A soldier only known to us as the 'lance corporal' died in urban combat in his world, but was surprised to awaken after death to an entity known as a dimensional observer. The observer recruits him to become a 'proxy' which interferes in dimensions...
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The lance corporal feels a wave of warmth wash over him and is met with the sight of pure light increasing in intensity, before snapping into pure darkness. The lance corporal, wondering if this was it, continues to lie down and wait for the afterlife people always talked about or whatever else was in store for him. It seemed strange however, he still felt awake but the weirdest thing was the absence of pain from any injury he sustained in the past while in service and even itchy scars formed earlier in his life.
To his surprise, the darkness clouding his vision disperses to reveal a warm grey vastness. He looks around the vast emptiness, then looks down at his hands to reveal he is still in his gear although it seems new and without the blood that had stained it prior to his... death?
Did he really die? The lance corporal stands up feeling light, noticing that despite wearing his combat gear there is a distinct lack of weapons on him. "Did I displace all my equipment?" the lance corporals question only being heard by the vast grey...
Or so he thought until a voice replied from behind "can you hear me?" The lance corporal instinctively reaches for where his side arm should be and turns to point nothing at, nothing?
"A deity or am I schizophrenic," the corporal jokes.
"Not really and no," the calming voice laughs. The corporal oddly felt more at ease at the fact that, whatever he was talking to had some sense of humour oddly enough. "I need some time to prepare, please wait."
The lance corporal waits patiently, having nothing better to do of course. As he waits, he passes the time by humming, tapping his foot and pacing forwards and backwards in the vast nothing. The calmness of the empty vastness is soon interrupted as mangled groups of particles attempt to form a humanoid shape before him like a fantasy slime trying to squeeze themselves into a shirt. The lance corporal comes to the conclusion that he is either indeed dead or having some kind of drug induced coma dream, on some hospital bed from the amusing sight of an unfamiliar entity by the laws of reality, struggling to imitate a humanoid form.
"How about you make yourself comfortable,'' the blob of dark blue colour points with a stub protruding from itself, behind the still masked soldier. He turns to see a door on a wall seemingly placed there that seems familiar, but it doesn't seem to click in his mind just yet as for why. The lance corporal, with nowhere else to go in the fields and skies of warm grey, decides that a change of scenery is probably for the best and if it leads to some kind of hellscape then at least he wouldn't be bored.
He steps through the door and is greeted by a room arranged like a recruitment office for the military similar to when he first joined, familiar objects such as steel rubber cushioned folding chairs, filing cabinets, even the recruiters table with some pens placed on it and an interesting wall clock that isn't moving at the moment, but he notices there is a lack of military standard flags or nation flags on the wall behind.
To some people this is probably a type of hell and a boring one at that, so the lance corporal decides to make himself comfortable and sit on the recruiters chair picking up a pen and proceeding to do some pen spinning tricks. The door to the room swooshes open with a seemingly college aged range, snow white haired woman, dressed in a black skirt, white button shirt and office lady uniform, clumsily stagger in, holding a file.
