzzle or the like. He knew some that did.

[opiate_visions]

"Because I'm pretty sure angels are either androgynous, unearthly beauties or spinning wheels of fire with multiple heads and death gazes."

Isaac gave him a pointed look. "You fail on both accounts."

[gunsgowoof]

He made a face, not even sure what to say. "I've been told I'm attractive," he argued.

"Though it argues that you are not dead. I'm not an angel. This is living."

[opiate_visions]

"I didn't say you weren't. But you're definitely not an unearthly, androgynous beauty, are you?"

He folded his arms over his chest. "Maybe your reality is my afterlife. And we just continue to cycle through worlds... that's a really good comic idea, actually."

[gunsgowoof]

"I'm unearthly," he said, seeming to amuse himself with that.

"Maybe..." he opened his mouth and then closed it. "Most would be happy to know they're not dead."

[opiate_visions]

"Not how I mean it," Isaac deadpanned.

"I was waiting to die. Not being dead is a bit of a shock. And means the same old shit keeps on going on."

[gunsgowoof]

Caine didn't understand it, and didn't get what it was that Isaac was meaning.

"Why would it keep going on? Why here would it keep going on?"

[opiate_visions]

Isaac went silent, drawing away slightly. "Nothing. I'm insane. That's all."