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[espigeonage]

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.

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[disdainfully]

[You know those annoying people who run up and down the train searching for others as soon as they get on the train? Thorin most definitely is one of them. His nephews *have* to be on the same train, it would be only to expect, so...

Except to be approached by a very majestic short person who obviously died in a battle and walks around like he owns the place.]

I'm looking for my nephews. Kíli and Fíli. Have you seen them?

[youngestone]

Thorin?

[Kili, like Thorin, is still covered in injuries from the battle for Erebor. Unlike Thorin, though, he's not able to get up and look for him. The Morgul wound in his leg isn't too keen letting him do that.

Not that he wanted to, really. He was so hoping Thorin had survived, after all of it.

Still, when he hears Thorin's voice, he perks up from the bench he's laid himself out on, looking around for his uncle]

Thorin!

SPOILERS FOR THERE AND BACK AGAIN we're assuming anyway

[youngestone]

[On a bench somewhere off in a corner is one very injured looking Dwarf. He's also very confused--this isn't the Halls of Mandos, or at least they don't like any halls he'd ever imagined. Then again, why would the halls of the dead look anything like Middle-earth?

He's pretty sure they're not supposed to be moving, though.

Kili's unable to stand right now so he's just lying there, watching all the strange (yet interesting) people walk by him.]

[espigeonage]

"Human...? It hardly seems necessary."

Yuuya looks from the window to his naked wingtips - no, fingers - and back. His reflection in the glass hasn't changed. Why on Earth he's going to have blue hair is a mystery. His brochure doesn't go into that kind of detail. It also doesn't explain how somebirdie can be up in their twenties and still aimless.

...There are things he desperately doesn't want to forget. But they won't mean the same thing to him once he's grown up with a different life, not at all. He sighs. "This is what one gets for volunteering." Even being shot didn't quell his desire to be a hero.

[centurian]

[ There's only so long that you can keep dodging bullets before eventually one of them ends up getting you (though in this case, that "bullet" might've been just a little metaphorical... it's a little ambiguous). But, Garrus likes to think that he's lived a pretty good life. A little rough around the edges at times, sure... but overall... it's been a good ride.

It was just too bad that it looks like he won't be able to keep a promise to a certain someone.

At the moment, however, he's not dwelling too much on that. Instead, he's eyeing one of the snack trays. ]

So... those snacks. Do you think they have any that are dextro-based?

[ Because you know... he doesn't want to... extra die. ]

[bibliofilo]

[The Disciple, or Magdalene de Leon as she would be known in her next life is wandering slowly through the train as if in a dream. Her body has yet to change to human, but she at least has gone back to a younger age. Back to a healthier looking body instead of the weak, rattle thin thing she had become over the sweeps of isolation.

While she may be corporeal she almost seems like a ghost in the way she just drifts around people with a distance and utterly lost expression on her face, hand barely holding onto the brochure that had been stuffed into it.

Seven-seven years away from any sort of contact. Seven-seven years of a slowly degenerating mind and body. Her health was back but Di scarcely knew what to do with it and was certain this was all some conjuration of her sick mind. What else could it be? Here she was in some strange transportation device, surrounded by creatures she had never even heard of.

Dead. She was dead they had said. It wasn't a particularly upsetting fact--not at all, if this was all real. Just rather surreal. Yet it was the one thing that kept her feet moving. Despite her confusion and slow understanding of her situation and surroundings, there was a shred of hope. A shred of hope that she would see family long lost.]

[moreweaponsthanyou]

[Fili's death wasn't easy; no death was but dying because you were stabbed in the eye was rather awful. Currently he could only see through one eye but thankfully his hearing was still working. Naturally Kili's the first voice he hears and recognizes.]

Kili? That you?

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya tilts his head, eager for a distraction. One can only poke at one's bulletholes and try to clean one's feathers for so long.]

I doubt I would know them, good sir! But I suspect there may be a registry up front in the conductor's compartment. It's locked. I could unlock it, if you wish.

Spoilers for Death Note!

[dead_black_eyes]

L looks dead, but that's been true for a long time. His latest case, after all, has worn and withered him to the point where he's gaunt and haggard, an accurate and dismal reflection of his recent state of mind.

Death had almost been a relief, after what the Yagami boy had put him through. It wasn't enough to slip through the detective's grasp; Light had needed to demolish his credibility and make him look unreasonable and crazy to his own task force. His legacy was of one who had blazed brilliantly, but cracked at the very end when it mattered most.

He hugs his knees, facing away from his ghoulish reflection in the window, staring rigidly at the floor of the train. Though he has seen the answer to his enduring question in the eyes of his killer, and can therefore depart the world of the living knowing that at least he wasn't wrong, he isn't sure the destination will be worth the effort. What is left of his spirit, after all, to reincarnate?

[centurian]

[ Garrus has mostly been staying quiet up until this point when something (or someone) catches his eye. Now that's... a very oddly-proportioned human. ]

Hey. Do you need some help? If my omni-tool still works here, I might be able to get you a bit of medi-gel.

[ He doesn't even assume that this human wouldn't know what that was, or that he might've never seen a turian before. Or that logic has any bearing here. ]

[youngestone]

[Kili has two reactions: confusion and panic. Unfortunately, it's the panic that hits him first and he tries to scoot away despite the pain in his leg and everywhere else]

Wh-wha--?

[Oh, why did all his weapons vanish when he woke up? Not that he'd be able to use one right now, but he'd feel better if he at least had a knife!]

[espigeonage]

[Not knowing if humans even make chocolate-covered coffee beans, Yuuya has strutted over to get some to peck up while he has a chance.]

Hmm? What, like dextrose?

potential spoilers for fullmetal alchemist manga

[endthiscycle]

[Winry is content. She lived a long life, and despite it's incredibly turbulent beginnings a very happy one as well. She became renowned for her automail that advanced to the point of allowing people to feel with it. She got married to the man she loved and had beautiful children with him who she got to see grow up and become incredible people. She'd been surrounded by people she cared about--Alphonse, Garfiel, Mei, Ling, and Ran Fan.

No, she is not sad about being dead. Her life had been a fulfilling one.

It was a bit strange to know that she would be brought into another one but a part of her was excited about that, particularly at the prospect of having a sibling. Part of her wanted to seek out this 'Owain' person and she would do that in time--for now she was just resting in a compartment and enjoying the snacks that had been brought to her. Being able to eat all you wanted without worrying about how it would effect your body was very nice indeed.

A knock at the door to the compartment she was occupying, however, drew her attention and she stood up to open it and greet whoever had knocked.]

[reapsthewind]

Starscream's spark was immortal; indestructible and well capable of lasting outside his physical remains. Even the Chaos Entity, Unicron, hadn't been able to destroy him, and as far as he knew, the only thing which could hurt him were pure blades of crystaline energon.

How had he ended up here...? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was being blown clear out of Waspinator's body and into deep space, spinning wildly into the abyss.

He glowers in the corner. He's been sized down to fit into the train, so he's about human-sized (heck, he's actually kind of short, at only around five feet three inches) but he's still very much a machine. His arms are folded across his chest and he's glaring at everyone.

[theboywiththebook]

[Henry would answer that question with words, if it weren't for the fact he's still trying to wrap his head around being dead.

Guess it was only a matter of time before he snuffed it. What with nearly dying several times already. So when the big alien guy asks about the snacks he just gives a shrug.]

Why does that matter? We're dead.

[centurian]

[ Okay. That wasn't exactly the reaction he was expecting. He puts his his (three-fingered) hands, trying to make it evident that... he's not going to attack. ]

Hey! I'm not going to hurt you, or anything. I'm trying to help.

[ Not that it'll do them any good, considering that they're dead. ]

[hollowleg]

Dead. Him! Dead! And on a train? This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. And where the hell was Ichigo?! If he was dead, that bastard landlord moron should be too! ... Right? Was it possible for a Zanpakutou to be killed while its wielder still lives?

He flips through the brochure, which laid out the new life he was destined for like the plot of a book. And he gets more and more enraged the further along he gets. Albino? Baker? Aliens? Who wrote this pulp fiction shitty sci-fi garbage?!

"This. Is. BULL-SHIIIIIIIITTTT!!"

He tears the brochure to shreds and throws it around the train like confetti before settling into his chair, arms folded, to sulk.

"I want a goddamn refund."

[centurian]

Dextro-amino acids. There's a lot of humans around here, so I just assumed...

[ And okay, he's not the most familiar with Earth animals but considering that certain (somewhat racist) humans seemed to like to call his species that... ]

You're... a "bird", aren't you?

[ ...He was pretty sure humans were the only Earth species capable of intelligent speech. ]

[youngestone]

What are you?

[Because he looks kind of like an Orc but he doesn't sound like one, not really, and he also offered to help.

Orcs don't do that.]

[espigeonage]

ah, I'm afraid the term doesn't sound familiar.

[Yuuya cocks his head up at the odd-looking stranger.]

That's right! A pigeon, in fact. And you must be?

[centurian]

[ A twinge of sadness goes through Garrus when he sees the kid. Death was a fact of life, sure, but it still seemed so unfair (even though he knew so many kids had died during the Reaper wars). ]

Maybe, but there's still a chance that you could wind up extra-dead, or with an endless allergic reaction, and neither of those sound like much fun to me, personally.

i am shamelessly going the humor route dwi

[wastingtime]

Death and reincarnation aren't exactly new to Vector Prime. He's had his share of both, probably more than most. What is new is the destination; it's the first time he's gone anywhere but back to the Allspark to set things up once again.

Outsourcing, he thinks it's called.

But the currently-not-so-giant robot seems utterly at ease, reading through a paper with the air of someone on a familiar trip.

[centurian]

It's a difference on the protein level. See, humans are based on levo-amino acids, and if a dextro-based species like me eats any of their food, there's a chance that I could get a pretty nasty allergic reaction. So it's kinda like... [ how does that human saying go? ] playing roulette with Russians.

[ He glances down at the pigeon, staring at him with a lot of curiosity (and also trying to see the resemblance between the two of them). ]

Turian. We're a from few star systems away from Earth. Though, I don't remember any of the "birds" on Earth being able to talk...

[part_time_overlord]

Almost all the demon kings before Satan died in battle, and despite his unconventional life, Satan (or was is Sadao? He honestly wasn't sure which he was at this point.) had been no exception. Wrapped in the tattered remains of his cloak, bleeding still from his wounds, the demon strode onto the train. So this was death? It wasn't so bad. He almost had to laugh.

"So this is it? A temporary setback at worst! I WILL rise again!"

He chose a seat and sat down in it as if it were a mighty throne from which he was going to deliver judgement on the souls of the damned.

[centurian]

[ Wait... what? Okay, this was definitely kinda weird. You'd think a human would be able to recognize one of their fellow council races. Unless of course, time was playing really screwed up tricks or something, but given the afterlife thing... it really wouldn't be that surprising. ]

I'm a turian. You know... Palaven... Biggest military in the galaxy... Fellow Council Race... That doesn't ring any bells?