This is the start of my story for @allthingsao3 Relay Game
The world is painted orange as the sun set as the word seems to twist on its axis.
Ace gasps as soon as he wakes up, not quite knowing what to do with the knowledge.
He died. So why is he even waking up.
Looking around, he can see others around him. Is this purgatory, or hell, was this the afterlife of some sort?
Staying silent and still for just a moment, he tries to make sense of what is said around him. It’s all mixed, as if too many people are speaking all at once. Which is when he slowly pushed himself to stand. Licking his lips and feeling like he’s at least still corporal. Which only serves to make the whole experience even stranger.
“What is going on,” he finds himself asking, out loud.
A voice pipes up next to him, “Welcome to the Crossroads…”
Started with One Piece (but open to a crossover), 147 words, @youngshaowei1991 tagging you next!
Sorry for the delay! Been a busy weekend 😅
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Ace looked around again, searching for the voice. "The Crossroads?" he asked no one in particular, but at the same time hoping someone would fill in the blanks.
"Yes, my boy," the voice confirmed. Suddenly, a bodily mass began to form in front of Ace. It started as a blob—gray and cloud-like, as if an image was blurred in his mind. Then, it began taking a clearer shape. He watched as lines, angles, and dimensions became more prominent. Colors beyond a monochromatic gray appeared. Even the voice, which was hard to determine if it was old or young, male or female, soft or harsh, was making more sense.
“It is where you view your life up to the moment of your passing. What happened… and what could have happened.”
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Word Count: 129 Tag, you're it! @demonchildofhades Leaving it up to whatever character you want to bring in!
An old man soon materialized in front of Ace. The man had white wizard's robes, a very pale grey beard and hair, and a staff of wood.
"You must prove your worth to the council. If they deem you worthy, you may go back to the world of the living. If not, well... I'm sure you can figure it out."
The old wizard raised his staff before bringing it down with a thud on the ground. Their surroundings began to change--just a whirl of colour at a time, as if the world was deciding how to appear.
"But-- But who are you?" Ace called, as the wizard began to disappear with the swirling colours.
"Gandalf the Grey-- er, Gandalf the White!" He then muttered, "Still getting used to that."
"Oh, joy, I'm here again. What sorry sucker died this time?" A blonde girl wearing a frilly pink dress and white heels sighed and shook her head, then scanned Ace with her glowing silver eyes. "I'm Solar- well, Sularia, actually. Just call me Solar, it's easier. I'm the goddess of Evil, Darkness, and Death. My brother, Daki, should be here soon to help you to the afterlife. He's the god of Danger, Destruction, and Souls. For now, Lunar, my twin sister, will help you through your memories."
"Darn right I will." A black haired girl in an MCR t shirt and black jeans had arrived. "Lunar, or, well, Liunara. Goddess of Life, Light, and all that is Good." Her green eyes flashed gold and within 20 seconds, they had explored his life and its possibilities. "Now, we wait for Daki, who's probably asleep as he works on a 50/50 sleep schedule. 12 hours up, 12 hours out."
"I'm up, I swear..." the tired voice came from a man with black hair and red eyes. He was wearing pajamas- camo fluffy pants and a black tank top. "Ok, the afterlife is my thing, but I just take you there. I left the judgement in the hands of the Angel King, Storm. The Dark Angel ruler, if you end up in their realm, is the Eminence, Avery. The Demon King is Bellin. They will decide your fate."
@wildmill is up next!
Daki's steps are quite efficient, despite the God seemingly having just woken up. Even with his long legs Ace has hard time staying close to him, as he doesn't want to get lost in these 'crossroads'. He has no idea if he even is alive, or dead for that matter. What is he right now? Something in between?
His troubles to stay with Daki are not helped by the multiple people around them. Daki moves around them easily, but his own eyes keep wandering around.
One person captures his eyes, with his ever changing appearance. He seems to flicker on and off, with his frame being see-through every time before he's plucked back from here, only for him to return almost the same. Not really.
Only sometimes his form materializes fully, with great pain. Ace shudders.
"Some are not as lucky as others," Daki acknowledges. "Come on. They won't wait."
They had arrived at a large room. Ace had been brought here guided by Daki. Gandalf remained at his side on the journey. He placed one hand on Ace’s shoulder.
“Heed their advice here, young Ace,” Gandalf said. “I am not familiar with this realm or these people.” He gestured loosely to those who had gathered.
Ace looked at them, each vastly different in the way they spoke, the way they carried themselves, even in the way they regarded him.
Daki turned to look at them both before he took to a small podium that sat facing the…
— 98 words @thenonbynot-bee your next ✍️✨
Let's soo who hasn't hat a turn! @choppun-kun Maybe you can continue ^^
…ones who could only be described as members of a council. There were three members present, one who looked like an angel complete with a chiton decorated with red and gold hems along the bottom, and fastened on the shoulder by a golden fibula with a red gem in the center. To the left stood a bored looking youth with spikey pink red hair, potentially the only human of the three. The final member to his left stood a young woman wearing a what appeared to be a crown made of bone, more distressingly however, half of her face looked skeletal juxtaposed the half that looked elegant and lively.
Daki cleared his throat, "I see the protégés are filling in for the usual members. I'm sure this will not be an issue for our friend here."
In that moment all confidence in escaping fled Ace's being.
146 words. So far this made me think about Dante's inferno. The three are Pit from Kid Icarus, Spud from The Quivering, and a character based on the goddess Hel.
Let's pass this to @iccera (^-^)／
The council looked to be seated casually at their table, as if this was and probably is something routine, an annoyance. Yet Ace felt shivers being sent down his spine.
There was something abnormal—detached about the three of them. A presence no human could mimic. No sane human could at least. It was as if they spent so long looking at the records of human lives that they had forgotten what it was like to have only one.
The woman wearing a bone crown flicked her hand at what appeared to be a pile of documents, the skeleton half of her face frowning in dismay.
She spoke, her voice both curt and chilling much like the sound of death, “Ace, do you go by another name by chance?” — 128 words @chocolatecakeloremaster by pure chance in fate you're next!!!
Gulp. Ace wasn’t exactly one-hundred percent sure what he should say, or if he should even. Say anything at all. He was practically frozen in place, words unable to form. Maybe it was time to leave….
The woman tapped her nails impatiently, eyeing him with disdain. Ace sighed, and turned his attention towards her, half shrugging as he opened his mouth.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Who can say for sure?”
Beads of sweat formed on Ace’s forehead once he realized what he had blurted out. The woman raised an eyebrow, causing a nervous chuckle to escape from Ace’s lips.
Crap.
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sorry I’ve been sick lol TT
I think around a hundred (102) words, @intothepast9 you’re the chosen one /hj
