Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190729214318/@comment-26892768-20190824035947

If she's being perfectly honest with herself, she has no right to complain about the afterlife.

She has no needs to be fulfilled, like hunger, thirst, or sleep, anything she wants pops out of thin air, whenever she does'' decide to indulge in something like food or sleep it feels better than anything she experienced when she was living...by all means, this should be paradise. When she has infinite means to entertain herself for the years to come, she should be fine with this. Resting.''

And yet, she doesn't feel satisfied - all because of one thing.

No matter how hard she tries, she can never see what had become of the world she left behind.

She'll never know if anyone stepped up to the task and did what she could not, or the fates of her friends, or how they've grown and change with the world around them...it's like she's just supposed to forget.

She can't. Not when she knows how the world was when she left the mortal coil.

But, as she finishes going through yet another obstacle course - something to keep her occupied in the heavens; it was never the same twice - she sees something.

''It's...some kind of portal. She walks over, examining it from all angles. This doesn't feel like everything else here. It feels ''off. It shouldn't be here at all, but, with no authority to stop it from being here, it seems like it's not going anywhere anytime soon.

''Her hand reaches out to the portal. It feels so tempting, leaving behind this place and leaving her fate to the winds. She knows where this portal goes; there's really no other place it could. She's not sure if she would arrive on the other side as a spirit of some kind, or some horrifying ash-zombie, or somehow come through completely intact, but at the very least, she's fairly certain that if she goes through here, she'll find out what happened to her friends and to her home.''

All she needs to do is...

And out of a portal in Aperture Laboratories, a young woman falls out of a portal, and for the first time in nearly two years, Pyrrha Nikos breathes.

With a rough gasp, she gets up unsteadily, examining herself from every angle she can. She seems like she's dressed in the same outfit she usually wore when she attended Beacon; the same outfit she wore that fateful day when everything fell apart. Everything from her brown and gold shirt, her gold armor leggings and brown boots, her red skirt, and her body seems perfectly fine...yet, something seems off. Her best guess is that perhaps whatever that portal was aged her to how old she would be if she hadn't met her unfortunate end.

She then notices a golden shield and a red and gold sword, and almost as casually as breathing, she holds out her hand and pulls the weapons to her with a black glow. She shifts their weight a little and nods in satisfaction. These are good enough that they can pass as the original, if it weren't for Miló - the sword - being destroyed in battle. Overall, this isn't as bad as it could've been.

So now she decides to look around her environment, and almost immediately notices how she's practically surrounded by robot parts, greyed out lights, twisted metal, and exposed wires being all around her. Where is she; some sort of dump for broken Atlas robots? She then looks up, squinting a bit as she sees the expanse of the walls. Seems like some kind of pit, too. Already her mind's rushing with ways to get up and out of here.

With another look around, Pyrrha then notices that there is, in fact, one robot active at the moment. A waste manager, perhaps? In any case, she hopes whatever AI it has is rudimentary enough to answer her questions.

Walking up to the robot - unbeknownst to her, Friendly Frank - she coughs to draw his attention.