A Strange Afterlife

[ginger_firebird]

 It had to be impossible. He could feel his skin. A pulse beat under his neck. He stood in front of a store window and regarded his reflection in the glass. Same black leather outfit. Same brown trench-coat. The fabric weight down on him and he rubbed his arms as he tried to figure out what was going on. A wandering spirit had doors to enter and exit when it came to the world of the living, but he'd never achieved something like this. It was alien and wrong and he had no idea where anyone was.

Mantis sighed, marveling quietly at the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing. It didn't matter. He'd keep moving and hope for the best. If this was some punishment for a misstep, he knew exactly who to take it up with.

"Sorrow!" Even his voice carried an echo. Mantis pointed himself into a new direction and began to walk. "What did I do this time, old man?"

Comments

[silverseamariner]

"So magic exists in your world? I know there's magic here in the Nexus - so you probably wouldn't be the only witch."

skekSa considers Mantis's definition of an alien. "By that yardstick, there are also humans who are aliens. I've bumped into a fair few of those."

[ginger_firebird]

"There may well be. We just never thought to call it such. It sounds much more interesting to call my powers magic."

"Humans that are also aliens?" He does a small shift to float more on his side facing skekSa. "I had gotten some impression that there are different Earths or other planets entirely."