Reincarnation Arc: 3

I hear voice clear as daylight on a summer morning  

“Whoa, Don't go vomiting on me now, I would feel kind of bad if that happed.” It’s the woman from earlier A false concern rings in her voice with a hidden smug mocking littering each word

“ Beside Everyone on this damn train that matters would get pissed at the idea of vomit flying around the cabin.” She jokes

What in the name of god is going on? Where am I? Have I truly died and this soul of mine has physically manifested to be carted off to hell? What do I even do from here? Is there anything I can do here? I have so many questions and none of them are being answered.

“Right.” The woman clapse her hands together, Seeing my befuddled state I hope she takes some pity on me “Let me help you up first.” She extends her hand upon taking it she speaks further “currently we are all inside of a soul-seafarer, a courier vessels of the creator gods to participate in a all-out war. I would say more but if I did, I might get punished.  As for what we are traversing-” she gestures to the outside “welcome to the sea of reincarnation.”

I spit “This mundane bus is supposed to carry all of us over a metaphysical plane of existence, I don’t buy it.” I pause realizing her words a bit further “what do you mean by can’t say more?”

“Funny it looks like a bus to you. For me were in a train with booth seats and refined snacks.” She smirks “As for why I can’t tell you anything answer this question what is humanity’s greatest weapon.”

“What are you talking about?” I exclaim

She continues without a care in the world “ your physical body follows you after death, so does your soul. the soul-seafarer mimics the places you’ve traveled in the most to make sure you don’t unravel into nothing since familiarity is our only form of grounding. when traveling to different planes of existence.”

If your still in denial. she sticks her hand through the wall of the bus I hear a screeching sound akin to a bat being serrated by a chainsaw I cover my ears in disgust before she pulls her arm back her hand spurned into a shimmering rainbow strings.

I stand flabbergasted trying to prove what I’m seeing in front of me, reality crashing down on me all at once. “Why!? How!?”

Her arm reforms right in front of my eyes the bus shakes and I hold on to a seat as tight as I can I hear some of the other cloaked ones snicker-laughing at me

She starts Eying me “It’s easy just stay on the soul-seafarer and it will repair any soul damage done to the body. But enough of that, how did you get here? I'm guessing you pissed someone off Or maybe your parents sold you off.

I sigh “A bit of both a government program that my parents endorsed.” I counter “Better question, how did you get here? Since you seem to know what's going on?”

She responds “I am a witch and I belong to the orselirose family we have a few magical abilities most relating to body transfiguration and elemental control but we aren’t anything worthy of note.”

Question marks pop into my mind but I manage to muster the words “Wait, magic real?”

“You see all this.” she gestures to everything “and you assume that magic isn't real.” She adds

“That's a fair point, I’m sorry I'm just a little disorientated right now.” I rub the bridge of my nose in slight frustration.

“What other people do with the time they have left doesn’t have anything to do with me.” A man with long blue hair wearing the same cloak as the woman. His Amber eyes glare at me with suspicion his toned figure only just visible through his cloak his rough hands griped tight on his sword.

"Kyra, seriously, wasting time on a regular human won’t help you or us."

“My bad, I couldn't help it.” She grins putting her hands up “come on Azul, He's was the only one awake, you know. So I had to roll out the red carpet since the "normals" should have awaken by now and I was getting bored.”

Azul laughs “then lucky us this batch must be especially sorry then.”

“Wait, batch!?” confusion racks me again

Kyra sighs “I'm sorry, you're still lost. Yeah, uh... It's better if you just experience it firsthand. After all, the ride should be.”

I hear an announcement from somewhere on the bus. There's no speakers anywhere. The voice sounds like the sound of sandpaper rubbing against glass it echos inside my mind without reservation.

“All initiates please be seated, we're arriving at selection point.”

And just like that, Kyra forces me to sit down next to her. “It's going to be fun, new guy.  Besides, being my slave isn't too bad. it comes with its perks, of course. Like, free magic training, and a distinct lack of abuse. However, I do expect my clothes to be tidy, at all times and  Same with my hair. Make Sure you take diligent care of me.”

“Who the hell said I was going to be your slave, you goddamn brat!?” I yell who the hell does she think she is getting off to saying that to somebody. The hell is wrong with her.

“Well, you'll find out soon enough, and you'll end up crawling right back to me.” She chimes Just when I'm about to retort, suddenly I feel a wave of energy crash over my body. It causes me to wretch and vomit on the spot, I catch a glimpse of someone in uniform drop on the ground and start vomiting as piss stains starting showing on his pants

Soon everyone in my uniform starts waking up, screaming, the sounds of confusion, and fear mixed with disgust ring throughout the bus some of them even drop out of their seats and start spewing blood landing in a mixture of congealed vomit blood and piss, and laughter echoes from the front. And even some of the other cloaked mages start snicker.

“The fuck was that?” I end up managing to squeak out.

Kyra laughs “Ooh, looks like you're the one who also recovered first. Azul look this one got real talent.”

Azul sighs “Scanning now. But I doubt he has any real magical control right now if he has protentional it wont matter that much since most human follow the same rules as us after all.”

“Whoa, don’t scan without my consent.” I choke still trying to keep my voice together

Azul says “it’s allow within regulations and I’m sorry that I have to do this. But it will help me and kyra stay alive a little longer.” He stares at me for a couple of seconds longer and says  “Thank you. Your durability is your strong suit my advice try to be less thick headed and more open.”

“OK?” I say did he just say my durability Is my strong suit what does he even mean by that and what precisely do I even need to be more open too. 

I hear a crash and the sound of someone rolling smacking against the glass and his starts convulsing on the bus floor splashing vomit from insides as we slowly descend from the sky,

One of the cloaked mages mocks the boy “Holy fucking shit, is he seizing!? Somebody help the poor man!?”

“Better he dies here.” Another cloaked mages laughs

Another one of the cloaked mages pulls the collar of the branded one sitting next to them “number 26, clean the vomit off my boots they must be In proper shape by the time I’m off the bus.” 

I gave special attention to this Mage because I have to punch this one the voice sound effeminate but I can’t tell who they are. Azul sighs “Forget it unless your at the start line your not gonna see through a mage disguise. that’s marigold bowelcleaver were lucky were not her radar is all I have to say.”

“That a custom name?” I cough

“No the bowelcleavers are a dangerous magic family, most witches and warlocks with half a brain stay away.” Azul says

She pays the chatter no mind and focuses on the branded “number 26 I see your hesitating I will make you relive the last 256 different reincarnations your soul has gone through once we’re off the carriage if you don’t find the willpower to clean my boots.”

The branded gets down and starts wiping the boots with their hands and the only response they gets in return is “if my boots are not thoroughly clean with your hand rubbing, please lick it all off.”

I stare aghast what did she just ask that man to do? This is Infuriating my teeth clenched. what am I suppose to do stand by and watch this abuse? my stomach churning with rage I feel my feet lift me up. but kyra sits me back down “Forget about that loser and you still didn’t answer my question from earlier what is humanity's greatest weapon.”