[b][h2][center] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/lgmWw/OGE2YmYyODAzZjI5NDNkMWI5OGUxY2ViMDMzYjFjMGMudHRm/SGFycnkgRHVib2lz/super-funky.png?r=fs&h=63&w=1000&fg=9628CD&bg=F0ECEC&tb=1&s=63 [/img] [/center] [/h2][/b] [b][h2][center]Word Count: 835 Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60) Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town [/center] [/h2][/b] [hider=Internal Conversation] “[b]Welcome back, Harry, to the dark place.[/b]” A masculine voice spoke. “Where am I?” Harry responded that he felt a sense of dread filling his body. “[b]You are dead, Harry, dead as dead can be. It seemed like the pale had finally consumed the world.[/b]" The voice said, taking pleasure in Harry’s distress. “Is this heaven, then? I’m dead?” Harry said as the dread was starting to fill his body. He felt like he was paralyzed and unable to move any part of his body. “[b]Looks like it, so since you're dead, what do you wanna do to pass the time? Let's have a chat about how you failed everyone. We have all the time in the world.[/b]" The voice responded. “I don’t think this is heaven; I might be in hell. Oh god. Kim, Jean, Cuno help me. I don’t wanna be here anymore.” Harry screamed out into the void. But there was no one to hear him. But he suddenly hears two voices speaking to him. “[color=00aeef]You hear voices in the distance. They seemed to be coming closer towards you. I think you're not dead.[/color]” Logic said in a rather blunt tone of voice. “[color=92278f]It’s death coming to collect your soul.[/color]” Inland Empire chimed in. “[color=00aeef]No, it sounds like a person or perhaps an animal approaching you. And you are breathing, which means you are alive.[/color]” Logic responded, correcting Inland Empire. [/hider] Harry felt something touch his body, and a voice spoke to him, urging him to wake up. Harry slowly opened his eyes, noticing an older man standing above him. The man was wearing a dirty green shirt and equally dirty pants. He was kneeling beside him with a friendly smile on his face. “Where am I? Is this Heaven?” Harry said feeling like he had been abducted or something. The man chuckled, shaking his head. The man helped Harry up onto his feet. “Here, have some water; it’ll help. Are you okay?” The man said, offering him a flask of water. Harry took a sip from the flask, with the man holding Harry’s head to let him drink. Eventually Harry slowly got onto his feet again, asking him where he was. This didn’t look like Revachol to Harry. “[color=fff200]From its appearance, it looks like a town. And judging from the buildings you must be in the old part of the city. And below you is some sort of stone tile with a strange symbol.[/color]” Perception said. “[color=00aeef]It looks like some sort of teleportation device. That must be how you got here.[/color]” Encyclopedia stated. “But what city am I in? Where am I?” Harry said with the man quickly answering his question. “You're in Martira, sir. Are you sure you are okay? You look like you’ve been through hell.” The man said Harry smiled at this comment. It was true he had been through a rough couple of days. He wondered if Kim and the others were still in the city—or hoped so. The thought of losing them filled him with dread. “My name is Harry, Detective Harry Dubois. What’s yours?” He said, wiping off some dirt from his jacket. “My name is Leonard Grosse. What’s a Detective?” The man asked while helping wipe off some dirt from Harry’s clothes. “Nice to meet you, Leonard; mind if I call ya Leo? Thanks for the drink. A detective is a police officer of sorts. So where can I go for some work?” Harry thanked Leo, being reminded of Gaston Martin. “[color=92278f]You're a decorated supercop, so why don't you go out there and start copping.[/color]” Authority stated and pushing Harry to start acting like a cop. “[color=ed1c24]Speaking of drinks, you should get some firewater in your belly. You deserve it.[/color]” Electro-Chemistry chimed in. But Harry just disregarded this thought. “[color=ed1c24]You feel something in the inside pocket of your jacket. Checking it you notice a bottle of red wine.[/color]” Physical Instrument mentioned with Harry checking the inside of his jacket pocket. When he noticed a wine bottle. “[color=ed1c24]JACKPOT!!![/color]” Electro-Chemistry exclaimed enthusiastically. “[color=92278f]STOP!. You are better than this; you don’t need alcohol. I’m sure you’ll find Kim eventually.[/color]” Volition interrupted the two. Not wanting Harry to spiral and mess up his life like last time. "[color=fff200]Get a grip on yourself. This kind of self destruction is what got you in trouble in the first place.[/color]" Composure said adding to the conversation. “You could see Bardon; I’m sure he could have some work for you.” Leo said to which Harry thanked him for his kindness. Harry gave him back the flask. Leo then showed Jarry where Bardon was, giving him detailed instructions on how to get there. Enjoying the sights of the city. Feeling a sense of sorrow. Sorrow because he had lost his friends and colleagues. Again, he wondered if he would be able to see them again. He opened his jacket, noticing the bottle inside of the pocket. The thought of drinking and once again going down the rabbit hole of alcoholism came into his mind.