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Name: Evans Day
Age: 38
Species: Human Mortal
COD: Murder by the Human Michel Dune with a gun while protecting Humans Sasha and Lilly Crowe.
Karma: N/A (*Must see management for details.)
Sin: N/A (*Must see management for details.)
LAD: Can not be decided at this moment, see manager for details.
Green eyes stared incredulously at the sheet of paper in front of them as it floated in one spot, moving slightly up and down on it’s own much like a lure would.
What in the hell?
“Sarah Anderson, Robert Heart, Isaiah Roads! Please come to the Judging Chamber so that you can be placed for your LAD!” Was said by a very cheery voice, snapping the brunet’s eyes away from the sheet so that he could look around at where he was at.
It honestly reminded him of a museum and a cemetery all in one; it had both the old feeling to it, but had all the professionalism and cleanness of a history, but the somber and creepy mood of the grave. Evans could see people of all genders, races, and ages in the room, from crying kids to the screaming adults.
It made the room quiet noisy, making the man wonder just how he missed this before.
Ignoring the other adults for now, the bright green eyed 38 year old went around to gather up all the children he could find, leaving the ones who had their parents with them alone.
When he had gathered up a nice little group of sobbing, hiccupping messes, that was when the man decided it was time to try and bring a little cheer.
“Hey brats, I’m Evans Day and I’m going to get eggs.” Evan said simply, almost smacking himself when he realized that the kids might not get what he’s doing.
Luckily a few did.
Perking up even as they sniffled, a little girl with red hair done up in pig-tails rubbed her eyes and continued, “I-I’m Hope-hic- and I’ll get the hot sauce.” she managed, even smiling a little as she did.
A little boy blinked, his blond curls moving every which way as he seemed to brighten up, “I’m Britan and I’m going to bring biscuits!”
And thus started an interesting game of ‘Picnic’ which seemed to draw attention of nearly everyone, a few parents and their children even joining in.
After picnic was Simon Says, the Quiet Game, and even an interesting bout of Red Light, Green Light that ended up with someone knocking down a pedestal with nothing on it. Even if there were still plenty unhappy people all around, they had all quieted down to watch as the children had fun,,no longer a tear in sight for them as they had a nice distraction and the sheets of paper floating above their heads.
“Evans Day, please come to LAD Management offices. I repeat, Evans Day please come to LAD Management offices.” was suddenly announced by the same voice from earlier, making everyone tense and startle a bit.
Looking over to one of the obvious parents, a gave one of my crooked, tired smiles. “Have good luck looking after all the brats.” I wished her, the woman giving back a shaky smile of her own.
“Thank you.” and with that, I followed the sheet of paper that had already started on it’s own way, easily keeping up with it as it led me down a never seemingly ending hallway.
Huh, looks like Beetlejuice had gotten that right; hopefully though I won’t become a lost soul.
Finally after endless hallways, I found a door where the paper stopped leading me and had in fact slipped through underneath it. Looking at it, I couldn’t but blink a bit at it before I could literally feel my eyes get wider as I bit my lip.
Life After Death Management Offices, I.M. Dead and Buried.
Well, nothing like the writing on the plaque to slam you into reality.
Evans knew he would probably die young, being an underground doctor guaranteed that. Still didn’t mean he was fully ready to face that, as he did enjoy living and thriving.
Time to face the music it seems.
Opening the door, the formerly alive man instead met with a yell.
“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO?! THIS IS YOUR JURISDICTION YOU BASTARD SONS OF A TWO DIME WHORE! DON’T THINK I WON’T GO TO THE FUCKING REAPER ABOUT THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOUR SHIT TOGETHER ALREADY YOU DAMN SON OF A RABID IRS AGENT! YOUR MOTHERS SHOULD HAVE SWALLOWED WHEN THEY HAD THE CHANCE.” was nearly screeched as the rage went higher and higher, Evans nearly feeling a breeze as he did.
Poking his head in cautiously, the brunet doctor was able to catch a rather strangely cloaked being slam a tablet of some kind of rock on their desk, the mention furniture trembling slightly as it did, though not as much as the being did, as their hand seemed to meet face with a rather loud slap.
Maybe he should wait outside a little longer? At least until the other has calmed down…And stops giving out the aura of utter doom and gloom.
“You might as well come in now; any longer and I might just go off on everyone in the building and we really don’t need that.” was said in such an utterly calm way that the doctor probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it if the fine trembling wasn’t giving the other away.
“...Gotcha.” Evans managed, walking slowly, yet with his hands to his sides calmly even as he had then palm out.
“Oh, no need to worry, I’m not angry at you.” the cloaked being waved away, making the human in the room relax greatly at that. “Your case may be a bit different, but it should have been easily handled by the right department in the first place.” was finally sighed as the trembling subsided as the other slumped.
“... My case?”
“Yes, I’m sure you noticed the paper with you?” the cloaked being waved to the sheet that was once again floating by me. Seeing me nod, he then went on to continue.
“Now, the problem here is your Karma and Sin; Karma being how much good you have done and Sin being the bad. What is suppose to happen is that determining on how much good or bad things you have done, you either get to go to Paradise or Hell. Though there have been cases where due to the fact that one would go one way or the other by a small margin we have them reincarnated to see if they truly deserve their reward or punishment.”
“... And I’m guessing I barely made the margin?” the young man wasn’t going to be kidding himself; he had been an underground doctor, a criminal who treated criminals and punks. He might have a weakness for kids, but that didn’t cover for all the shit he’s done and how many he’s killed.
“It’s a bit more complicated than that; the girl you saved, a Lilly Crowe, is going to be the one who not only discovers the way to cure AIDs, but even help lessen world hunger by a rather large margin. Due to you saving her at the one moment in her early years where it was possible for her to die, you have managed to ensure she will save millions of lives.” The being said, making the criminal doctor’s head spin.
Because what, just what? Really?
“Excuse me, I don’t think I’m thinking too clearly, but did my saving a little brat’s life get me a trip to limbo or something?”
“Or something. And while yes, humans do find it hard to focus here, that shouldn’t impair you too badly. The problem here is that your Karma and Sin have been equally balanced due to the event, which has not happen in quite a bit of time. Hence why the Halls of Judgement are behaving like bigger idiots than usual.” the other growled, Evans literally feeling the glare.
Good thing he wasn’t working there, he doesn’t think he wants to get on this guy’s bad side.
“What this basically means is that you will be reincarnated, but will be highly more different than normal.” was said simply, making Evans narrow his eyes slightly.
“You’ll be testing me somehow, aren’t you?”
“Indeed. Now just to get this out of the way, if there was anything you could be, anything at all, what would it be?” eyeing the shrouded figure carefully, even if he couldn’t really make out anything about them (having no tells really bites, especially since he can’t seem to get any details at all), Evans considers the question for a bit.
Unbidden, he thinks back to his childhood and how he basically lived in the library. How he devoured both books and movies there as there wasn’t anything for him at home, with how crowded and poor they had been back then.
How one of his most childish fantasies came about from that world that inspired imagination and dreams.
“...Master Alchemist Ninja-” Evans mummered, before cutting himself off with a slight blush. While Master Alchemist Ninja Wizard King Evans had sounded cool when he had been seven, at 38 was a bit embarrassing.
“Interesting, you should have quite the adventure ahead of you, future Master Alchemist Ninja.” was all that was said, making Evans blink and sit up rather abruptly.
“What do you-” was all that he could get out before his world went black, green letters suddenly replacing everything around him.
Let the game begin!
START.
In the Kingdom of Fire an orphan was soon to be born of a dying mother, who had only enough time left to name him.
“Ikehara… Kei...suke...”
As the woman had not the time to dictate what kanji to use, one woman had decided Ikehara would be written with ‘plain pond’ while Keisuke would be done with ‘clear blessing’. After that, the child was treated much like the other children in the overcrowded home, given only the barest amounts of attention to take care of the necessities.
When the babe had been but a year old, an aging man had come from the north, dressed conservatively and had ninja as his guard. The man had visited all the orphanages the village had, considering each and every child before shaking his head and moving on.
Until he got to a green haired, brown eyed toddler, who seemed rather frustrated by the blocks they were playing with.
“This child will be my apprentice.” was what the man had finally announced, an interest that had gone dim for so long brightening up as the child stared up at him.
This is the start of Ikehara Keisuke, the boy who was once Evans Day, and the journey of his second chance.
Best of luck with him, wherever he might go.