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Location: Medical
Interactions: @dreamingflowers , @Daxam
stay a while?

Indigo listened intently to Sean's words, unable to shake the feeling of unease from their shoulders when the other individual said, "the same situation you're in." What did that mean exactly? Was he referring to the fact that they came back from presumably the dead with little to no recollection, or the fact that they came back with powers beyond their previous humanity?

Or was it both?

There it was, an opportunity to finally make sense of all of this mess. Indigo's gaze visibly perked, as did their expression. Sean had just given them a flashlight in the dark tunnel that had been their existence ever since they awoke.

There was no way they were passing that up, but then again...were they ready for those answers?

Indigo looked a little uncomfortable, but nodded at Sean's words. "Deal." they grabbed his hand and shook it.

- ~ -

The training ground was quite intimidating to Indigo despite its purpose. They never really imagined themselves in a situation like this so it was quite interesting to be where they were now.

Poppy's rules were simple, and that raised even more flags in Indigo's head. What exactly was waiting for them in this field? Should be interesting.

Shifting slowly from foot to foot, Indigo fiddled with the hem of their shirt, going back on what Poppy and Sean had said to them. They had gotten so much and yet so little.

"You've gotten another chance at life."

"Thanks to my old job, I've met hundreds in the same situation as you."
What is going on?

Location: Medical
Interactions: @dreamingflowers , @Daxam
stay a while?

Poppy's words were soothing, and her hand was warm against Indigo's cool skin. The revenant sheepishly met her gaze with their own, nodding slowly at her suggestion, but the last phrase hit them in the chest.

"You got a second life, Indigo."

A second life...

Colour sparked in their eyes. They were given a second chance. Another go at life....only, they couldn't remember their last one. How could they make the most out of a second go-around if they couldn't remember what they did wrong the first time? Frustrated inwardly, Indigo stifled a grimace, turning their face away from the medic as a feign of shyness. Disappointment filled their stomach with ice water.

Poppy's words and reassuring touch lingered in the air that Indigo exhaled slowly. They hadn't realized they'd been holding it in. Though they weren't positive of being completely safe, it was nice to believe the red-haired stranger. She did so much as to make sure they weren't injured, and made them feel welcome to stay.

Corpses never bothered with such niceties. They would just stare blankly through you, up into the sky, at nothing, patiently waiting for your trespassing to cease.

Indigo watched Poppy leave, slowly coming to a stand just as a metallic knock against the privacy screen startled them. Turning alot quicker than they meant to, hints of UV purple blurred their body, abruptly dissipating when they came to a halt. Widened eyes relaxed once they fell upon a familiar face. It was the stranger from outside that visited Poppy. What was his name again?

Indigo mirrored Sean's friendly smile, eyes flicking to the ground sheepishly. "That obvious, is it?" Indigo huffed with a half-chuckle, shrugging their sharp shoulders and stuffing their hands into their pockets. "To be honest, I think I'd like to get familiar with my surroundings before I start trying to dig through my head. I wouldn't mind help with that, if you're up for it." Familiar surroundings meant that Indigo would be able to relax more, and also search for possible routes of escape if things went wrong. While the people they met so far seemed nice, the last time they had met someone alive in this wasteland....

They could never be too careful.

Shuffling the discomfort out of their feet, Indigo gazed down at Sean evenly, shoulders slightly tense as they took a look at the prosthetic. "I hate to be nosy, but...are me? Poppy said something about a...second life, but..." Indigo was trying to choose their words carefully, desperately wanting information but terrified to say anything out of place. They pondered on who was responsible for creating such intricate wirework on this man. It perplexed the nonbinary to the point where their brain could've tied itself in a knot. Despite the desolated state of the world around them, technology was still advancing. From what, Indigo wouldn't be able to say, though they wished they could, and longed for the memories that left wide, yawning gaps in their headspace.

The thought of them having died was having a hard time sinking in. I mean, that explains the waking up in the middle of a street and coughing up gods knew what, but... It just didn't make any sense.


Location: Medical & Outside The Crow's Nest
stranger danger

"Yes, ma'am," Indigo murmured before they had too much time to think about it, coming to stand at their towering height, only to duck back into the observatory obediently.

Padding back to the cot they were assigned, Indigo pulled the privacy screen to the side and stretched their legs out as they took a seat. They gripped the edge of the cot loosely, playing with the fabrics beneath their fingers absently. Something about the way Poppy had reacted to the strange being in the forest piqued Indigo's interest. It was almost as if she had been expecting something like that to happen. Perhaps it was simply the way she handled unknown situations and Indigo had not been privy to her mannerisms.

They puzzled on the fairy while continuing to fidget, beginning to pick at the rough skin at the beds of their fingernails, a habit that had left their nail beds damaged and the skin around their cuticle scarred.

Thoughts started drifting into Indigo's undistracted mind, taking the opportunity to dig claws of doubt into his frontal lobe.

Don't overstay your welcome, who knows if someone's looking for you? What if that person in the forest was watching you and not them? What if you brought danger to your newly found sanctuary? Way to go, you just got here and you're already creating a dangerous environment.... Indigo's intrusive thoughts started to race faster and faster, matching the pace of their restless leg that was bouncing in place with abandon. Their eyes went glassy, the pale greens in their irises fogging over.


Location: Medical & Outside The Crow's Nest
stranger danger

"There isn't. If the bowl is saturated place it outside on the kart. I'll replace it for you. Let me know when you're fully washed and dressed. I'll need to perform a physical exam."

Indigo frowned but nodded obediently; something told the revenant that protesting wouldn't bode well for them.

Towering over the privacy curtain, Indigo sat back down on the cot as to keep their body concealed while they worked at the dirt and blood caked to them like its own layer of skin. The progress was slow, at first, but once the layers of filth became saturated enough, they started falling off in chunks of dark brown and black. It was weird to feel air on their skin, they couldn't remember the last time they felt such a sensation.

Along with the riddance of filth came the uncovering of more potent stenches from Indigo's unwashed frame. They smelled like death had died again and rotted inside itself, and as the stench was taken from their skin into the no longer sterile metal bowl, the odor started wafting through the air, hitting Indigo's nose differently and causing it to scrunch up in disgust. Have I smelled like that this whole time? Thank goodness the water Poppy supplied them with was infused with clean scents to help counteract what was plaguing the air around the taller individual.

Sheepishly, Indigo placed the bowl of what was now black water aside for the medic to replace, and when she did, the revenant took it graciously, repeating the process over and over again until they were ready to take the next step in cleansing themselves: the clothes. Uncomfortable with the situation, Indigo took their time removing the fabrics from their body, cowering behind the privacy curtain while they fumbled with the fresh set of clothes they were given. Grey shirt, black pants. Plain and simple. After the revenant finished cleaning the filth that was hidden beneath their old clothes, they began to dress in the new ones. Indigo appreciated that the pants covered the entirety of their legs instead of stopping at the calves like most tended to do. The shirt was loose and hung onto their bony shoulders like a blanket being hung on a line to dry.

Clean for the first time since they woke up on that decrepit street.

Slowly emerging from behind the privacy screen, Indigo tugged absently at their shirt, bending down to put on their boots once more, this time with clean socks adorning their feet. Their arms, now clean, showed the littering of patchwork tattoos they had brought from their previous life. There were multiple pagan and norse sigils scattered through the wide array of inked imagery that started at their fingers and climbed all the way up to peak over the base of their throat. They stared at them blankly while deft fingers laced their boots up tight around their feet. As soon as they were done with the task, Indigo stood up and took in their surroundings, searching for that mane of fire that had requested giving them a physical exam, only to find her absent. It didn't take long for Indigo to figure out where she'd gone, though, following the sounds of voices with their acute hearing until they were standing on the other side of the broken stained glass window. They watched the strangers interact in silent observation, noticing the body language of the medic and the even newer face paired with Desmond who had gone out to meet up with them.

Awkwardly, Indigo stood on the other side of the broken window, chewing on the inside of their cheek while averting their eyes to literally anything else so as not to continue staring. Their gaze could become quite intense when they spaced off, especially if it just so happened to be upon someone else's face. While attempting to find something else to study, they stared at the treeline they had appeared from, studying the winding branches and billowing leaves and--

Indigo squinted. There was something large in one of the trees, perhaps a bird of prey? No, way too big to be an owl. Thinking quickly, the revenant averted their gaze and pretended to continue to study other parts of the treeline while simultaneously exiting through the door to join the others outside. The lanky individual slowly approached Poppy, crouching down to play the act that they were simply helping the medic pick up glass. Without meeting her eyes, Indigo murmured, "There's something in the treeline that's watching us," and quickly flicked their gaze in the direction of the shape in question, just enough that it would catch Poppy's eyes without making it obvious what Indigo was doing. They continued helping pick up the glass, clumsily cutting themselves on a particularly sharp shard of green in the process. It healed quickly, not even giving the revenant a chance to notice the pain before it had already ceased. After a moment Indigo finally acknowledged the other two that were standing with Poppy, nodding towards them with a sheepish half-smile. Seemed to Indigo that it was a regular occurrence for people to randomly show up to the observatory unannounced. They made no effort to give their name seeing as they had a task in their head that blocked out any semblance of social niceties that needed attending to.


Location: Medical Area
for none to see

Indigo stared down at the sterile bowl of shifting water with a mixed expression.

Moments ago they were trudging through the wastelands that surrounded them, aimless and empty, simply trying to find reasoning to their existence; and now here they sat with the first instance of a safe moment to wash themselves of their grimey layers. I wonder just how far the layers of grime go. You can only scrub so much.

Frowning, Indigo slowly shifted their flickering eyes around their space, picking up cold greys and off whites that reminded them of...something. Of course they couldn't remember what. Their eyes dropped back down to the water so they could scowl at themselves momentarily before continuing. Though most of the colours surrounding them were dull and plain, there were definitely ones that stuck out.

The first one to catch Indigo's attention had been Poppy's hair. It was a brilliant shade of red, vibrant like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose. They swayed to and fro when she moved, trailing behind her like tendrils of fire, threatening to burn Indigo if they stared for too long. The second was the garden that stood adjacent to the revenant, a lush patch of paradise with a wide assortment of things that Indigo wasn't sure even would see each other in the wild. They could rememmber some of the names of the plants; cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, potatoes, but there were alot that only rang bells in their mind and lacked any substance of a name. Perhaps if they asked Poppy, she'd be able to help them fill in the gaps.

They looked back down at themselves, glancing momentarily at the neatly folded stack of clothes placed beside them. It had been given to them by the medic, a replacement for the disgusting fabrics that they wore at the time. They'd have to ask for more privacy if they were to change. Would they have to get rid of their old clothes? Something about it made Indigo uncomfortable. Though they were dubious and crusty, they were one of the few constant things that Indigo had in their journeys across this purgatory of a land. Maybe they would be able to wash them, would that be a weird thing to ask?

So many things were changing at once for them, and the worst part was that it was still uncertain if it would be for the better. These people welcomed Indigo in, though reluctant thanks to the stench, but an act of kindness alone could not be the deciding factor of someone's character, especially a whole group. For all they knew, it could be an elaborate trap to get their guard down. Perhaps these people were like Indigo, forced to consume blood to survive, and Indigo would effectively be a lone sheep for this pack of wolves. They hoped to whatever gods were listening that it wasn't the case, trying to ignore the incessant churning in their stomach--

Indigo jumped at Poppy's voice, their body jerking and causing some of the water to slosh out of the bowl and onto the floor. "Shit, sorry, I can clean that up, um--" Poppy's words registered, and a small blush heated up the apples of their cheeks as they stared forward at the silhouette of the medic behind their sheet. "No, but thank you. I stuck for a second, that's all." Indigo glanced back down at the bowl, grabbing for the rag that rested in it and beginning to soak the filth off of their hands and arms. They were embarrassed to have already been caught off guard so easily, shrinking back into their shoulders. "Is there somewhere a little where I could clean up and change? I'm not really vibing with the idea of being nude around a bunch of strangers with a couple of sheets between us." their tone was honest and blunt, but the genuine notes in their voice sweetened their delivery substantially.

It wasn't just the being out in the open that bothered them, but there were so many new things, Indigo felt a sort of sensory overload begin to take a hold of them. It was hard to keep a clear head when anxiety began to freeze the tips of their ribs to stab into their chest. They needed a moment to take everything in, to really be able to process the fact that they, at the moment, were not starving and wandering empty destroyed streets with nothing but their own thoughts to keep them company.

Up until now, that was all Indigo ever knew.


Location: Outside The Crow's Nest
beating hearts

A few things had happened in quick succession. The last step that Indigo made was right on beat with the siren beginning to sound. It caused them to nearly jump out of their skin, lurching back and grabbing for the hilt of a throwing blade that was hidden in their waistband. Well, if they didn't know I was here before....

There was a muffled K A N G against the door, followed by dampened cursing and a loud
that accompanied the image of a stranger bursting through a stained glass window and hitting the ground.

Indigo's breath caught. They stared at Vincent with a mixture of realization and bewilderment. As the stranger stood up, glass shards embedded in his arms, the other revenant's eyes widened, purple electricity crackling in their pale irises. Maybe it's just...adrenaline... Their expression quickly turned guarded. They had to be careful, they weren't sure who these people were, let alone if they welcomed people like Indigo around them. Their nose scrunched in response to the bath statement, and their mouth opened to speak when the door swung open, exposing a small, strange looking girl to Indigo's view. She looked disappointed, like she was expecting someone else to be at the entrance. A taller man accompanied her before the door was shut quickly, practically in Indigo's face. They frowned, counting the number of individuals that had exposed their appearances. The glass man. An odd girl. A dark haired and light haired man. Another....Indigo's brain stopped in its tracks when their eyes spotted Poppy. The wings that buzzed behind her confirmed what Indigo had been wondering before. They weren't the only one that was strange. It brought them some form of relief, but also more anxiety and confusion. She's different, though, not like what I've become... And then a drone. Indigo took a few feverish steps back, bringing up their hands as a sign that they meant to harm. Something in their head told them that technology like this could be extremely dangerous, and at this point, they hadn't penciled 'Get blown to smithereens by a drone' into their agenda, so they were careful to do as it asked.

"U-um..." their voice was low, sounding somewhat masculine with a slight rasp to its timber. "Indigo. Call me Indigo." They shifted uncomfortably from side to side, slowly lowering their hands to clasp together in front of them "I...I don't have an answer for that second question. The only reason I'm here is because I've been following that--" they gestured behind them, "river for a while, and it led me here. I saw the lights coming from the windows and...I haven't seen electricity since...." Indigo hesitated, then finished, "since I woke up. Listen, I don't mean any harm, I don't want any trouble, I'm just trying to figure out what the hell is going on here, and you lot are the first upright and alive bodies I've seen that aren't those monsters." Continuing to wring their hands together, Indigo avoided each set of eyes, deliberately looking down at the ground. They weren't sure if they were making the right decision.

Maybe they know what's going on...maybe they can help me. Slouching slightly, Indigo let the thoughts race through their head, catching them every so often and then releasing them like thrashing fish back into the raging rapids of his mind.

But what other choice did they have? They wanted desperately to find sanctuary from the hell they had woken up into, and this was the first time they'd seen anything close to it. A reinforced building with alive people inside. "I'm just trying to find answers, and then I can get out of your hair, and you can forget this ever happened. I...I just want to try and make sense of all of this." Indigo grimaced, still staring down at the ground and fidgeting with their fingers. Either they made the right move, or they'd have to take off running shortly. Only time would tell at this point.
Time to check RPG every five minutes for the next 12 hours I guess? Good luck to everyone!

not me literally every single day holy SHIT


Location: All over, & Outside The Crow's Nest
born again

It had been six months since Indigo had woken up in the middle of a crumbling street, their body aching and their head pounding. As soon as their vision cleared, however, the pain was gone, replaced with an irregular-feeling heartbeat and a hunger so intense that they felt their stomach would start digesting itself; they quickly found out how to make that go away as well, however the solution had left a rather bad taste in the revenant's mouth. They'd never forget the faces of the corpses that provided them sustenance.

They had spent most of their time scavenging ruins, coming upon countless bodies along the way, all in different phases of decomposition. Some of them were so shredded that they couldn't even be immediately recognized as bodies, but rather hunks of flesh torn from their origins and strewn unceremoniously about the place. It was a gruesome sight, one that Indigo forced themselves to get used to.
Get used to it, looks like this is the norm, now.

On top of the human corpses were stranger ones, ones that looked...wrong. Amalgamations, humanoid-looking things that had off colours and incorrect anatomy. Something that might've been human at some point, but lost such a role what, Indigo wasn't sure, but they didn't want to find out.

It had only been a few days into their revival that Indigo had killed their first Lost, and the adrenaline it had provided fueled the poor starving body to its next meal. It was a small one, smaller than them, but it had a bite that ripped a nice chunk of flesh from Indigo's arm. With strength that had startled them, Indigo grabbed the small goblin of a creature and smashed its head into the floor until it was no more than a weird, pulpy black substance. The small break that the creature's death had gave Indigo just enough time to see the bite heal good as new, not even a scar left behind.


What was weirder was the fact that the creature had also seemed to begin its own healing process, and Indigo watched in disgusted fascination as its weirdly-shaped head began to stitch itself back together.
I suppose that's my cue to go, then.

The first months of Indigo's new existence was spent in this state of limbo, fighting unkillable monsters, scrounging up blood from corpses, looting deserted buildings, and trying to remember exactly how they got in this situation to begin with. When they realized just how much of their memory was missing, Indigo had a cocktail of mixed emotions inside of them. Part of them wondered if it was for the better, maybe their past was just as gruesome as their present, and who would want to remember that? The other part was mad. How could they just....forget? The longer they dwelled in their head, the more they realized how they seemed to have far fewer memories than gaps in them.

Maybe it's better if I just...don't think about it.


Early morning had snuck up on the insomniac who had been trudging along a river that stretched for-seemingly-ever. Something in the back of their head told them that following rivers was a good navigational tactic, but for what reason, they weren't sure. All they knew was it was a path to take, and anything was better when it didn't have as many hordes of Lost as the cities seemed to. They took a moment to rest, splashing their face with the fresh babbling waves and watching the blood on their face wash back into the waters. They were covered in blood, from head-to-toe. Bathing had been a rare thing to come by, especially in the last two weeks leading up to them finding this river. Even with a water source, Indigo felt way too exposed and vulnerable attempting to clean themselves, so instead, they simply dealt with the stench of old blood and death on them. It was a sour smell that made their eyes water, but it was better than being killed while naked, so at least they had that.

They wouldn't admit it, but Indigo was terrified of what had been happening. Disassociation was one of their strongsuits, but without help from an outside force, one could only step out of reality for so long. Every time they had to look upon the ruined place around them, Indigo felt like they were missing something. A stranger in a world that did not want them. Someone who shouldn't be alive.

Why did I wake up when none of those others did? Of all the countless dead bodies they had come upon, not one was rising from its grave as they had. Indigo couldn't figure it out, and it bothered them severely. Why them? Why was this happening?

After Indigo eventually continued their journey down the riverbank, something started to become visible in the distance. It looked like....well, actually, they weren't sure. The word "observatory" came to mind, but what exactly that was and how they knew what it was evaded them. Perhaps it was a fragment of a missing memory. Indigo scowled inwardly.
I just can't seem to escape every damn reminder that I don't know shit... They continued to study it as they approached, furrowing their brows when the realization hit that there was light coming from some of the visible windows. It had a large metal door that Indigo assumed was the entrance; that paired with the barricades looked mighty unwelcoming to an outsider. They wondered if there were others in there. Until now, Indigo had assumed that the power grid of this place had been completely blown or shut down. The only other time they had seen a lit window was....

Pursing their lips, the tall revenant took note of the appearance of this observatory, how it seemed...taken care of. There wasn't much dilapidation around the entrance, and as they wandered around the back, Indigo began to lean even more into their suspicions that someone lived in there. There was no way a building like this was well-taken care of and lit -- when everything else around it was in shambles -- without someone being in there.

But if someone was in there, what would they do? Would Indigo even want to risk meeting someone who might not take kindly to strangers? They had survived just fine on their own for this long -- 'just fine' was giving them way too much credit -- so why would they risk it?

Their stomach growled.

Indigo frowned and wandered back to the entrance of the observatory. They couldn't seem to make up their mind, pacing back and forth, going through different situations in their head. Perhaps they could just knock? No, what if whoever was in there wasn't looking for visitors? They couldn't just act all neighbourly and expect the same out of someone who had to experience similar horrors that Indigo had.

Perhaps they should just...move on. It wasn't the most interesting option, but it sounded to be the safest one at this point. They took a couple steps back, staring at the observatory with an unreadable expression. Their grey shirt was torn in multiple places, brown with the amount of blood and guts soaking it. The pants they had on were black and did well to hide the filth that crusted them, but not the rips. The individual's hair was a mess of semi-matted curls that had a burst of white-blonde also stained brown with filth. Their face was smeared less with grime thanks to the river water, but the grime sticking to their arms was steadfast. Thankfully, their jacket hid those parts well; It was hard to tell what was ink and what was blood on their arms. Their tall frame slouched slightly, a defeated stance that did nothing to make them look anything less of a looming, blood-stained vagrant.

Slowly, their feet began to take them backwards. Hesitant and full of what-ifs, Indigo couldn't turn fully around to begin exploring somewhere else. There was just something about this building that drew them in, despite its unknown occupants with unknown intentions.

Perhaps it was the idea of possibly finding a sanctuary in the hell they had woken up into.

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