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]

"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."

[gunsgowoof]

Caine didn't look the least bit convinced, his expression growing confused.

"No, I doubt you are. I've dealt with an insane man recently, and certainly nothing like this. Unless you plan to begin screaming suddenly and without reason," he said, making a cheap joke that only made sense if one knew Balem.

"Perhaps you're ill from what happened to you and confused. Have you thought of that?"

[opiate_visions]

"No, but I see things. Trances, black outs, visions, I'm pretty crazy. Except other people keep telling me the things I paint happen. That I see the future. But that means everything is predestined. Everything."

Isaac was starting to work himself up again.

[gunsgowoof]

"Is it? Has anyone experimented to see if you painted something and they intentionally changed it what that would mean," he asked, though he had another thought.

"Though maybe that is true. I know someone who was reborn from the life of another, and that other knew she would return. If not predestined, how would she know?"

[opiate_visions]

"No. Maybe. I don't know." He didn't know what the Company did with him and his works while he was there.

He shuddered and hugged himself tighter. "I hate the idea of predestination."

[gunsgowoof]

"What if it isn't one or the other but all?" Not both, because he knew there could be more paths, ones that he had yet to see. "What if there are more paths, more ways that life happens?"

[opiate_visions]

"Please stop," Isaac said, his voice soft and shaky. "Please."

[gunsgowoof]

"What's the matter?" He wasn't good with people, or understanding what it was he was being hurt by. "What can I do for you? Is there anything I can do to help?"