Hotel Purgatorio (BETA)

The sounds of deranged laughter fill the halls of the afterlife as a soul apparates into the lobby. Standing on the wooden floor is a figure clad in brightly colored garments with a disconcerting mask upon their face. The mask is large, and made of wood, although any other distinguishing features cannot be seen, as shadows seem to pool in the face of the mask, shielding it from the view of others. The figure wears a red cloth tunic with multiple bells hanging from rope hanging from the sleeves and collar. Behind the mask, two large fabric horns jut out, with bells hanging from the ends of those as well. They wear black fabric trousers, and shoes with pointed toes. "Hahahahaha- wait. How did I get here? ... Where is here? Where am I?"

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*Oh huh this is really neat!*

*Asphyxiation*

 *rpppppp?*

*Sher!*

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The sounds of deranged laughter fill the halls of the afterlife as a soul apparates into the lobby. Standing on the wooden floor is a figure clad in brightly colored garments with a disconcerting mask upon their face. The mask is large, and made of wood, although any other distinguishing features cannot be seen, as shadows seem to pool in the face of the mask, shielding it from the view of others. The figure wears a red cloth tunic with multiple bells hanging from rope hanging from the sleeves and collar. Behind the mask, two large fabric horns jut out, with bells hanging from the ends of those as well. They wear black fabric trousers, and shoes with pointed toes. "Hahahahaha- wait. How did I get here? ... Where is here? Where am I?"

 A young guy with curly brown hair and sharp-not quite elflike, maybe gnomelike, but he’s human sized, perhaps a little shorter stares up at them, giving them a dry smile. “Welcome to death. It’s an awful nice place.” He tucks a loose curl behind his ear. He has a muscular yet short build, wearing a black cloak and a suit of dark steel armor with mismatched plates. His skin isn’t very dark, a bit reddish and brown in many places, and his left hand shakes with a tremor. “I’m Leucippus.” 

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The sounds of deranged laughter fill the halls of the afterlife as a soul apparates into the lobby. Standing on the wooden floor is a figure clad in brightly colored garments with a disconcerting mask upon their face. The mask is large, and made of wood, although any other distinguishing features cannot be seen, as shadows seem to pool in the face of the mask, shielding it from the view of others. The figure wears a red cloth tunic with multiple bells hanging from rope hanging from the sleeves and collar. Behind the mask, two large fabric horns jut out, with bells hanging from the ends of those as well. They wear black fabric trousers, and shoes with pointed toes. "Hahahahaha- wait. How did I get here? ... Where is here? Where am I?"

 A young guy with curly brown hair and sharp-not quite elflike, maybe gnomelike, but he’s human sized, perhaps a little shorter stares up at them, giving them a dry smile. “Welcome to death. It’s an awful nice place.” He tucks a loose curl behind his ear. He has a muscular yet short build, wearing a black cloak and a suit of dark steel armor with mismatched plates. His skin isn’t very dark, a bit reddish and brown in many places, and his left hand shakes with a tremor. “I’m Leucippus.” 

The person scans the room, before finally looking at Leucippus. "... Leucippus? What are you, the ancient philosopher who discovered atoms?" The figure shakes his head. "No... that one wasn't even a joke. Argh. Wait- you said death? Like... I'm dead? What? How?"

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The sounds of deranged laughter fill the halls of the afterlife as a soul apparates into the lobby. Standing on the wooden floor is a figure clad in brightly colored garments with a disconcerting mask upon their face. The mask is large, and made of wood, although any other distinguishing features cannot be seen, as shadows seem to pool in the face of the mask, shielding it from the view of others. The figure wears a red cloth tunic with multiple bells hanging from rope hanging from the sleeves and collar. Behind the mask, two large fabric horns jut out, with bells hanging from the ends of those as well. They wear black fabric trousers, and shoes with pointed toes. "Hahahahaha- wait. How did I get here? ... Where is here? Where am I?"

 A young guy with curly brown hair and sharp-not quite elflike, maybe gnomelike, but he’s human sized, perhaps a little shorter stares up at them, giving them a dry smile. “Welcome to death. It’s an awful nice place.” He tucks a loose curl behind his ear. He has a muscular yet short build, wearing a black cloak and a suit of dark steel armor with mismatched plates. His skin isn’t very dark, a bit reddish and brown in many places, and his left hand shakes with a tremor. “I’m Leucippus.” 

The person scans the room, before finally looking at Leucippus. "... Leucippus? What are you, the ancient philosopher who discovered atoms?" The figure shakes his head. "No... that one wasn't even a joke. Argh. Wait- you said death? Like... I'm dead? What? How?"

 He shrugs. “I’m named after my grandfather. And I dunno. Hmmmm… any visible wounds?”

*sry I couldn't do this before I was playing disfigure*

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*sry I couldn't do this before I was playing disfigure*

 *np np*

The captain looks over "oh we have a new guest"