GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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[ He puts a finger to his chin. The whole memory is unpleasant trying to recall. ]
I was choked to death by her. In the bookstore. Would that help.
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Here, I can try my best:
Does it make you despair? Seeing how my plans go on and you can do nothing about it? Don't get any illusions about doing anything about them after I'm gone. If I don't convince Rembrandt to kill you, I'll arrange it some other way. Isn't it great? How you are likely to die just minutes after you get your body back? I wish I could see your face when--
[ And then he goes into a fit of coughing. ]
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Your... body back.......[ He puts his other arm in his pockets in thought.
If they weren't in their real bodies that could explain how their souls are still here in the twilight and how he didn't have his powers but, that doesn't make sense. How can they not be in their bodies to begin with? Of course, that coward's a liar, but if she was already going to kill him. She would be stupid enough to monologue her plans.
Well, he needed to talk to ojousan.
But first... ]
Do you need a drink?
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[ It really is such a robust and yet off thing to tell him before he died. Bodies though... ]
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[ he'll be mulling over this for awhile]
Maybe you can remember some more details after awhile when you've.. um, settled?