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The Train to STE Meme (SPOILERS for canon deaths)


You know those Train to the Afterlife memes? In STE the canon versions of all our characters are dead. What if there was a train bearing their spirits on to reincarnation here?

This is a meme where canon versions of the characters can interact. They all know they're dead. They may or may not remember just how they died, or how they got to be on this particular train. Doesn't matter if they'll be born decades apart - that just means some people disembark a little earlier than others. Go over brochures about what your new incarnation will be like, spontaneously turn or be human, try the snack cart, fail to convince the friendly but very busy conductor to give you a transfer, or simply chat.

You just can't stop the train, or leave it. Not yet.

Comments

still strikeraid, just on a different account!

[oathkept]

[ Sora's had some time to get reacquainted with his old (young?) body - dying peacefully in your sleep doesn't happen at the front end of your life, after all - and he's putting it to good use. He's bouncing between cars, searching seat by seat for some people in particular, his afterlife brochure stuck in one of his many pockets. After all, they had the gall to go first and leave him behind. It was his sworn duty to chase them down and give them a piece of his mind. Or, you know. Not.

Buuut if he sees some sad stranger with no friends who looks confused and upset, he'll crash into the seat right next to them and give them a huge smile. After all, if someone looks lonely and he's got the power to change that, why not? ]

Hey! This seat taken? [ ... Sora, ask first before plopping. Gee whiz. ]

[youngestone]

Well, it is now.

[Men Kili can handle. He's used to Men, even if this one is wearing the strangest clothing Kili's ever seen (and he went through Bilbo's closets when they visited Bag End) and has the oddest hair. He shifts as best he can, cursing Orcs under his breath]

and switching between journals because you can't stop me OuO

[strikeraid]

... Good point! [ ...? Man, this guy looks down. And what's an Orc? Sora is pretty sure he isn't an Orc, but you never know. ]

Have you been to the snack cart yet?

[youngestone]

Can't exactly go anywhere like this, can I?

[Kili gestures to his leg. The rest of him's not so bad, what with the fatal injuries being healed when he woke up, but his leg's still bleeding sluggishly and the Morgul wound is pounding.]

[oathkept]

[ !!!?? Sora jumps a little, surprised and not a little horrified. How did he miss an injury like that? He shakes himself and recovers, peering at the wound. ]

Whoa! How'd that happen? Hang on, I can help you.

[ ... AND NOW SORA'S GOT GREEN LIGHT SURROUNDING HIM and there's a tinkling sound in the air as he gets ready to cast his healing spell on the both of themsorry this is happening to you buddy ]

[youngestone]

Whoa! Stop, stop--what the hells are you doing?!

[Is that magic? It doesn't look like anything Gandalf ever used]

[strikeraid]

[ Sora blinks and the green light immediately shuts off. He holds up his hands in a placating gesture. ] It's ok, it's ok! It's magic, it's for healing people. I've done this a lot, trust me.

[youngestone]

Does it work on Morgul poison and Mahal knows what else?

[Now that he's dead, he's well aware of why that arrow did a number on him. He hates Orcs]

[strikeraid]

Poison? [ Sora thinks for a moment, then another light surrounds him, this one white. ] I dunno if it'll work on your kind of poison, but I've got a spell for that. Would it hurt to try? [ ... Sincerely asking, not rhetorical. He really does want to help, but he doesn't want to spook the guy a second time. ]

GAMPA INTENSIFIES

[double_edged]

[Alister was a logical being for a good portion of his life - there always needed to be some kind of reasoning behind everything that would happen. So death had always been death, and fairytales that existed beyond that were always lost to the Lombax because they had never made sense. Yet, here he was, fully aware of his surroundings and seated upon a ghostly train, amongst numerous other passengers seemingly headed for the same destination.

The memory of his folly was still clear in his consciousness - a failing clock, a bright light, and horrible horrible pain before it all went black - and... he almost felt like he hadn't deserved such a peaceful epilogue. So he sighs, leaning back against his seat.

That is, until his moment of self-depreciation is interrupted by the seat roughly bouncing, and a young boy smiling up at him. The Lombax immediately frowns in concern at the sight, feeling an increasing sadness in his chest. Such a young child... he didn't deserve to--]

It is now, apparently.

GAMPA PLeASE

[strikeraid]

[ Sora catches the sad look on his face - huh - before settling in more comfortably, patting his pockets for something. ]

You're the second guy to tell me that in the last... [ Uh. He scratches the back of his head. ] Well, since I got here! Have you been to the snack cart yet?

GAMPA OUTTA CONTROL until 7pm. then his stories are on.

[double_edged]

Considering our situation, I wouldn't think we would have much of a need to eat at all.

gampa i will take your walker if you try to yell at the neighbors across the way from their driveway

[strikeraid]

Well, yeah! But the cake things still taste good. Your taste buds aren't dead yet, right? [ He pats around among his pockets and pulls out two plastic wrapped cakes that definitely not something like twinkies because they are delicious. He extends one to his new friend. :)? ]

sora how long have those been in there grus

[double_edged]

I wouldn't assume so--

[Whatever else the Lombax had intended to say would be lost for the moment, his eyes falling upon the - now flattened - mini-cake offered to him. It would certainly be rude to refuse an earnest gesture, but he had met the boy no longer than thirty seconds ago.]

Ah, thank you. [He'll take the cake carefully, still hesitant about... well. Everything that was happening. Either he truly was dead, or this was all some strange, lucid dream.] If I might ask; what are you doing here?

[Because kids should not be dead they should be alive and happily hoverbooting in playgrounds.]

IT DEPENDS. on. temporal shenanigans. *probably*

[oathkept]

[ alister you silly, you're already dead! :> poisoning your food would be a complete waste of time! besides, that would be the last thing on sora's mind. ]

Uh...! Well, same as you. I'm dead. [ He flashes a grin at him, taking out a brochure from yet another pocket. ] That's what it said here, anyway. I think that's what happened! [ ... If he is bothered by this at all, he's doing a very, very good job at hiding it! ]

counts fingers from amount of time from KH2 to 3D and stares slowly at sora

[double_edged]

Yes, I'm aware of that. What I'm asking is - how?

[It's frustration, but mainly concern for his new companion. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the reasons behind the other's demise, but they were both here, both speaking to one another. It was something he needed to know.]

[theboywiththebook]

[No point in saying 'no' now is there? Teenager just went and just sat beside him anyways.

Henry doesn't really mind though. Because he's too busy staring at the obvious.]

Whoa, how'd you get your hair to do that?

[strikeraid]

[ Sora blinks for a moment, then laughs, pulling at one of his hairspikes thoughtfully. ] Dunno! How do you get your hair all smooth like that?

[theboywiththebook]

It's...like this naturally.

[There is no way that that kid could get his hair like that through unnatural means. Henry just kind of squints at it a bit. It's magic. It's gotta be.]

[strikeraid]

[ Sora gives him a huge grin. ] Yeah, same here. [ ... He leans over a bit, putting his head in hair-touching range, pointing at the closest spike to the kid and nodding. ] If you don't believe me...

[theboywiththebook]

[Whoa, overly friendly this guy is. Though Henry can't help but smile in return.

So, he'll just grab some of that hair and pull a bit. In surprise he responds:]

Whoa! It is real! And it's like that ALL the time?

[strikeraid]

Hey, easy! [ That was quite a firm tug! He's still grinning though. No harm done. He withdraws and sits back again more comfortably. ] Yeah, it is! Even after I go swimming. Wild, huh?

the saddest thing her eis that they're reincarnates are having a similar talk

[theboywiththebook]

Whoa. That is pretty crazy...maybe your hair's magical.

[Or Sora's an animesc protag.]

[earnedmystripes]

Nope, not at all.

[Well, actually, Bunny had been sitting there, but there's still another free seat on his other side, and besides, that's whatcha' get for going off to the bathroom to mess with your hair that's suddenly blond and pretty again :F SNOOZE YA LOSE BANICHAN.

He takes out the brochure from his pocket and wiggles it at Sora.]

Recently re-young'd?

[Because he doesn't wanna think that this guy died at that age, okay. Dead children are no bueno.]

[oathkept]

[ His eyes go to follow the brochure as he waves it around, then smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he curls a leg up under his knee. ]

Ya caught me. Aaaw. [ He wasn't going to keep it much of a secret, but it's nice to know you got it right in one. ] You too, I'm guessing?