Who: Duke and Brynhild What: Honey, I'm hooome Where: Random street in the city center, outside an abandoned police station When: Sunday night Rating: TBD, probably naughty words Closed/Ongoing
Duke shot up, gasping and heaving, hands at his throat and eyes wide. It took a few seconds for him to realize he could breathe again and even longer to calm down enough that those breaths evened out and he could focus on anything else.
Looking around he knew right away that he wasn't in Haven, at least not any Haven he knew. That meant it worked right? He must be dead and this what comes next. It wasn't what he expected.
He stood from where he'd been sitting on a dusty desk and took in what was around him. It still looked like a police station but it wasn't the one he'd been in a few minutes ago. He followed the only light source until he was outside, standing under a street light. All he noticed were abandoned buildings and empty streets. Part of him wondered if this was hell, but shouldn't sacrificing yourself for the greater good negate a little bit of law breaking and bullying when he was a kid?
"You know, if this is the after-life, I'm not impressed!" he shouted in to the void that was the night sky, an unfamiliar one he noticed, looking at the stars.