Futuristic Death Trick

[BlackSwan]

Valentine

The Russian woke with tear crusted swollen eyes. An ache was starting to make its presence known...everywhere. groaning Valentine Rolled over and flopped back onto hes back. somewhere in his sleep, he noticed, he seemed to have stripped. As his body was bare of all clothing, save for the black and red boxer briefs clinging to his waist. sighing he sleepily rubbed his blurry dark eyes and tousled his already messy silver hair. Valentine, lifted his head slightly , attempting to locate a clock in the dark room, the only light being that of the suns trying to peek through the curtains. Angry red numbers glared at him from a night stand on his right, it was an old retro clock with strange buttons he couldn't seem to figure out. rolling again, Valentine sat up, and stretched his tones body, his muscles contracting and bones popping as he woke himself up.

Glancing around the dark room, Valentine began the search for clothing. yawning he stumbled out into the hallway in his boxers and made his way downstairs. "vhany one avake?" he called sleepily. getting no response, he made his way to the kitchen. grumbling inteligables in russian. Valentine shivered as his feat made contact on the bare tile. "Vike Russian Bathwater" he cursed making his way to the fridge and proceeding to set up breakfast. The Large Russian man began cracking 30 eggs in a bowl and hunted down a pan to fry bacon in. "maaay ble Bacon? oni imeyut sviney sirop ? (they have syrup pigs?)" shaking his head of this american strangeness he tossed the bacon on the skillet and began to whisk the eggs as the bacon cooked. after they were nice and creamy looking, he set the bowl aside, turned the bacon and grabbed another pan from the cabinet for the eggs.

Quietly He bagan to sing an old song in Russian.

"

Черный ворон, черный ворон,

Что ты вьешься надо мной?

Ты добычи не дождешься,

Черный ворон, я не твой!"

he sang in a low barritone, memories of his family flashing by.​

"Что ты когти распускаешь

Над моею головой?

Иль добычу себе чаешь,

Черный ворон, я не твой!"

Of little Izchavel kneeling by her mothers disembowled body and weeping.

"Завяжу смертельну рану

Подаренным мне платком,

А потом с тобой я стану

Говорить все об одном."

Of his mother.

"Полети в мою сторонку,

Скажи маменьке моей,

Ты скажи моей любезной,

Что за Родину я пал."

"Отнеси платок кровавый

Милой любушке моей.

Ты скажи – она свободна,

Я женился на другой."

"Взял невесту тиху-скромну

В чистом поле под кустом,

Обвенчальна была сваха –

Сабля вострая моя."

"Калена стрела венчала

Среди битвы роковой.

Вижу смерть моя приходит –

Черный ворон, весь я твой!"

And of his death.

(song translation:

Raven black, why are you wheeling,

Over my head circling low?

Ever will your prey elude you.

Raven black, I am not yours!

Why do you spread wide your talons,

Over my head circling low?

Or do you sense prey beneath you?

Raven black, I am not yours!

Fly you now, off to my homeland,

And say to my mother dear,

Say to her, my darling mother,

That for Fatherland I fell.

Take my shawl, now stained with red blood,

To my darling, dearly loved.

Say to her that she is free now:

To another I am wed.

A smoldering arrow bound her to me,

Upon the fated battlefield.

Death, I see, is coming for me.

Raven black, I am now yours!)

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[Clairvoyance]

• Claire •



A cold wind blew through Claire's dark room as the redhead slept. She'd fallen asleep at the desk, and had ended up an rather uncomfortable position. Her left arm hung down to the floor, while her right provided a cushion between her forehead and the desk. Her legs were tucked under the chair, and she was stiff to say the least. As she slowly began to rouse, she regretted not taking advantage of the soft, plush bed and it's expensive silk sheets. The wind chilled her, causing goose bumps to appear on her pale skin as she stood and stretched out her muscles. Not only had she slept uncomfortably, but she'd also slept in her clothes. Needless to say, she didn't smell as good as she wanted to.


After a few more yawns, Claire made her way to the closer and opened the door in search of clothes. It seemed that either Raegan had known she'd be in there, or someone had come in during the night and stocked it with clothes her size. She grabbed a few items that suited her taste, then turned to the door. A nice outfit, but she needed makeup and jewelry to complete it. A small box eerily similar to her own caught her attention as she was leaving the room, and she decided to see what it contained. It was -- how very unsurprisingly -- her own jewelry. It was nice to have it, but she couldn't help but wonder how Raegan had gotten it. After a bit more searching, Claire also found a hefty amount of makeup and picked out what she wanted.


Finally, after nearly an hour of preparation, the young woman slipped out of her bedroom and found a bathroom down the hall. Luckily, since it was still the gray of morning, no-one else was up. She stripped the gross, worn clothes off and opted to throw them away. It's not like she'd ever wear them again with the clothes Raegan had for her. Once the water was hot, Claire stepped in and proceeded to scrub the dirt and muck from her once-dead body. The water loosened her muscles, and she felt relaxed for the first time since rejoining the world of the living. She knew, however, that she couldn't stay in the shower forever, and begrudgingly finished up. Another half an hour later, Claire was ready to face whatever the day may hold for her. She was dressed -- quite nicely, by the way -- and had finished her makeup rather quickly. Some might say she'd definitely gone overboard for just a day of standing around and mingling, but she was happy with how it had turned out.

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I didn't need to add this, but I'm OCD and I'm like, "Y'ALL NEED TO SEE WHAT I DO!" Also, I was still a little brain blocked, so I'm sorry if this is kinda crappy!

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[housekat]

Mizerka woke up unusually early. She sat up on the living room and rubbed her eyes. The light was just beginning to bleed through the windows, pouring light onto the furniture. Not even the birds had started chirping yet. She did feel refreshed, however. Last night had been hectic to say the least, so she must have fallen asleep very early. The house was encompassed in a placid silence that seemed tangible. Like the flat, reflective surface of a pond that can be broken by a single stone. It contrasted so much with the state of affairs last night that it took the epidemiologist a second to remember all the details. Habitually, she tried to run a hand through her hair. It ended up halfway through the tangled mess before getting stopped a large knot. I... I must be a mess right now. Last night, her appearance was the last of her worries. But now, she felt disgusting. As if she was dragged though the forest floor then tossed into a children's ball pit.


With a new resolve, her feet landed onto the wooden floor of the house with a noised that seemed amplified, she almost tripped over a blanket that had found it's way around her ankles. ...blanket? She doesn't remember possessing a blanket last night. Someone must have put it on top of her after she fell asleep. She picked up the blanket, attempted to fold it nicely before giving up out of impatience, and searched for a vacant bathroom. After a few minutes of searching, she found one that had a shower. She stepped into the bathroom, locked the door, stripped off her grimy clothes, and got into the shower.


After she finished scrubbing the flakes of blood and dirt off of her, she dried herself off with a conveniently placed towel. In the background, the sound of another shower running and food cooking became prevalent. Not seeing any other option, Mizerka changed back into her old clothes, blow- dried and brushed the crude mess that was her hair, and left the bathroom as clean as she was humanly capable of.


Her legs eventually carried her to the kitchen where there was food being prepared. Her stomach growled in anticipation as the scent carried over to her olfactory nerves. She hadn't eaten since before her "death". How would that work? Did her body just stop working altogether? Does that mean that her villi were just absorbing nutrients from chyme that had been sitting for a few hours? How would that affect the digestive process? She took a moment to stare blankly at the floor and ponder the question. After turning over the inquiry in her head a few times, she decided to prioritize eating over contemplating post- mortem but then "hello I'm alive again" body mechanics. Frankly, the whole subject sent shivers down her spine. She had been legally dead for god knows how long. She had died. Her heart stopped contracting, bacteria started eating away at the the soft organ tissue, and enzymes had started destroying the membranes of her cells. Perhaps she would interrogate someone later about the whole ordeal but for now the eggs seemed too tantalizing to pass up. Standing in the doorframe, she only watched the singing man, waiting for something to be cooked just enough to be edible.


(This was written at a late time and after reading a ton of fanfiction, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I might look back at this and be like "lmao yes" or "lmao why". I dunno what kind of significance this warning might hold, as this will just be one post in a slew of many other posts and words and words hold no other significance than what the reader perceives so if these words hold a different significance to everyone then why am I here trying to explain this?... I guess this post just feels more domestic than I'm used to. I'm going to bed now)

 

[NiflheimArisen]

Cherry woke with a soft stir and rubbed her eyes. Her alarm started beeping moments after. She shut it up with a startled slam and got up, still wearing most of the same clothes from yesterday. She changed into something a little more presentable and went to the bathroom to put on some light make-up for the day ahead. Still half-asleep, she hardly noticed anyone in the kitchen on her pass to the restroom.


When she got out and stepped out of the hallway, she was surprised to see some of the tricksters already awake in the kitchen. The man was making bacon and a lady was leaning against the doorframe.


"Good morning everyone," she said softly and with her best smile, inching past to set up and start the coffee machine. Once the machine had started up, she turned around and bit her lip nervously.


"How did you all sleep? Were your rooms to your liking?" she asked the tricksters.