Conversations with Dead People
A blazing inferno swept as far as Thor could see. Everything around him was burning. Thor could not recognize the house he was in, though to be fair Thor didn't think
anyone could recognize it, in the state it was in. The room he was watching seemed to be some sort of entrance hall, but nobody would be entering this house anytime soon.
Now he was in the living room, which seemed to be the eye of the firestorm. Thor did not seem to move at all, and he got the distinct feeling that he was not truly here. Fortunately, in this case, for Thor found it unlikely that anyone could have survived.
And yet, even as Thor watched the inferno in horror, he could just barely make out a face, surrounded by the fire that was engulfing her home.
Who is this, he wondered,
and did she make it out? Thor's heart hoped that she somehow escaped, but his gut felt otherwise.
And now he was awake, lying on a beach. For a desparate moment he thought he was back in Moonlight Falls, but a quick look around told him otherwise. For one, Moonlight Falls did not have cliffs like that. And Loki was still with him. Thor was forced to conclude that he was still, in fact, quite dead, although the scenery was certainly a nice change from the Void he had been living.
Slowly, Thor rose to his feet, and found himself standing side by side with his fallen brother. They both looked flesh-like and not at all transparent, which eased Thir's mind considerably. Being a ghost did not do wonders for one's mental state.
Loki: Welcome to the Afterlife, brother! Quite a beauty, isn't it?
Thor: Forgive me for not cheering, Loki. A beautiful afterlife is still an afterlife.
Loki: Touche. At least the people here are nicer. Not so hairy. Except for Barbra.
Thor: I'm not going to ask.
Loki: I wish I were so lucky. Hey, I'll take you on a tour of the town. Let's go!
Loki was quick to head out, bu Thor lingered for a moment. He couldn't get those images out of his head. He knew he hadn't really been there, of course, but the sheer intensity of the visions were unshakable. Thor couldn't help but consider the possibility that the fire was related to his adventures in the mortal world.
But I'm not going to have much of a say in that anymore, am I? he thought somberly, and he followed his brother into town, where they met a most unusual person.
Thor: Who's that?
Loki: Oh, him? That's just Mark. He's been a bit crabby even since he died.
Thor: How'd he die?
Loki: Ranting about Death. He didn't even have
University yet!
Thor: Ouch.
Mark: I can hear you talking about me! How was I supposed to know ranting was fatal now? Nobody ever told
me that!
Loki: Am I the only one who thinks it's ironic that you're still ranting
after you were killed by ranting?
Mark: Don't mock me, Loki! You haven't been having these dreams like I have! You don't know what it's like to see someone else's life in your own head!
Thor: Wait, dreams?
Mark: And what do you want? Come to mock me like your brother?
Thor: No, not at all Mark! I've had dreams like that, too.
Mark: Of course you have! Every newly deceased Sim has dreams like that. Your brother's been dead so long he's forgotten the plights of us younger souls!
Thor: Well, is there a way to deal with it? Someone to talk to?
Mark: Well, there is the Admiral. But he doesn't take kindly to outsiders, especially not one like you.
Thor: Can you take me to him? Please?
Mark: *sigh* All right, but leave Loki behind.
Mark led Thor to an old cottage. While most of the houses weren't exactly modern, this one seemed to be ancient. Thor marveled at how well-maintained the cottage was even after all these years. This must've been where the Admiral lived, and Thor had a feeling he knew this particular admiral's name.
Arabella: Don't even knock, will you? The Admiral doesn't have time for all you recently deceased!
Mark: No, it's not like-
Arabella: And he's already spoken to you, Mark! Twice in this past week. You got killed by yelling at people, get over it!
The Admiral: Now now, that's enough Arabella. I've been waiting to speak to this particular soul. Please, have a seat Thor.
Thor: Admiral Langraab, I presume?
Admiral Langraab: Oh, good. I hoped my portraits would help you recognize me. I thought they were terrible.
Thor: No, the portraits are hideous. You're just the only admiral I know. You have a lovely house, I must say. Truly electrifying.
Admiral Landgraab: Well, as my mother says, "You can never be too careful." Sorry those traps got you killed. I'd have liked them to be disabled by now, but I was overruled.
Thor: So, why were you so interested in talking to me?
Admiral Langraab: I always make it a point of befriending those poor souls who die by my influence, especially one who was actively combating those aliens.
Thor: Not a big fan, I take it?
Admiral Langraab: Do they have
any fans? Besides that foolish Sergeant Curious. What an idiot, he was. Besides, I heard Arabella mention that you've had visions? 'Tis not uncommon for newly departed to have such dreams.
Thor: I saw a great fire, larger and wilder than any I had ever seen. The house was burning everywhere I turned. I can't think of a way anyone inside could've survived.
Admiral Langraab: What a vivid image! Is there anything else you saw.
Thor: Yes, I did. Right before I woke up, I saw a face in the fire. A woman, I think.
As Thor described the woman he saw in the blaze, Admiral Langraab's mind began to race. Oftentimes, he couldn't offer these souls any answers to their visions, or indeed much of anything besides comfort. This vision, though, The Admiral
did have an answer for, but not one he could give. As Thor continued to discuss his dream, Admiral Langraab hoped that he would not ask the one question he could not answer. A faint hope, and not one that would be served.
Thor: Have you seen a woman like this here? Is she still alive?
Admiral Langraab: I'm afraid I don't recognize her. She must've managed to escape.
Thor: I hope so. Thank you for your time, Admiral.
Admiral Langraab: My pleasure, Thor. Please come back any time you need to talk.
Loki: So how did your meeting with Admiral Pompous go?
Thor: He said he didn't recognize the woman, but I can't shake the feeling that he wasn't telling me everything.
Loki: Yeah, we dead folk have a knack for crypticism.
Thor: Don't have to tell me twice. I just wish there was a way for me to talk to someone who's still alive. Not much chance of that happening, I guess.
Loki: Who says you can't?
(This update owes its setting to the marvelous world of
Green Dolphin Island, created by DeLouche. Any readers of her Immortal Dynasty may recognize some of the locations. Big thanks to DeLouche for allowing me to use your world!)
(PS: If you know the reference in the title, I will love you forever
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