Omake thread, Ami

[Anastasia]

"It would match your first death," Michiru remarks, as you seem to sail through a black void. "Or...oh, I'm sure you'll get something you like. It tends to work out that way unless you've really messed up.

Or unless whomever sent Zoicite can influence that as well. Hm..." Michiru hums thoughtfully. "Oh well, at worst, if you get sentenced as a line stander for a few millienium, I'll be sure to visit," she says brightly.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami ponders the merits of finding Rei and getting her to kill her soul, too. "Your concern is touching." she comments dryly.

[Anastasia]

"Sorry," she smiles, "But it's funny on this end. Anyway...you'll see what I mean ina  moment." AS she speaks, white replaces black - a cloudly place, a long road snaking below you to a giant palace. Dozens of glowing lights wait in line to enter, one at a time in agonizing slowness.

"Don't mind that, Ami," Michiru notes as you fly above. "That's just for show for when a living soul finds a way to view or visit here. It's also where those that got on someone's bad side or really screwed up below are." Peering, she points. "You could probably find Metalla in back there somewhere.

But anyway, the real station is a bit beyond this."

[Bean Bandit]

Ami nods, following Michiru diligently. "Okay...How often do living souls make it here?"

[Anastasia]

"It's rare, but it happens...one or two are allowed to visit because it's a part of their powers, but most are beings that somehow get past the outer barrier." Michiru explains, half of it going over your head. "Sailor Pluto is one, but she's only here when she really has to be. She'll probably drop in to visit you at some point, eventually."

Again, someone must be laughing at you for this.

As you fly past the first palace, you see another one past it - smaller, more business like and open, without a line. "That's where we're going," Michiru points, as the two of you zoom down to it.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami winces a little at the sound of Sailor Pluto's name. Deciding to simply roll with this for now, she begins to wonder exactly when she was branded with the job description of plaything of the gods as she follows along...

[Anastasia]

For some reason, the image of you discarding a ninja outfit and a sack of diamonds flirts through your mind. Must be because you skipped breakfast.

Moving on down, you find yourself passing through the open doors. Inside, you find yourself sitting in a soft chair, Michiru next to you. Standing is a rather old man, looking nothing more like Santa Klaus in a suit. "Ah, Ami Mizuno," he murmurs, going over to a desk and a computer there. "Hold on...let me see what you have on file."

[Bean Bandit]

He knows me? Ami wonders briefly, before getting to the urgent business of shutting up and letting things happen. No sense playing with a sucessful formula so far.

[Anastasia]

He types a moment, before raising one snow white eyebrow. "Died of...angst causing organ shutdown? That's new," he says, looking up. "You don't look like the suicidal type, and it was...involuntary?

No wonder the computer is having a fit with your file. It's the first time in the history of existance such a thing has happened!" He rises again, smiling warmly and fatherly. Really, he's rather reassuring. "Want to talk about it while the system processes it?"

[Bean Bandit]

Ami smiles nervously. "It's not...a pleasant subject." she demurs, blushing in embarrassment. "Less so since I died of it, rather than something less humiliating, like being crushed under a garbage truck."

Just a wee bit of bitterness, there.

[Anastasia]

"Or auto erotic aphixiation," he notes with a chuckle, despite the bitterness wave that nearly drowns him from you. "That's probably the most embarrassing way to go, for my money. Though, you have enough laurels in your life where you shouldn't be too embarrassed over it. Sailor Mercury had a good career fighting evil."

[Bean Bandit]

"Given the choice, I would have rather have died doing that. At least I did that well." Ami hesitates. "Sort of...I think." Am I really a failure at everything?

[Anastasia]

"I reckon you did a good job with that," he says, eyes twinkling. "Shame that masturbation isn't a viable way to earn a living in your world. Ah well," he shrugs, going back to the computer. "Be all that as it may, cheer up. I've seen far, far, far worse come through. My child, you're simply terribly depressed more than anything else, not a failure."

[Bean Bandit]

Ami's head sags. "A little louder, please...the lines over in that other place didn't hear." she grumbles. "And yes, I was...AM. WOuldn't you be?"

[Anastasia]

"Probably," he agrees, smiling as he types away, before hmmming. "Ami," he says, "The system is probably going to be a little while - new entries take a wee bit of time to work their way through all the protocols.

And regardless, I'll have to personally choose what to do with you now," he comments, moving aside from his computer. Still cheerful, "Anything you want to say or complain about while we wait? Most people daydream about getting to yell at the person up high."