Kami stood up from a shallow pond of water. She rung out her hair and looked around. "Where am I?" She mumbled. She couldn't see anything in the pitch dark. Soon, her sight began to return. She made out the shapes of trees and water, then she began to panic. She couldn't see out of her right eye. She put her hand up to it and let out a gasp as she felt around it. There was no eye inside, merely an empty tunnel. "Kami Rosei." She heard a man's voice and turned to a figure in front of her. "Who are you..?" She stuttered. "And who is Kami Rosei?" The figure in front of her stepped closer, revealing an old man in a long ceremonial robe. "Kami, I have come to deliver news of your death." "My death?" Kami blinked, stumbling out of the water. The man nodded and put his hand on her shoulder. "Kami Rosei, welcome to the world of the dead."

(void. :P )

Waking up in a red puddle, Minato gazed around only to find nothing to his left or right. Straight ahead of him was an old man at the top of some stairs, shaking his head. "Such a waste, come young one". Minato understandably confused,"Who's a waste". "You misunderstand, Minato allow me to welcome you to death, your's specifically". "My...Death", He did not understand but he complied, standing up from the blood pool that had now gathered and set off up the stairs and towards the man.

As Kami followed the man to a shrine-like building, she looked around. Everything seemed normal.. but somehow different. It was dark, but it looked as though the moon had just appeared, and the warming glow of the sun had yet to dissipate. All of the plants seemed to have an aura around them. Not just the plants, but animals too. Kami looked down at her hands. She was in a high-school uniform, which contained stains of blood, that she assumed came from her eye. As she followed into the shrine, a woman stood up and welcomed her. After giving Kami and eye patch, with a rose embroidered on the front, the woman took her hand. "You are no longer who you were." She said with a sorrowful expression. "The world of the dead is a fragile place. There is only so much we can do to keep it peaceful. Will you fight with us to save the tranquility of the after life?"

Domina Autumn Sørenson shot up from the pond of black water. She sputtered and looked around herself. "Wh-What the hell is going on here!?" She yelled, as much as a spitfire as ever. She looked around herself. Everything was quiet. Where was this place!? How did she get here!? Domina continued to look around, panicking a bit. "It's a shame," he heard a voice speak. She whirled around, black water being flung from her equally black hair. "Who are you!? What's a shame!? You wanna fight me, old man!?" she yelled as soon as she saw the man. The old man shook his head and sighed. "There is no use. This is the world of death." This angered Domina further. "What are you talking about!? You wanna go!?" she threatened, stepping towards him. "There is no use. Your death takes away much from you, Domina Autumn Sørenson." Domina stopped. "Wait-? Death? Who is Domina?" The old man gestured. Domina patted her shoulders, head, face, and arms, trying to figure out what he meant. She gasped, feeling an open slit across her neck. It was grotesque. She exhaled to test her theory and she paled - she could feel her exhale through the slit. Whatever had happened, it had cut dep. "Domina, follow me." With nothing else to do, she followed, confused and irritated.

As she reached the shrine, she ground her teeth a bit. "Where is this place." The old man's voice was quiet. "As i said before; the world of death." She made tight fists. "Is this a joke?" "Just as much as your wound is." The reply shook her. The wound was real, she knew that. She breath, her own breath as spilling from it. "Why am i not dying again then, if you're so smart." "Your wound is quickly scarring over, we have made sure of that." She checked the edges of the wound, finding that at the very ends of the cuts, were raised patches of skin that weren't there before - they were small, but they were there.

Sora stirred, stretching like a cat and shifting into sitting position.

"How sorrowful, how wasteful..."

Sora's eyes shot open and she scrambled to her feet. Out of impulse, she replied, "What's happening? Where am I? What's sorrowful, me? And who're you callin' a shame?" That was when she noticed the old man standing before her. Annoyed, she stood up, gritting her teeth. "You trying to get yourself killed?! Who the heck are you anyways?!"

He ignored her. "Welcome to the world of the dead, Suzume Sora."

Sora looked around. Her clothes had been ripped to shreds. She was sitting in a pool of blood, but there were no visible wounds. Her neck felt kind of funny when she turned her head. Irritated by the constant crick in her neck, she twisted and shifted her spine and skull, hearing the bones click together as she righted herself. "Who's Suzume Sora? What happened to me?" The old man pointed a bony finger at her, then turned around and started heading in the direction of a building that looked a little like a shrine. "Follow me."

And so she did.

I sigh quietly, watching my young brother run off towards his school. He was happy and care free as he raced with his friends. i slowly float away. "Three years..." i mumble. Yup, three years since my mysterious death, i counted. I slowly wandered down the city sidewalk, contrasting from the busy men and women rushing past me. They didn't care to notice me, but, did it matter? I look down at my faded feet, then back up at the bright and sunny sky. "My name is Alex Rynn Ravious, I am 22, i was 20 when I died, and I am a ghost." I repeat, everyday...it kept me from going insane, which is a good thing.

I continue to walk, what was that? in the distance? I narrow my eyes to get a better view, wandering off from my safe path. I've never seen it before. I look around, where the living walking toward it? No...I shrug it off and continue on...curiosity eating me away.

When he reached the man the area around him change suddenly and dramatically to a small gazebo in the middle of a large field. The man spoke to him in a tone the seem like he had done this too many times," Welcome to your paradise, it is unique to everyone and can be a permanent home, however demons threaten our very peaceful existence and risk unbalancing the afterlife and so I am forced to ask for your help in quelling this threat, but know this, do not take this decision lightly as if a demon defeats you in battle your existence, and should the demon be powerful enough and even possibly the humans memories of you will be lost forever..." Minato pondered what the old man had just said but before he could respond the man spoke again, " I will leave you here to enjoy some time of bliss, sadly I have others to attend to, here use this to summon me here" he hands Minato a card with a picture of a wolf on it "The animal on that card represents to power in your soul, I will explain more should you decide to join me"



(I have left it here so that should Quelights feel that I am add parts she (I think your female) does not think have that much of a place in the RP I can easily edit it away, your choice...)

((I think I'm going to time-span mine so there is at least one of us who has already been in the spirit realm xD))

That was about 3 years ago. Well to humans. When I first arrived here, I had no idea who I was or why I was here. All I knew was that I was dead. I was dead, and the dead have no purpose. Or that was.. until the demons broke the law of the gods. The world of the dead is a lot like earth. We have markets, towns, parks. We can even fall in love. The only difference between the two worlds is that.. there are many of them. Many worlds in one. Heaven and Hell, you ask? They exist. But the Spirit realm is for those who had regrets before they died. What our regrets were? We don't know. None of us remember who we all. But living in this world gives us an excuse to try again. To accomplish those goals, and destroy the regrets that sent us here. Once that's over, our souls can be set to peace. We can finally be free.

Kami walked down the empty road as the moon shined bright behind her. "This is.." She whispered to herself, inspecting the area she stood and remembering the day she arrived in this realm. As the wind blew, a leaf floated by the boy staring at a card in his hand.

Minato was perplexed by what he had heard and only had a slight understanding of himself: His name may be Minato, he was being recruited into a war where a lose could mean that noone remembers him, he had a card in his hand the somehow showed his inner power, whatever that meant, and he was...dead. He decided that he had to sit down and contemplate this and a bench appeared from nowhere for him to sit on,"Handy, but he did say this place was Paradise, my Paradise" he looked around finding nothing to the Eastern,Western and Southern openings in the Gazebo but straight North was a figure, girl in the distance walking towards him, wearing an eye-patch over her right eye and a smile on her lips...

Kami approached the boy. The wind slowed, bringing less leaves down from their branches. Holding her hand out for Minato, Kami gave him a warm smile. "Allow me to explain." She spoke softly. She knew the situation that the boy was in. She didn't believe it was right to leave such souls confused and shocked, so she wanted to help in any way she could.

Minato still couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a question, so he simply beckoned towards the bench saying, "Please, do..."

Kami let out a small chuckle and sat down next to him, taking the card that was in his hand. "Do you know what this is?" She asked, trying to create a calm aura. Taking something from her pocket, Kami held an identicle card next to it. Instead of a wolf, the illustration of a white owl with bright yellow eyes sat in the shadows. "See?" She smiled. "I have one too."

Minato was starting to regain some mental capacity, enough to start asking questions, "well what does it do..." sounding a bit ruder than he meant,"...sorry". The girl before him seemed to calm the air around them, it was something about her aura or something, and he felt really quite tired but, "Wait, why am I tired ?"

Kami stared down at his card. "Hmm.. Well you're tired because the trip it took for your soul to get here, would have been like running a marathon.. But, you know.. It could also be the last thing you felt before you died." Realizing how confusing the boy must be, Kami shook her head. "Well, regardless of whether you believe in heaven or hell, everyone and every thing eventually comes here. This is.. kind of like a world in the middle. We die, and we come here." She smiled and looked up at the stars. "When we were alive everyone said that stars were just burning balls of gas. But really, they're worlds. Just like this one. When we were alive we just couldn't see that. Imagine the soul of every person trying to walk on one earth." Kami let out a chuckle and smiled at the stars. "We serve our purpose in this world, and we go to heaven. But if we revolt, it's said we go to hell." She blinked, sitting up. "Speaking of which, be on guard whenever you see these guys in black cult-like robes... they're the moderators of this world. And if they kick you out, you're.. well.. screwed. And as for your card, the animal symbolizes your inner spirit. Not everyone gets a card. I'm not exactly sure why, but I suppose it has something to do with how we died, or what we will be reborn as." She smiled, putting her card in her pocket and standing up, brushing off her skirt. "You shouldn't be afraid. This world is almost the same as the real world. And just as beautiful, although in a different way." She looked at the sky. It was pitch black, and the stars covered the sky, laying a blanket of dim light on the ground. But there was no moon. She held her hand to the sky. A light blue aura outlined it in the dark. "The moon is our sun, and the stars are our moon. We still work, we still eat, we still fall in love. The only difference is we do it in the moonlight."

Minato was looking at the stars,"We live in the moonlight, huh?" He looked down at his card and laughed to himself,"Seems appropriate." He felt a burning sensation on his chest, it was like someone was sealing wounds on his chest, he reached into touch his chest and found that he had 6 small holes in his chest that were putting themselves back together,"W-what's happening?"

Kami laughed and put her hand onto her eye patch. "Anything attached to us bonds with our soul. Such as our skin, hair, and limbs. When we die, anything bonded to us that has been damaged is re-healed, until it is the way that your natural soul appears to be." Sighing, she let her hand slip from her patch. "Unfortunately, some of us don't come here with those bonded items." She let out a small laugh. "I even have a friend with no legs. But it's okay. Because the nature of our true soul defines who we were and how we lived as a human being. Your wounds and healing because your natural soul doesn't have them."

"So...what's your hidden power ?" Minato was getting to open up to Kami, little by little "Any ideas on how I would go about discovering mine ?" Minato wore his headphones around his neck, turned the music on, then turned it down until it could just be heard by both, the song playing was 'Leave out all the Rest' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W3u5yXt9Zc) "Hehe, also quite appropriate"

Kami laughed and shook her head. "That hidden power thing.. I've heard stories, but never seen it happen." She smiled and kicked her feet out in front of her. "So to answer your question.. I have no idea. But maybe we can find out." She smirked. "Everyone here's just trying to get a second chance to live the life that was taken from them. Only those of us willing to put that second life on the line are the ones who apparently unleash their 'hidden power'."

The old man slowly hobbled in to the room from seemingly nowhere , looking up at Shamus' hanging body slowly swaying back and forth still held up by his tie. "Come on boy , I dont have long." Shamus' eyes kicked up and his hands reached up to the tie around his neck , pulling and tugging at it untell it broke and Shamus fell on his back coughing. "Uhg , Damn that near killed me." The old man chuckled and shook his head. "I am afraid it -did- kill you Shamus Soltarin."

Shamus blinked and rubbed his head as he got up , about to laugh at the old man for calling him dead when he noticed his white shirt was stained dark crimson. With a blink Shamus quickly undid his shirt and almost screamed when he saw the hole in his chest. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS ME HEART!?" The old man simply shrugged and pointed to a bright light "Come , we have to go now." Shamus grumbled and looked around , trying to pick up the tie from the scaffolding and his hand phasing through it. With another sigh Shamus followed the old man , patting down the pockets to his rather expensive looking coat as he did , a blank piece of scrap paper , a empty vial and a lighter with his name ingraved on it were all he found before reaching the temple , the kind old lady there handing him a new red shirt. "Here boy , hide your wound with this." Shamus quickly nodded and changed before cracking his neck and looknig at the old man. "So what now? You repair this bloody hole and I go haunt me some killers?" The old man shook his head and handed Shamus a card with a snake on it. "No , you will remain in the land of the dead , think hard enough and you can send yourself anywhere you want to be dropped off."

Shamus grinned , pocketing the card before clapping his hands together like he was praying. "Strip club , strip club , stripclub!" The old man sighed and simply pushed Shamus who quickly found himself falling on to unfirmiliar grass in the middle of a park with a gazebo near him. Flipping on to his back Shamus flipped the bird to the sky. "Tah hell with you -too- old man!" With that he got up and dusted himself off , grumbling all the while. "Thinks hes so great just because he's death. Shove that cloak and sythe rutine right where the sun dont shine, bloody old man."

"Umm...sorry I didn't catch your name, mine's Minato" He was really starting to open up to her but that's because he couldn't remember his life or past 'friendships' and wasn't as enclosed as when he was alive, "Have you agreed to help the old man ?" He shied up a bit, "If not we could both do it, you know, like together...a-as friends..." He felt himself go a bit red "N-never mind..."

"Hmm.. well I-" Kami was interrupted by a loud thud and a voice off in the distance. She zoned in on the noise. That voice sounded familiar. Shrugging it off, she shook Minato's hand. "The name's Kami... Apparently." She laughed. "I think that's a good idea, but first, you should get a look around your new home." She smirked and looked up at the sky, stretching against the bench. "You must be tired. You got a place to stay?"

Minato breathed a sigh of semi-relief, "Very tired, but no I've got no place to go, so far this gazebo is my home but it would be nice to have at least four walls and a door, a roof would be good too..." he laughed at his own joke, "...but I'm sure you have other things to do, like figuring out how you know that voice, your face gave you away..." He stood, and bowed deeply, the only way he could think of to get across how grateful he was. He turned to the west and started walking, "I think I'll go chase the moon, you know get in character." He smiled and held up his card, picture towards Kami, "Good night and good luck..." He thought for a second, "Flare gun" he whispered, "Whenever your in my Paradise use this to signal that you want to meet, at an angle to meet here, at the gazebo, and straight up for you position, and stay safe, please."

Shamus grumbled and kicked at the grass. "Bloody hell...the old man didint even give me a place to go! The hell am I sapose to do!?" Shamus looked around in panic and then sighed and slauched forward. "Not like I have any skills....that I know of." Shamus dug his lgihter out of his coat and flicked it open. "Guess I smoke? Well thats...good I think , I wonder if I can die from cancer when im a ghost....Wait I dont even have a -heart- , the hell is CANCER gonna do to me?" Shamus laughed loudly before he was hit in the head with a pack of no-brand smokes. "....Spooky." With a shrug Shamus picked them up and ripped open the pack , putting one in his mouth and lighting it before taking a deep breath in. For the moment he was relaxed , at least in tell he laughed again when he noticed that the smoke he had jsut inhaled was going out through the hole in his chest. "Yeah , thats gonna take some getting used to." With that Shamus laid down on the grass and continued to smoke , thinking for now. "Maby they have apartments here?...Guess I need a job too."

Kami looked down at the ground for a moment, wishing she could help. "Okay.. well I live three blocks to the east of here." She smiled at him. "Follow the brightest star until you reach a one-story apartment with black windows. You know... if you need anything, that is." She waved him off with a smile and turned to the direction of the noise once he had left. Noticing smoke, she stood up. "A.. fire?" She blinked walking over. She approached the man laying on the ground and stared down at him. "What are you doing?" She blinked.