Alexander continued yelling. he wasn't sure why, it didn't hurt anymore. his mind kicked in, stop yelling, logic check, pain? nope, all limbs intact? yup, everything working? appears to be, then why was he still yelling? then he remembered, falling, falling for what seemed like forever, then he'd hit the ground, and that was all he could remember, that and so much pain darkness came for him. he blinked, where was he? was he blind, no the darkness was thick like shadow, he reached around and gripped something that felt like a wall, guiding himself upright he blinked a few times, it was light, torches lit the walls, flaming, torches, all down the halls, this looked like a labarynth. turning round he saw what looked like a garden shed with a pot-plant on the floor. "I'm so dead." he stated and sat on the chair in the shed, instinctively taking the thermos there and pouring himself a cup of tea from it. "I'm dead, in hell, and drinking tea." he picked up the pot plant and set it on the shelf, and the entire shed started to move upwards, settling to a halt about two minutes later, the door opening on to a path leading to Remniche. "city." he stated almost absentmindedly, then looked back at the thermos. "tea." he shrugged and settled down to finish his cup of tea.
((he's British, if you haven't guessed))

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Erebus was drifting through the air, passing over Lin and Hez, fluttering round the space by them, he liked following these two they often lead him to the most interesting places with the most awfully twisted and suffering souls, and he loved it. he shifted from shadow to cloth and landed lazily on to one of the cases behind the both of them, one of the corners twisting round to prop the middle up in the imitation of leaning on one's own elbow. wondering in the safety of his own mind when something interesting would happen again.