Oliver Pike (fishguy) wrote in elysianfieldsrp, @ 2010-06-23 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | jill valentine, oliver pike |
Who: Oliver Pike and Jill Valentine
What: RED WARRIOR NEEDS BOOZE BADLY. And Jill probably does too.
Where: Random bar that I am too lazy to name!
When: After this.
This whole death thing wasn’t what Pike had expected at all. Truth told, despite what he’d said on the little PDA, he hadn’t been expecting anything. If someone had asked him before he’d died what he expected to see on the other side, he would’ve told them that he expected exactly nothing. As far as Pike was concerned there was no God, and the Powers might as well have been called the Powers That Be Dicks, so he didn’t really have much faith in them actually giving their chess pieces a nice happy place to spend eternity at peace. He wasn’t really sure where you went after you died, but he was pretty sure there was no heaven. If there was, he had it figured that it was just some illusion to keep the souls of the Powers’ chess pieces docile and not wanting to go tear-assing back to Earth every time there was a crisis. He’d always had a more liberal view on the Powers than most. In the end, he wasn’t even necessarily sure if they were “good” in the human sense of the word. They might have been enemies against the demons, but that didn’t mean they held human life in any regard.
Besides, he had a feeling he wasn’t getting into heaven even if it was up there. Detroit…
In his last moments, as the light faded from his eyes and everything started to go black, he’d been terrified that he’d get stuck in hell. He was okay with dying if it meant saving those people, but if it had left his soul stuck in hell… As much as he wanted to say he’d have done it anyway, he couldn’t say that with certainty. It was hell. Being stuck there as a solid being that could actually do something to try and make it a better place was bad enough. Being stuck there as a powerless, incorporeal spirit that could only watch as people were enslaved and torn apart? That would have been worse. He’d already done some of the worst things he could think of by that point, so it wasn’t like he’d miss out on the twisting so common in hell. He just would have been without any ability to atone.
This death thing wasn’t affecting him as much as it seemed to have affected some of the others. He could understand that completely. It seemed like some of them hadn’t even known they were dying. He supposed he had an advantage in that regard. When he made the decision to be the distraction those refugees needed, he knew he was going to die. It was half the reason he’d chosen to wire that bus up with C4. Pike had decided that if he was going to die, it was damn well going to be with a bang. A literal bang that also happened to take out a huge chunk of the small army of demon minions the Lord of Compton had sent after them. The battle that came after went about as well as Pike had expected. Initially choked by the remains of the exploded bus, the demons had taken some very serious initial losses. Unfortunately Pike’s plan hadn’t been rocket science, and it wasn’t a permanent solution by any means. Eventually the demons were able to just swarm en masse to toss aside the wreckage and swarm him like an angry Zerg player in Starcraft. Then he became a shish-kebab of demon swords and claws. He was still trying not to think about the fact that he could still feel those claws wriggling and twitching in his guts, but even Pike’s vaunted denial abilities couldn’t avoid the fact that he was dead.
Which is why, the very second his eyes popped open, he had some clue as to what was going on. In the very first moments he did wonder at a few possibilities. He’d heard of people seeing their lives flash before their eyes, but he’d never heard of the opening scenes of the Mortal Kombat movie doing it. A boat, a mysterious island, the parallels were there. If Christopher Lambert showed up, Pike was pretty sure he’d just drown himself. He’d sat on the beach waiting for something to happen for a little while. He was figuring that his mind was cycling through some old concepts from a crappy movie while it shut down. Muscles twitched and spasmed when you died, why not the brain? It made sense to Pike’s entirely uneducated mind.
Once he’d realized that this wasn’t the case, and that he really was dead, he’d actually been relatively okay with it. Yeah, he was a little disappointed at the lack of food, booze, and hot valkyries in chainmail bikinis escorting him to the afterlife and their endless halls of food and booze, but at least the island wasn’t in hell. He could tell because there wasn’t an everpresent scent of sulfur, none of the buildings he could see in the distance were growing mouths, and nothing was trying to kill him. So he’d started exploring, at the same time investigating the PDA he’d been given. He rolled his eyes at the runic inscription, deciding it was some kind of ironic joke. Clearly this wasn’t the Valhalla he’d read about, and the PDAs certainly didn’t double as endless halls of food and booze.
This whole thing just got more bizarre from there. He wasn’t alone, which didn’t surprise him. This was the afterlife and he certainly wasn’t the only person dying in the world. What did surprise him was that apparently Jill Valentine was here. Jill. Valentine. This was several different kinds of impossible. She wasn’t real! She was just a video game character. An awesome character, sure, but still just a character from a fictional game, nonetheless. Yet Pike knew this was the afterlife. He knew he’d died. That meant that she had too. Would she have kept LARPing after death? Maybe, but most people certainly wouldn’t have done it right after dying. Most people considered death shocking enough that they would drop a false persona adopted for some kind of game. The fact that she didn’t was bugging him. Faced with little else to go on, Pike had to believe that she was telling the truth, as bizarre as it sounded. Which meant that he was going to go get drunk with Jill Valentine.
He had to remind himself four times in about as many minutes to keep his eyes glued to her face. He’d just given her bad news and even if he hadn’t, she was still a badass. Sure, he knew he was more physically powerful than any human, but that didn’t matter if you were well-trained, got the drop on your opponent, and had the tenacity to not back down. He knew it because he’d done much the same sorts of things back when he’d been a human hunter in LA. He definitely didn’t want to get blown away with silver by Jill Valentine, of all people.
He cheated a little to find the bar. Once he got close enough, he could start scenting the air for booze, and was able to find some shortcuts along that path. So he got there a little before she did, which was actually the way he wanted it. He wanted to be able to see her coming so he could mentally prepare himself before actually getting close enough to talk to her. She was one of the most awesome and iconic horror game characters of all time, he needed to make sure he didn’t fanboy her. Especially if she had that costume. Dear lord. About the only thing worse would have been a certain gold bikini.
Pike found a spot on the wall near the door and leaned against it, fishing around in the pocket of his beat-up biker’s jacket for his pack of smokes and his personal lighter. He had a cheaper Bic model for when he needed to burn things, but the zippo he pulled out of his coat along with the slightly crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes, while definitely worn, was clearly well taken care of. Once the cigarette was lit, he dropped both the pack and the zippo back into his pocket and, a second later, stuffed his hand in there as well. One steel-toed boot thumped lazily against the ground while he waited, occasionally lifting the cigarette to his lips while his eyes scanned around, looking for Jill.