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[lebaron_depinay]

I suppose the first thing I should really do is ask just precisely where I am. It's obviously not Paris, at least. Paris is a lot less.... old-fashioned. I don't understand how some of these things work, they must be ancient. Chateau-Renaud would love it, I can tell already

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[sciencedaughter]

Except this is not the afterlife as humans know it.

[lebaron_depinay]

Not the-- Just ARE you talking about? Of course we wouldn't know what the afterlife is like, people can't die and then come back to life!

[sciencedaughter]

You did not arrive here because you are dead.

This is The City, a dimension apart from all others.

[lebaron_depinay]

A-- surely you jest, mademoiselle. I'm not so foolish as Albert to believe such a thing. If not because I'm dead, then what would be the purpose of my being here at all?

[freakyfanboy]

This isn't exactly the afterlife, but a lot of people do come here after dying.

This is a place called 'the City'. I'd get used to being here, because you're not going to be able to leave, unless you pass on to the true afterlife.

I could explain everything to you, but there's already a well-written guide that explains the situation well.

[lebaron_depinay]

The City, hm? Rather plain name, I should think. Any idea of when I might 'pass on'? Perhaps I can still help that idiot, even like this..

That was... frighteningly helpful, if not making this place seem even more unreal than it already did.

[freakyfanboy]

There's no way to know. Some people are only here for a few days. Others have been here over a year. Some even leave and come back.

I know it all seems very bizarre. But...after a while you'll get to where it will seem a little more ordinary. Not exactly 'normal', however.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Autor.

[lebaron_depinay]

..that's a disenchanting thought. So then I've no way of knowing when I'll be gone from here. I must see what I can do, then, in the time I have.

Ordinary? If I'm here for that long, then I suppose there's really nothing else I can do about it.

Franz d'Epinay, of the barony of Paris, France. Thank you for your help, Autor.

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[harpingly]

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[harpingly]

Y-you...You're alive!

[lebaron_depinay]

..! It's you! If that thrice-damned Count is with you--

[harpingly]

No...The Count isn't here. In fact...you are the only one I've seen here so far of people from back home.

[so_very_greedy]

Afraid this ain't quite the afterlife.

What's a pear-y?

[lebaron_depinay]

So I've heard, and frankly, it's not such a displeasing thought.

Paris? You can't honestly be telling me you've not heard of it?

[so_very_greedy]

That beautiful Haydee chick said she was from there. I think that's pretty much just for your planet. My world ain't like yours.

[lebaron_depinay]

She may be beautiful, but her accursed Count ruined mine and my friends' lives.

Paris is a beautiful city, run by lies and corruption, that was destroyed by her Count.