mayfield_rpg | 1st Seal Unlocked

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1st Seal Unlocked

[Action: Around Mayfield]

[If you're wandering around, you may notice an unfamiliar man walking around as well. The strange thing about is he's sticking to the shade provided by the houses, trees, anything.

Hey, Dainn doesn't want a repeat performance of burning to death. Once was enough, thank you very much, even if he did feel a little strange. Or maybe he knew exactly why he felt strange but didn't want to...admit what he was now.

Either way, he's wandering around, looking for a way out or at least some information.

[Phone]

[Later on, a voice floats through the phone. The person sounds very calm for someone who just found themself in a different world and not dead.]

Is this a form of communication in this place? I'm quite surprised the afterlife would be like this...it seems rather nice.

[there's the sound of movement and Dainn drums his fingers on a table. solid. he doubts he'd ever get used to this.]

But if this isn't the afterlife, would someone be kind enough to tell me what this place is?

[a pause and then he laughs a little.]

And...has someone seen a boy named Solar Boy Django? We still have a lot to talk about!

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(Oh...shit...)

(There's clearly someone there on the other line, but he says nothing. It's an agonizing silence for him. Why, Mayfield...why him?)

[humm...]

Is someone there? No need to be shy...even if you don't know the answers to my questions we can still talk.

...

(Face your fears, Django; you'll have to confront him sooner or later.)

...this is no afterlife. And we have nothing to talk about.

[oh...oh....

did you miss that laugh of his Django? either way, it's the only sound coming out of the phone for a minute.]

Well well...it's nice to hear from you again. But you don't think we do? Why is that? [is it because he doesn't have Ringo's face anymore?]

(FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

daddy...)

Why do you think we do?

Because it'd be nice to talk about this and that. [that you burnt him to a crisp, that you axed Ringo at the same time...all sorts of fun things.] It's been awhile since I've seen you.

[but getting back to what the phone call was really about.]

But that aside, mind telling me where I am? [and why I'm not perma-dead and a human of all things.]

(Though Django chooses not to answer that first part, he begrudgingly answers the second. He'd figure it out, anyway.)

It's called Mayfield. It's some place completely separate from home; it snatches people away, robs them of their abilities and bodies and forces them to live human lives here. It can even snatch people after their death.

[that's kind of you. and he's...not going to comment on the 'after their death' thing.]

'Mayfield', hum? [well that's irritating. he has no intrest in staying as a human but he's curious about something else.]

And the people who insist I am their 'father'? [the word comes out rather strange. either he can't picture it, or he simply doesn't understand the role and what it means.]

They're called drones. There's less life to them than undead; it's unsettling. It's possible for people to be turned into them, regardless of how powerful they may be; not even gods are safe from here.

And from the sounds of it, you've been assigned the role of a father. That means you have a job you must attend and do. If you skip three days in a row, you'll instantly be droned.

Hum...that I can agree with you. They are unesettling. [especially since he can't sense life and death anymore.] I wonder....

[but whatever he's wondering is put aside for the moment.] A father...oh yes, that was Ringo's role towards you, wasn't it? [can you hear the smirk in his voice?] Can you explain how that works? We never got around to talking about it.

(That hurts, Dainn. Must you remind Django of his daddy issues?)

...an actual father is there to support his children in every way he possibly can. He is supportive, kind, loving and would valiantly give his life for his children.

...but since you're incapable of such feelings, you just have to worry about doing your job.

[but it's fun.]

Well they seem to be able to look after themselves at least. [and they're a free meal ticket for whenever he gets his vampire powers back, but he's not going to say it. he doesn't feel he needs to.]

What else is this place capable of? I'd rather avoid any...surprises if I can.

They usually do; they'll be able to manage while you take care of things.

Ironically, this place is capable of limitless surprises. Monthly events exist to make everyone's lives more difficult, whether it's minor, torture or making people kill each other.

(He'll just go ahead and not mention regains; wouldn't want to give him something to look forward to.)

[don't worry about not mentioning the regains. he'll just find some other sucker to explain it to him later.]

That sounds interesting....and I suppose it's all for someone's amusement, isn't it?

(That'll be their fault; not Django's.)

The ones in charge, you could say. They relish the agony of all of their prisoners.

They sound like interesting people. So their prisoners are you, me and whoever else is here. No one else from our world?

No one else so far. The town could just as easily snatch anyone from there, from The Count to father.

Humm...[that was good and bad. but he could still work with this. he just needed some time.]

Well, you've been very helpful Django! Thank you. But is there anything you would like to ask me?

...No. I assumed you would be the one with all of the questions.

I am. I just wasn't sure if you'd tell me anything. [since he's not in the postion to find you and...ask in person.] But it's still nice that you did. I'm sure your father would be proud to have raised such a kind boy.

(Django's going to have to try really hard to not be found by Dainn ~~but regained solar tree will make that difficult~~

Though he's really not liking all of the references to Ringo.)

He is proud.

[he taps on the table again.]

That's good that you believe so. Humm...how long does it take to get used to a human body?

That varies from person to person. I'm assuming it'll take you more than you'd like.

I hope it doesn't. I have things I would like to do. [like hunting you down. but one thing at a time.]

(Pfffft, sunny days every day. Come at me, bro.)

You're already scheming something, then?

[oh, so you wouldn't mind a visit once he gets his possession abilties back then?]

Not at all. [which is pretty much Dainn-speak for "I am.".] I just wish to learn about this place and it'd be disapointing if I couldn't because of this body.

(It's the house with the fully grown solar tree out back[once that regain post is typed up]; can't miss it.)

I see...(Nope; not believing you, Dainn.)

There are plenty of others who can tell you other things about the town. The phone is the easiest way to contact others.

[oh goodie :)]

I'll have to take a look then. And again, thank you for your help Django.

Mhm...

-click-

(Why did he help him out again? Django couldn't figure out why he didn't just hang up the phone immediately; sure, he did now, but the fact that he took so long to do it...he was worried.)

The one thing I am quite certain of is that this is not the afterlife.

Is that so...? So where is this place, if I may ask?

It's called Mayfield. Where it is... I'm afraid there isn't a real easy answer to that. Someplace where the usual rules don't apply. But definitely not the afterlife. I would know.

[humm...curious statement, but he'll let it slide for a minute.]

Well if the usual rules don't apply, what are the new ones? I've noticed I'm...lacking a few things.

Space folds around. They take things away. And the rules of life and death seem to be suspended.

[It's clear that she finds that last bit particularly problematic]

[he does notice that.]

Even life and death's rules have changed....that explains why I'm not dead.

It seems to worry you, no?

Because I'm Death. I don't like people meddling in my domain.

[...hun. there's a bit of a pause since it was surprising to hear that.]

I'm...sure that would be a problem. I wouldn't like it either.

But where are my manners? I shouldn't be asking so many questions without introducing myself. My name is Dainn. Is 'Death' how you refer to yourself, or do you have another name?

[She's used to that pause and simply waits for him to continue]

Oh, I have lots of names. It tends to happen, at my age. A lot of people find it easier to call me Didi, here.

That makes sense. Well Didi, it's a pleasure to meet you, even if it's in a place like this.

Good to meet you too!

I don't know anyone by that name but I can at least let you know that this isn't the afterlife.

It's called Mayfield, and it seems to work by its own speical rules.

Really...? Well that's good. [and not at the same time.]

What kind of rules are there?

As far as I know, they make you a normal person without your belongings but give them back.

The streets loop back on themselves.

Death isn't permanent and they can brainwash you for doing things wrong.

I'm fairly new myself.

Oh...so I can get my things back. [good, good.] Do you know how? And what sort of things can be considered 'wrong'?

Well, these aren't exactly ideal condictions to meet a person, but it is nice to meet you. What's your name?

Avoiding your fake home, your fake job, or fake classes for too long.

Fighting back.

[He doesn't sound too worried about that though.]

I am Wanyudo, it's nice to meet you too.

[he isn't too worried about that either. sliding under the radar while causing chaos was one of the things Dainn was very good at.]

Hum...I will have to keep those things in mind. I'm not fond of causing trouble, esepically for the people who saw fit to revive me.

That's probably for the best, then.

Either way, I wish you luck in this place. I feel you may need it.

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