Roleplay as anyone from anything!! (Reboot)

(Hi, so I was busy for a while and couldn't really get my character up, can I still do this? I don't have to join in right away if it doesn't work for the story but I hope I can still do this!)

(Like my character could appear just like. Investigating what's going on pretty easily based on the current situation but like idk whatever you guys want.)

(Sorry I responded so late but hey I'm here now! Anyways I'll post a thing one sec.)

A loud rumbling shook the water, a large shadow being cast over from the foreign object hitting the ground and settling. It cast over the entire beach, looming like it meant no good. It didn't mean any good, in fact.

A man, pale and goth with badly dyed black hair looked up from his kayak and groaned. He had strange burn scars all over except around the tattoos of small eyes over his joints and heart, and the didn't go up to his neck or head either, striking features that tended to make people ask more questions than was comfortable in most circumstances.

"Is the afterlife seriously going to shit too? I just got here!" he complained, nevertheless paddling back to shore.

He trudged up the hill, pulling the heavy leather jacket closer around his shoulders. The world felt cold, and he was shocked to find there were people already there, as well as a pink something or someone apparently laughing maniacally, shouting about something he couldn't quite make out. The being quickly turned from manic to enraged, and he heard something about…

Waiting, someone leaving, nothing he could clearly discern.

"Hey! What the hell's going on over here?" he shouted, calm but confused to the onlookers.

(Hope this is okay. You'll find out who this mad lad is in a minute, don't worry.)

(I am sorry, normally I'd have inspiration but right now I am lacking. Sorry again, I just don't know what to post.)

The man grumbled to himself and let out a few unfortunately worded phrases more colorful than a Jackson Pollock painting.

"Why do you have to swoop in and ruin other people's not-super-terrible days, man?" he hiked up to meet the pink… whatever. It could be one of the Distortion's, although he wasn't sure Entities existed in the afterlife.

"Anyways, what's your deal? Who even are you? I am like, so confused right now." he said.

"I've already done enough dying, thanks." he said, bored. It was certainly a weird, fizzly sensation with the scythe… thing, so close to him, but he'd experienced far worse. Chalk that up to Gertie, he supposed. She'd likely end him if she knew he'd called her that, but she wasn't here and he wasn't so preoccupied with death like he'd been when he was quite a bit younger.

"Seriously though, who in the fuck are you? And why are you so hell bent on destroying things? I honestly want to know, most people I met who tried to destroy things were cultists and monstrous pigs with an appetite for innocent clowns. Not like the- I'm sorry, you don't need to know that. Can I at least get a name before you burn the world down?" he asked, a little dazed and unsure how to handle the situation.

(My lad's just like: screw it, I'm just gonna let this pink lady do her thing. I don't really care. I'm just gonna vibe over here and hope she either calms down or goes to therapy.)

"R-rejuvenator? A weapon? Rejuvenating things?" he snorted. Rejuvenation, from a sharp pokey scythe. Now that was trying too hard.

"Anyways, I'm Gerard. Keay. Not that Way guy, the music one? Yeah. Gerard Keay. Nice to meet you, Spinel." he said flatly. Great, no escape, and just when the thought the situation wouldn't get worse.

Gem? "What are you even doing here, anyways." he asked, squirming a little in her grasp.

Gerry scoffed. "That's ridiculous. I mean, it's sooo unmotivated. Who tries to destroy the earth anymore?" he was really only pushing her to get more information, but wondered if there was entirely a point in reasoning with her. Plus, he could swear he'd cracked a rib with how tight Spinel had been squeezing him. "Who hurt you? What happened that made you act all genocidal? People have lives that matter, you know."

"Guh! Okay, having trouble breathing, I get it now!" he strained. Honestly, he was turning into this Lady's therapist at this point. She definitely wasn't done kind of monster, she was on the high end of the sentience line and seemed relatively pissed off compared to… whatever, so dealing with whatever this was would become… difficult.

"Hmm… Who's Pink? It seems she's more the one who ruined your life, not… here. Tell ya what, if you let me go I can find someplace for us to eat, maybe, and just talk it out." he did genuinely want to de-escalate, and plus, if it was a public place it was 50/50 on whether or not people would try to run or help out. So that was good.

"I mean, you're kinda cute. Like a puppy. If you look past the murdering thing, I guess. But no, I am 98% certain you're fully sentient, and thus not a toy." he shrugged, glad she'd loosened up a little. "Are you sure I can't convince you to talk this out with me? It seems your problems are with this 'Pink Diamond', not with Earth."

"Well I mean, your nose is very… boopable. And I've met plenty of cute monsters! Like the one guy at my friend's-well, I say friend-workplace who got eaten by an evil door. He was kind of cute too. Had a weird laugh, but still."

"And if she's dead, are you sure the revenge thing is still worth it? I mean, you could kill her son, sure, nothing against that really, probably a stuck-up asshole, but why the rest of the world? I mean, one person can carry a lot more weight than a planet, in my opinion. S'personal." he shrugged as best he could in her grip, acting as passively as he could to seem less threatening because that would honestly make his situation way worse than what it already was.