[Kazuo is studying his hands closely, head tilted like he's meaning to be curious but failing.]

I am alive.

[He looks at the screen.]

Perhaps a curse that makes the heart beat when it should not.

Some are welcoming the return of pulse and warmth from within. For others; probably feels like a big step backwards.

For the latter, some words of comfort while you wait for midnight:

The Church (of my world and probably several others) would not be happy over their precious 'zombie' having to share the spotlight today. Rabbits and colored eggs they can wave away. Sudden mass resurrection? Imagine an outcry against heathenism quickly followed by sanctioned massacre.

Here, the Church wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it. Picture them reduced to acting out like a spoiled two year old; down on the ground in the grips of full blown tantrum. Create further humiliation for them if you wish - such as being pelted with jelly beans from a shopping mall Bunny.

Happy Easter.

Do dead men dream?

What do you dream about?

What would the dead have to dream about? What would they have to think about? Today they came back from the dead. Do the walking dead have a pulse? Vampires?

Bloodsuckers?

Does breathing hurt after you haven't done it?

[A pause.]

Happy Easter.

People who weren't before are alive today, it's Easter, and it's my birthday.

Who wants to go celebrate?

[ A long pause. ] Or, if you're not happy about the breathing thing, you could just come get drunk.

[The feed snaps on to a side chapel in the Cathedral, all flickering votives and shadows. Long rays slant through the rosewindow, setting its multicolored patterns aglow. Karl leans sullenly against a wall, arms crossed. The light dyes his skin to stained-glass shades of blue, purple and red.]

I almost pity humans. Everything's over for them, before it even begins. Sleeping. Eating. Sex. All of their living cells, ever-racing toward destruction. Their senses, no better than a deaf-blind-mute's.

[His voice drops scathingly. Only the acoustics of the chapel allow him to be heard.]

This morning, I couldn't stomach my drink of blood. I took a long walk: my feet ached. I read a book: my eyes grew bleary. I cut myself with a knife: the wound refused to heal. It's absolutely pathetic. But something's far stranger...  

[His eyes narrow.]  

I have a pulse. I always did, even when I became a Chevalier. But when I arrived in this City, I didn't. It was something I put out of my mind. I couldn't face the implications. But now...  [An exhale.]  That night, I did die. I've been dead all this time. And by turning me into this--this pitiful human--the City's resolved to enlighten me.

[He glowers.]

Brevity is the soul of wit, Deities. For your sake, this curse better not last past midnight.

....

I haven't slept for decades. I won't start now.


[OOC: So very cursed as a human. And SO not liking it. He's also been struck with the realization that he was City!Dead upon arrival.]

[Lucy is sitting in Xanadu wearing a spaghetti strap sundress and a pair of sandals. She's got an over sized pair of sunglasses on and a smile that could put out the sun.]

I know this is a curse and I don't care. I'm going to enjoy it. I haven't exactly planned the day out yet, but I'm thinking something that makes my heart rate shoot up without dying.

It seems, if not sacrilege, a very poor joke. Somehow.

[ooc: Says the angel with reason to believe he'll die very soon after getting back to his own world.]