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A Rockin SN has entered the room.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: Anyone mind a Zea Lesson?, Or are we feeling more spirited today?
AngryMechaFan has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: *pun-smacks Charles*
PapatymisonN: *smacked*
PapatymisonN: Ow.
GC130A: Hn.
PapatymisonN: ... actually, I rescind that. It needs a small cast.
PapatymisonN: ... 2ndgen?
Lithaladhwen: See... the joke is, for those of you who don't know Zea, is that she sees dead people. And they see her.
PapatymisonN: Actually, yes. My vote is for normal 2ndgen. I needs the Kae action...
Lithaladhwen: I care not. I have things to do in first gen, but I'm not too worried about taking care of them.
PapatymisonN: Well, whatever the people want.
Lithaladhwen: This means one of them has to be decisive.
Lithaladhwen: *sits back and waits for the rivers of blood*
GC130A: Second gen sounds fine! It gives me, for instance, a very good reason to lurk. :D
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: Then I don't approve.
AngryMechaFan: Eh, might as well use Fal.
PapatymisonN: Just play old Winfred or something, man...
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GC130A: Maybe! We'll see.
PapatymisonN: Also: Lex is on the way. She's just finishing watching her movie.
A Rockin SN: What setting?
A Rockin SN: 2nd?
PapatymisonN: Yes.
AngryMechaFan: Hai
A Rockin SN: Yanna whee
AngryMechaFan: Going for Fal here.
PapatymisonN: Kae for me.
PapatymisonN: Actually, no. I need someone else.
PapatymisonN: Bully for Bulworth! ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Second?
Lithaladhwen: Charles, are you doing a thing, or is it free game?
PapatymisonN: Free game.
Lithaladhwen: Hideki then.
OMG Priam: Thing?
PapatymisonN: A Zea Lesson.
Lithaladhwen: Hideki Shigetomi.
Lithaladhwen: Thus he is linked in the chat.
PapatymisonN: When Lex arrives, we should begin.
PapatymisonN: Unless I get myriad votes for things starting now.
Lithaladhwen: That's okay.
Lithaladhwen: I can hang for a while.
PapatymisonN: Cool.
Lithaladhwen: Poor Hideki doesn't get played enough. I get caught up in all of Zea's flashy weirdness.
PapatymisonN: And I haven't played ol' Bulworth since that aborted board RP.
AngryMechaFan: Fal's my only 2nd gen character, so...^^;
PapatymisonN: Doug needs to have a griffodragon Mazuo.
AngryMechaFan: Err, no. They use protection.
PapatymisonN: Cowards.
PapatymisonN: Let me guess... sheep bladders?
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: Shadow magic.
AngryMechaFan: By now, magical contraception
Lithaladhwen: It's what Zea uses.
PapatymisonN: I like sheep bladders better.
Lithaladhwen: Well, that blacklists you, then.
PapatymisonN: Hey, don't blame me. It's what they ACTUALLY USED back in the day.
Lithaladhwen: I know.
Lithaladhwen: The Egyptians used to use alligator dung as spermicide.
AngryMechaFan: Though the negative energy in a Mindblast spell would likely be enough to "abort".
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: Zea just keeps herself faintly magically-toxic to, like, everything.
Lithaladhwen: Mainly babies.
PapatymisonN: Hey Lex.
LovelyJester: Word.
PapatymisonN: It shall be 2ndgen!
PapatymisonN: I am playing Bulworth! ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Zea: *zaps herself* Take that you fucking zygote.
Lithaladhwen: *ahem*
Lithaladhwen: Though Zea hasn't seen Bulworth in a while. Damn. What to do.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, screw it. I'm not in a Hideki mood anyway. Poor kid.
LovelyJester: o.o They changed the nickels!
PapatymisonN: Indeed.
LovelyJester: SNEAKY BASTARDS!
Lithaladhwen: Changed my mind: Zea.
PapatymisonN: <rp!>
PapatymisonN: *Welcome to the Black Fox Bar and Inn!*
PapatymisonN: *it's a fairly quiet bar.*
PapatymisonN: *Not quiet, lack of business. Quiet, lack of craziness*
PapatymisonN: *Feel free to change that!*
PapatymisonN: *a giant minotaur is sitting at the bar, drinking a beer the size of your head*
AngryMechaFan: *however, Fal appears to only be contributing to the quiet, as she sits there, sipping water*
PapatymisonN: *humming a tune...* hmm hmm hmm... Oh wouldn't it be adequate...
Lithaladhwen: *A blue-haired young woman enters and orders a coffee, quickly camping out at the bar*
PapatymisonN: o.o Zea!
Lithaladhwen: *nurses that coffee, apparently on a mission to get that caffeine goin' on*
Lithaladhwen: Hm? Bulworth, hey.
PapatymisonN: *goes and sits next to her*
PapatymisonN: Haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?
PapatymisonN: (Oh. Something funny, Ashley.)
PapatymisonN: (One more virgin in your midst.)
Lithaladhwen: (No.)
AngryMechaFan: *for those who do not know what Fal looks like, she is a girl of below-average height, clad in a heavy cloak over soft leather and black cloth. She has white hair, and unusual red eyes.*
LovelyJester: *In steps a fellow of a dark skinned dreadlocked nature. Seemingly only wearing a pair of linen pants, a rope belt, sandals, glasses and a cheerful fangfilled smile*
PapatymisonN: (He's a minotaur. Who's going to do that what ain't a freak?)
Lithaladhwen: I'm all right. *sips coffee* Got a new job.
PapatymisonN: Oh? Doin' what?
Lithaladhwen: Helping dead people pass on. It's a pretty good arrangement. I'm liking it a lot.
Lithaladhwen: You?
LovelyJester: *The man must have internal batteries of an excellent sort, because he almost radiates with energy.....or enthusiasm, and he plops himself at the bar*
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: Uh... blacksmith apprentice... *a bit stunned*
AngryMechaFan: *sips more of her water, watching everyone else at the bar from her table*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah? How's that going?
PapatymisonN: ... good... made 3 swords in one day... that's a record for the shop... *still stunned*
Lithaladhwen: Damn. Good deal. I wish I knew that's what you were doing. I'd have brought my axe to you.
Lithaladhwen: Had it reforged.
A Rockin SN: (LOOOCATION?)
PapatymisonN: (Doman inn called the Black Fox.)
A Rockin SN: *and a certain cloaked 4'9" elfy-looking woman walks in.*
A Rockin SN: (Do I need to desc Yanna for you? :o)
Lithaladhwen: (Please.)
PapatymisonN: Oh? Just had it reinforced?
Lithaladhwen: Nope. Totally melted down and remade. I had it made into a scythe.
PapatymisonN: ... for your work?
A Rockin SN: *she's pale as a ghost, bright green eyes, black hair thrown back, with two barrel curls on the side. Thinnish face, long neck, the rest is hidden beneath the cloak. Oh, and a 3' double-blunt sided warhammer*
LovelyJester: *Yawns widely, showing off his mothers genetics, some nice pointy fangs*
Lithaladhwen: I could have used it as an axe, but I like this better, honestly. I only carried the axe for the nostalgia of it. Had it for a while.
Lithaladhwen: (Zea: *knows damned well Yanna isn't a ghost, and up until recently carried a large axe as a weapon.*)
PapatymisonN: *has his giant hammer at his side, by the way*
PapatymisonN: ... >.< So, you're... a reaper?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Well, nearly. I'm still figuring things out.
PapatymisonN: That's... amazing! How did you manage that?
Lithaladhwen: I've... this is really weird to talk about. Um. I've always wanted to, and several months ago I was approached about it.
PapatymisonN: ... who approaches you about something like THAT? o.o
PapatymisonN: Is there a... head reaper or something?
Lithaladhwen: *swallows* Well, it's. Sure. Yes. There is. Obviously.
AngryMechaFan: *as a worker passes by, she ends up being stopped by Fal...as the girl matter-of-factly states her request:* I desire to consume the veal special as soon as it can be prepared.
Lithaladhwen: *peeks over her shoulder* I'd know those overly verbose sentences anywhere.
Lithaladhwen: Fal! Hi. *waves*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Suuuubject change. Yes. Let's do that.
AngryMechaFan: *nods to Zea*
PapatymisonN: Friend of yours, Zea?
Lithaladhwen: Oh. Sorry. Bulworth, this is Fal. Fal, Bulworth.
PapatymisonN: Hi. *offers a hand of shaking*
AngryMechaFan: *simply nods toward and then stares at Bulworth* Interesting. I did not know that such beings existed here.
PapatymisonN: I'm... here by accident. *retracts his hand*
Lithaladhwen: So. Fal. How've you been? Anything crazy-interesting?
A Rockin SN: (Ghosts don't have black hair either)
A Rockin SN: *walks in and sits down, sighing*
AngryMechaFan: I have been in above-average condition over the time, however, nothing particularly unusual has occurred within this aforementioned period.
Lithaladhwen: (Dan: Yes they do. If they want.)
Lithaladhwen: *slightly teasing* Fal. I'm but a humble necromancer. There were a lot of long words in that sentence. You mean to say you've been all right?
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: But nothing too exciting?
AngryMechaFan: That would be correct
Lithaladhwen: Good deal.
PapatymisonN: (2ndgen bar CI.)
A Rockin SN: *ears twitch* Bloody necromancers...
Lithaladhwen: *looks over her shoulder* Problem?
Lithaladhwen: Miss?
PapatymisonN: (I'm Bulworth. And there is Zea, Fal and Yanna.)
LovelyJester: (And Ak'Zhul.)
PapatymisonN: (And Ak'Zhul. Someone needs to interact with him.)
Lithaladhwen: Because I'm very tired, and very cranky. I don't need to justify my work to strangers. Am I going to have to try?
PapatymisonN: ... *puts his weapon in his lap*
Lithaladhwen: Don't worry about it, Bulworth. If all she can do is eavesdrop, I'm really not worried. What's she going to do, kill me?
A Rockin SN: *looks to her back*
A Rockin SN: Are you trying to pick a fight?
Lithaladhwen: Are you?
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
AngryMechaFan: I do not see what is particularly wrong with necromancers.
A Rockin SN: Nothing wrong with ripping apart people's corpses and souls...
Lithaladhwen: Hey now.
Lithaladhwen: I take offense at that.
Besyanteo has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: I just nearly died helping hundreds of ghosts find rest. What have you done for people's souls lately?
AngryMechaFan: T2Yanna: As there is likewise nothing wrong with the power I exert over the minds of other sentient and nonsentient creatures.
A Rockin SN: A necromancer helping ghosts find rest?
Lithaladhwen: Why not?
Lithaladhwen: You ever listen to them?
A Rockin SN: Of course I do!
A Rockin SN: *glares at Fal*
A Rockin SN: Stay out of my head.
Lithaladhwen: If you were a half-decent sentient creature, you'd do something about it, too. Maybe you aren't, but this necromancer likes to try and do better.
AngryMechaFan: T2Yanna: I do not see why I have to, or must.
A Rockin SN: EXCUSE ME, miss. As a cleric, it is my SWORN duty to clean up the mess your kind cooks up.
Lithaladhwen: Cleric of whom?
A Rockin SN: (Who's the Life goddess again?)
PapatymisonN: (Ashura.)
A Rockin SN: Ashura.
PapatymisonN: (You're lucky. You're talking to her creator.)
A Rockin SN: (Thank you Cha. =D)
AngryMechaFan: T2Yanna: I advise you cease all present and future attempts of threatening her, immediately.
PapatymisonN: ... IM: Man, what a closeminded bitch...
Lithaladhwen: Devotee of Reshtaha. And I'll thank you not to hold yourself above death just because you revere life.
Lithaladhwen: Both are necessary. Just because I don't shrink from death doesn't mean I create chaos with it.
A Rockin SN: We all must die, but it's only up to your Lord you to decide when.
Lithaladhwen: It is. You have my agreement.
Lithaladhwen: What makes you think I cannot be an agent of his will in that way also?
A Rockin SN: The question would be, how would you decide who dies and when?
Lithaladhwen: If it is their fate to die, they will die. Whether I kill them or not.
A Rockin SN: *sigh* Whatever.
Lithaladhwen: You wouldn't know.
Lithaladhwen: You don't have the stomach to do my work.
Lithaladhwen: Luckily there are some who are willing to care for the dead.
Lithaladhwen: Even if you only care for the living.
A Rockin SN: In case you didn't know, I'm also a professional surgeon.
Lithaladhwen: In case you didn't know. It's my job to escort people into the afterlife.
Lithaladhwen: Lecture me about fate. About balance.
A Rockin SN: And can see the dead as well as you can.
Lithaladhwen: Please. Go slowly.
AngryMechaFan: *receives her veal, and seems to eat it slowly, in small bites*
A Rockin SN: Your -job-?
A Rockin SN: you're saying you're a reaper?
Lithaladhwen: I am. What of it?
A Rockin SN: That's different from any necromancer now, isn't it?
Lithaladhwen: I'm still a necromancer. I'm also a plant mage and a scientist.
Lithaladhwen: What else do you need to know before you quit maligning my judgment and my work?
A Rockin SN: A curiosity.
A Rockin SN: Doesn't a necromancer perverse the natural course of life and death?
Lithaladhwen: No.
A Rockin SN: Oh?
Lithaladhwen: You heard me.
Lithaladhwen: I'm part of the natural course of life and death just as you are. Anyone I kill was fated to die. Anyone you save was fated to live.
A Rockin SN: I said a necromancer, not a Reaper.
AngryMechaFan: *appears to be oblivious to everything else as she continues to eat*
PapatymisonN: Oh brother...
Lithaladhwen: I was a necromancer first and foremost.
Lithaladhwen: I have not always been a reaper, you know.
A Rockin SN: Hmph.
Lithaladhwen: I also have received my lord's sanction in my work.
A Rockin SN: The slaying is odious, not unnatural.
A Rockin SN: It's the resurrection and implanation of the soul that I refer to.
Lithaladhwen: The soul leaves the body when it dies. The body is meat. It is best that the soul not remain attached to it.
Lithaladhwen: Helps the spirit pass on.
Lithaladhwen: Do you think I am so ignorant as to hold spirits here where they do not belong?
A Rockin SN: Then you are no ordinary necromancer.
PapatymisonN: Wondered when she'd come to that...
PapatymisonN: *driiiiiink*
A Rockin SN: As those I had to deal with do exactly that.
Lithaladhwen: You might be surprised at how many necromancers think as I do.
Lithaladhwen: They at the very least have no concern for the souls, being interested mainly in raw materials for their undead.
A Rockin SN: Not the ones I had to deal with...
Lithaladhwen: I deal with a few myself, you know.
A Rockin SN: Interesting.
A Rockin SN: If you have respect for the spirits, and you do not kill those not assigned by Lord Reshtaha...
A Rockin SN: Then I have no quarrel with you.
Lithaladhwen: No, you don't get it.
Lithaladhwen: I can't kill those not headed for death.
Lithaladhwen: Neither can you. Nor can anyone ever.
Lithaladhwen: The natural order can't be so easily subverted as you fear.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I can't believe I'm having this discussion. I need some kind of "Snotty-Ashuran-Detector."
PapatymisonN: (Resh: I can get that to ya in... 12 hours.)
Lithaladhwen: (Zea: Praise the lord. e\/e )
PapatymisonN: (Also: I, technically, control Life, Death, and Love in Gaera)
PapatymisonN: (... oh, and the government.)
PapatymisonN: (I have WAY too much power.)
A Rockin SN: Hmph.
AngryMechaFan: (Only in non-MAC Gaera. XP)
A Rockin SN: Easy for you to say.
A Rockin SN: Makes it seems like the Ashuran order can shut down.
Lithaladhwen: No. You're as necessary as I am.
Lithaladhwen: Why do I always have to explain this?
A Rockin SN: Why even fight whoever wants to kill you? You're headed for death anyway..
Lithaladhwen: You may not be. They may.
Lithaladhwen: Anything's possible.
Lithaladhwen: You need both sides of the equation.
Lithaladhwen: There's creation, preservation, and destruction.
AngryMechaFan: However, people desire to accomplish and achieve before they pass on into death.
Lithaladhwen: Ishtar and Primaer create, Ashura preserves, Reshtaha destroys.
PapatymisonN: *still drinking, not getting into it*
Lithaladhwen: What do you think would happen if even one of those factors were gone?
Lithaladhwen: That's not a rhetorical question. What do you think?
AngryMechaFan: *sips more water, and then continues on her veal*
Lithaladhwen: (Theology OMGZ)
A Rockin SN: (Yep!)
A Rockin SN: So it's just how it is. Without one all would head towards chaos anyway.
AngryMechaFan: ...Things would not exist were there nothing to create. Things would quickly cease to exist were there nothing to preserve them. The world would crowd and eventually "freeze" were there nothing to destroy them.
A Rockin SN: Uhm... Indeed?
PapatymisonN: Mm.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh*
Lithaladhwen: I know some necromancers are crazy. I've met them. I've worked with them, befriended them, even fought them and killed them at times.
Lithaladhwen: But all occupations have these problems.
AngryMechaFan: *then continues on her meal*
Lithaladhwen: It's just as fair to say that all Ashurans are short-sighted oversentimental closedminded fanatics with an axe to grind against every other viewpoint.
Lithaladhwen: But it wouldn't be accurate.
AngryMechaFan: (Oh hell, Kamos would be amused with that one)
A Rockin SN: Well.
A Rockin SN: *orders a wine*
PapatymisonN: (The Mazuo blood is strong.)
Lithaladhwen: (Well, she's his cousin once removed or something. Maybe someday he'll hear the rant.)
AngryMechaFan: (XD)
A Rockin SN: When you've had to deal with screaming spirits strugglling against their magick coil.
Lithaladhwen: Don't pretend to know what I've dealt with.
A Rockin SN: And having to exorcise people made possessed by demons while they writhe and things blow up in front of them. It's not exactly my fault I'm sentimental about it.
A Rockin SN: I don't.
Lithaladhwen: And don't pretend to know how I feel about it, either.
Lithaladhwen: You presume I know nothing of the suffering of the dead. At least, compared to the wisdom and compassion you've gathered.
Lithaladhwen: You're wrong.
Lithaladhwen: You also presume I know nothing of the suffering the wandering dead can cause.
Lithaladhwen: You're wrong again.
Lithaladhwen: You presume a lot.
A Rockin SN: I'm not saying that.
A Rockin SN: I'm just saying that if we're sentimental about it...
A Rockin SN: It's not exactly something we became sentimental about out of ignorance.
Lithaladhwen: I've been possessed. I've been buried under the screams of the dead. I've been haunted, chased, assaulted, nearly killed by them.
Lithaladhwen: I've also taken great care to ensure that they don't have to left behind anymore.
Lithaladhwen: That they can pass on as they should.
Lithaladhwen: I won't be criticized by someone who cannot see beyond the end of her nose.
Lithaladhwen: There are other ways.
Lithaladhwen: Mine works. I have it on good authority.
A Rockin SN: Aye..
Lithaladhwen: I'm sure yours is no less valid.
Lithaladhwen: But I'm the only one here saying it.
Lithaladhwen: A little credit. Please.
A Rockin SN: But to have the power to heal, is to be safe from the temptation of abuse. If you can use your power responsibly... Then you are worthy of my praide.
A Rockin SN: *praise
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* Well, thank you for that.
A Rockin SN: That is the difference between myself and a good necromancer.
A Rockin SN: I cannot be tempted, it's a form of... self-restriction. Heh.
Lithaladhwen: That's.... unfortunately not a luxury I can afford. Though I can tell you, if it makes you feel better, that not all necromancers --or even most necromancers-- are dangerous.
AngryMechaFan: I do not understand why one would desire to restrict oneself.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Fear. The fear of weakness.
A Rockin SN: All of us, or at least most of us have our ... weaknesses. Temptation is one of the worst weaknesses of mortals.
AngryMechaFan: I do not comprehend how "temptation" is a weakness.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* IM: If you do not have enough faith in your ability to resist temptation, you fear yourself.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Bad start.
A Rockin SN: Uhm... Because doing bad things is bad?
AngryMechaFan: I do not understand what constitutes "doing bad things". "Bad" translates roughly to getting hurt, does it not?
Lithaladhwen: Not always, Fal. Everyone has lines. Even you have boundaries you don't cross.
Lithaladhwen: Not everyone is willing to trust themselves to stray close to those lines without screwing up.
PapatymisonN: (*coughlagnuscough*)
A Rockin SN: If you were meant to talk to someone who you wanted to kill, miss. *to Zea*
A Rockin SN: Would you carry a weapon to the meeting?
Lithaladhwen: A mage is always armed, especially when she can summon weapons to her location. But I'm playing with semantics.
Lithaladhwen: The answer is yes. I would ensure that I was ready to do so if necessary.
AngryMechaFan: Would you not--after all, do you not want to kill the very person you want to kill?
Lithaladhwen: If they were truly not meant to die then, something would happen and their time would come later.
A Rockin SN: I said.
A Rockin SN: "If you were meant to talk to someone".
AngryMechaFan: Why would I be meant to talk to someone I desire to kill?
A Rockin SN: Presume you're in a diplomatic meeting, or you're arranging for a shipment of magical items, or whatever. Just any meeting where you're not meant to kill him.
A Rockin SN: *shrug*
A Rockin SN: It was a theoretical situation.
Lithaladhwen: Then I would probably not end up killing him. It's hard to say.
Lithaladhwen: There are always possibilities.
A Rockin SN: Would you carry a weapon? Again, ignore the semantics.
AngryMechaFan: I am carrying a weapon right now. Why would I not carry one?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Yeah, I would. Unless specifically required not to do so.
A Rockin SN: Hmph.
A Rockin SN: Well, I wouldn't. Self-discipline is rarely a bad thing.
Lithaladhwen: *narrows her eyes*
AngryMechaFan: Self-restriction is not a good thing when it restricts you from doing things that you ultimately want, desire, and have to do.
Lithaladhwen: I know about discipline.
Lithaladhwen: I know the detachment it takes to be mortal and serve death.
Lithaladhwen: My loved ones are mortal. They will someday die.
A Rockin SN: I can imagine..
Lithaladhwen: I accept this because I have the discipline to serve my lord faithfully in the face of my own sentimental attachments.
Lithaladhwen: You speak of self-discipline like I have so very much to learn from you.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Just when she stops pissing me off, she starts again.
A Rockin SN: No, not really..
A Rockin SN: I just think it's better safe than sorry.
A Rockin SN: Even when dealing with your own self. *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: That's fair.
Lithaladhwen: And you're probably right that it's a better option. But as I said, we don't all have the luxury of avoiding difficult decisions.
A Rockin SN: Never said we do.
A Rockin SN: I mean, not always.
A Rockin SN: Again, sorry about that. Long as you're not going to raise zombies on me... *chuckles like a bitter old woman, and sips at her wine*
Lithaladhwen: No. *totally serious* I left those at home in my garden.
Lithaladhwen: *drains her coffee*
PapatymisonN: I volunteered to be one once I die.
PapatymisonN: *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
A Rockin SN: I'll personally see to it that I smash you into pieces once that happens. Sorry, it's my job.
PapatymisonN: No offense taken.
Lithaladhwen: Don't break my zombies. It's rude. I don't jump up and down on the end of your medical table and tell you how to do your job.
Lithaladhwen: I don't sic zombies on people unless they deserve it.
A Rockin SN: *actually bursts out laughing*
A Rockin SN: Right, I'll keep that in mind..
Lithaladhwen: *thumbs up* So just don't break into my house at night and get me all freaked out. Then I'll send my experiments to chase you out.
AngryMechaFan: *finished, gets up, and leaves her money on the table*
Lithaladhwen: Talk to you later, Fal.
PapatymisonN: Nice meetin' you.
AngryMechaFan: *nods to Zea, and walks out*
A Rockin SN: Silent one, except when she's talking in my head.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, she does that.
Lithaladhwen: Someday I'm going to get her to speak plainly. And more often.
Lithaladhwen: Do you think it'll help if I get her drunk?
PapatymisonN: ... probably.
AngryMechaFan: (XD. She's a TOTAL lightweight)
A Rockin SN: Worth a try, apart from the risk of getting blown up.
Lithaladhwen: Eh, small risk. She's a nice girl, but she really needs to loosen up. I think that's my plan.
Lithaladhwen: Take Fal out partying. It'll be an interesting experiment.
A Rockin SN: She speaks very formally.
AngryMechaFan: (...Oh HELL)
Lithaladhwen: I've invited her to come play with my zombies, since she's unlikely to be terribly squeamish about it. But she didn't come.
Lithaladhwen: I should find out where she lives and show up with booze.
Lithaladhwen: And a boy. A nice one. Quiet and weird like she is, maybe. I don't know.
Lithaladhwen: I'll play it by ear.
AngryMechaFan: (...Good luck there. XP)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh. Now, see... if she were really going to be her mother's daughter, she'd hit on Fal herself.)
A Rockin SN: Hmm.
AngryMechaFan: (And it would likely go over Fal's head.)
Lithaladhwen: I'd invite you to come, Bulworth, but I think I'd have better luck if I made it a girl's night out type thing.
Lithaladhwen: Shove off some fun on the poor girl.
PapatymisonN: I can chaperone.
A Rockin SN: Riiight..
Lithaladhwen: Oh, no. *tsktsk* That won't do. A single boy with two young women in compromised states. Just wouldn't look right.
A Rockin SN: I'd say "You'd break the girl"...
A Rockin SN: But in her case I don't think so.
PapatymisonN: ... no comment.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
A Rockin SN: *groan*
PapatymisonN: (Yes, your assumptions are true. Movin' on...)
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. It's probably best if I get home. The ghosts have been pestering each other. I have to go make sure that they don't tear the place apart.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know that James knows how to calm them down.
PapatymisonN: ... best tend to that...
A Rockin SN: Mmm... hm...
PapatymisonN: Unless, y'know, you want him dead, which I'm fine with...
Lithaladhwen: James?
PapatymisonN: Mm.
Lithaladhwen: He's not so bad. He drinks out of the orange juice carton, though.
Lithaladhwen: I keep forgetting to talk to him about that.
PapatymisonN: Isn't that punishable by beheading? *smirk*
Lithaladhwen: *wags a finger at him* No killing my roommate. *same to Yanna* And no breaking my zombies.
Lithaladhwen: That should cover everything.
PapatymisonN: I'm not saying I will. I'm just saying you're allowed to.
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Ah. Well, sure. But like I said. He's not so bad. You just have to... manage him a little.
Lithaladhwen: If you can do that.... well, he's nicer than he acts.
PapatymisonN: I'll bet.
PapatymisonN: *disbelief in his voice...*
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* I can't convince you without sharing things he'd probably rather I didn't go chatting about with everyone. He'd probably rather be hated.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Like asking the god of death directly not to take me from him. Offering to live on my front porch to prevent any harm from coming to me.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Lots of things. But men have reputations, after all.
PapatymisonN: Well, he'll get what he wants from me, for now.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* He's also kind of a dick sometimes. I know this.
Lithaladhwen: I've gotten along with far worse.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Plus James is actually fairly good-looking when he puts that hair away.
PapatymisonN: ... it gets worse than That?
Lithaladhwen: I promise.
OMG Priam has left the room.
PapatymisonN: I'll find a god to thank for that.
PapatymisonN: .... and another to curse, come to think of it...
Lithaladhwen: He saved my life, you know. He and a couple other members of my army of overprotective male friends.
Lithaladhwen: No one forced him to do that.
PapatymisonN: ... this is a party I wasn't invited to.
Lithaladhwen: I didn't ask him or any of the others. My familiar found them.
PapatymisonN: Ah. Well let him know I'm alive too.
A Rockin SN: *siiilence*
Lithaladhwen: I'm sure he'll be elated.
Lithaladhwen: He'll piss himself with glee. Just watch. He will.
Lithaladhwen: I think he was just bored anyway, when he was teasing you.
PapatymisonN: ... alright...
Lithaladhwen: He's a jerk when he's bored.
PapatymisonN: And I'm a jerk when people are jerks to me.
Lithaladhwen: Fair.
PapatymisonN: Kind of how I work...
Lithaladhwen: You were pretty tolerant, though, as I recall.
PapatymisonN: Killing people who can possibly be helpful later is counterproductive.
Lithaladhwen: Also fair.
Lithaladhwen: I don't do it either.
Lithaladhwen: After all, no one went after Jesiah Black, did they?
PapatymisonN: Although, to be honest... crushing skulls? Oddly enjoyable...
Lithaladhwen: I'm so glad he hasn't come after me to finish whatever the hell that was.
Lithaladhwen: Stupid job.
PapatymisonN: Yeah. And... shifting between dimensions... >.<
PapatymisonN: No thanks.
Lithaladhwen: Oh well. Things happen as they're meant to. If I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have tried catnip.
Lithaladhwen: Totally worth it.
PapatymisonN: Well there you go. SOME benefit from it.
Lithaladhwen: Did I tell you I talked to James when I was a cat? I don't know that we mentioned that.
Lithaladhwen: Neither of us could talk to anyone else. I was a cat and he was dead.
PapatymisonN: Really?
PapatymisonN: ... lucky for him...
Lithaladhwen: Damn lucky. Anyone else probably wouldn't have been able to keep him around long enough to make Black's work easier.
Lithaladhwen: Just kept his attention by talking.
Lithaladhwen: Then he started talking about my father, and that was really awkward.
A Rockin SN: *just downed most of the wine bottle, and still doesn't seem tipsy*
PapatymisonN: Yeah... Fathers are good for that.
Lithaladhwen: Well, I guess James hired my father and the man taught him some things. This before Zeke ever knew about me.
Lithaladhwen: I've met him since, but it was incredibly freaky at the time.
PapatymisonN: Don't really remember mine. Only knew him a little while...
PapatymisonN: He was... smallminded.
Lithaladhwen: My mom didn't tell Zeke about me. I actually came to the surface to find him.
Lithaladhwen: He found me when he was hired to kidnap me.
Lithaladhwen: It was good meeting him, though. He's a good guy.
PapatymisonN: That's good.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. He apparently knew who my mother was, but no one had told him he was The Guy.
Lithaladhwen: He didn't do it once he found out who I was.
Lithaladhwen: Which was nice of him.
PapatymisonN: Indeed.
PapatymisonN: I mean, if I found out I had to kidnap my kid, I'd not do it too.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, but he's got the whole mercenary code. I half-expected him to do his job anyway.
PapatymisonN: Really? Weird.
Lithaladhwen: Professionalism. S'important.
Lithaladhwen: I should ask to be assigned to his jobs. Give me a chance to maybe spend some time with the guy.
PapatymisonN: There's an idea.
Lithaladhwen: Is that weird?
PapatymisonN: To want to spend time with your father? Of course not...
Lithaladhwen: If you say so.
PapatymisonN: ... I find it odd you have to take my word on this...
Lithaladhwen: I think I'm numb to all things weird by now. You should have been around when, every time I met a new person, I had to ask someone I'd already confirmed, "Can you see them?"
Lithaladhwen: Don't have to now. New sight to come with the job. I know what's dead now.
PapatymisonN: Oh, really? That's... advantageous.
Lithaladhwen: You have no idea. It's wonderful.
PapatymisonN: (Resh: You're welcome.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, she's thanked him. Believe me.)
PapatymisonN: (If only Haley Joel Osment were so lucky...)
Lithaladhwen: (Test.)
Lithaladhwen: (Am I still in here?)
PapatymisonN: (YEs you are.)
Lithaladhwen: (We had a minor power surge and I want to make sure I'm still running on all fronts.)
PapatymisonN: (I see.)
PapatymisonN: I'm glad for you. Nice to be able to know what's real and what's not.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, they're always real.
Lithaladhwen: Just not always alive.
PapatymisonN: But they're not flesh, which is what I mean.
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Lithaladhwen: Well, yeah. True.
PapatymisonN: ... so, have you, like, met the God of Death yet? Or is he too important to hang about with the lower ranks?
PapatymisonN: o.o
Lithaladhwen: I... have. Yes.
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Lithaladhwen: When I said I was approached, I meant directly.
PapatymisonN: ... really... *you have Bulworth's full attention*
Lithaladhwen: Kind of... flattering. And unexpected, really.
Lithaladhwen: Why are you looking at me like that?
PapatymisonN: o.o Eh? Oh, uh...
PapatymisonN: I've just... never met a reaper before.
Lithaladhwen: Oh. Well. *waves* Hi.
PapatymisonN: Heh...
Lithaladhwen: Not scary?
PapatymisonN: No. You're still YOU, from what I can see...
Lithaladhwen: In all the ways that count.
PapatymisonN: ... did they give you a cloak?
Lithaladhwen: Um. I have my work robes, but those are to keep my subjects from ruining my clothes.
PapatymisonN: You should have a cloak. You're not a reaper without a cloak.
Lithaladhwen: *exaggerated look of offense* Am too!
PapatymisonN: Oh, and you're not a skeleton. You really should be a skeleton.
Lithaladhwen: Eventually I probably will be. At least the meat part of me will be.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not sure what I'll do with my soul. Probably keep working.
PapatymisonN: Good work ethic, that is...
Lithaladhwen: Well, what else am I going to do? I'll be dead.
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Lithaladhwen: Might as well do something with myself.
Lithaladhwen: Do some good with my afterlife.
PapatymisonN: (Resh: ... um, who said you could quit? o.o)
PapatymisonN: Well, there's always being dead... I doubt you'll go to the bad part of it...
Lithaladhwen: I've been told no, so as long as I don't seriously ruin the world in the meantime.
Lithaladhwen: I don't intend to... so... yeah, I'm probably okay.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: Any info on me?
Lithaladhwen: About what? When you'll die or where you'll go?
PapatymisonN: ... Do you know either?
Lithaladhwen: If I did, would you really want me to say? Especially on the first one?
Lithaladhwen: Even if I were looking, I wouldn't tell you when you're going to die. Not fair to you.
PapatymisonN: ... I can respect that.
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* Shouldn't spend your last day sitting and counting minutes. That would suck.
PapatymisonN: ... only if it's soon. That'd... be unpleasant.
Lithaladhwen: *doesn't even bother to check on him* You have nothing to worry about.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: (I'm tired.)
Lithaladhwen: (Same.)
Lithaladhwen: On that note, I'm going to head home.
Lithaladhwen: Take care of yourself, and if James pisses you off... try not to kill him. For my sake.
Lithaladhwen: Smack him around a little certainly.
Lithaladhwen: Probably good for him.
PapatymisonN: ... *grins wide*
Lithaladhwen: But no killing the roommate. Deal?
PapatymisonN: Deal.
Lithaladhwen: *stands and leaves money for her drink*
Lithaladhwen: Good seeing you. Glad to hear you're doing well.
Lithaladhwen: Keep in touch, okay?
PapatymisonN: You too, Grim. :P
Lithaladhwen: *laugh*
Lithaladhwen: *waves and heads out*
PapatymisonN: (*saveaga* Night, Ashley.)
Lithaladhwen: (Night!)
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
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