PapatymisonN: Hwooooooooooody.
Lithaladhwen: Hey! How are you feeling?
Lithaladhwen: We were speculating in chat!
PapatymisonN: I'm at ... speculating?
Lithaladhwen: Lithaladhwen: Damn it. Where's Charles? He's supposed to RP with me tonight. We planned this! Is he still sick?
CGNakibe: Didn't know he was sick. o.o He didn't tell me this.
Lithaladhwen: He was really really sick yesterday.
Will Rennar: I imagine he might've been too sick to tell you, Shaun.
CGNakibe: Might've been why I never got a response from him last night. >:\
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. He was not feeling well. We thought it might have been food poisoning, but I'm not sure.
Will Rennar: Oh dear.
DarkLordKelne: Nasty.
Lithaladhwen: Like so.
PapatymisonN: ... aww. You people care...
Lithaladhwen: You can't be all ubersick and then just disappear on us!
Lithaladhwen: It's the internet! Any of us could die and no one would know, so we worry. : (
PapatymisonN: I'm going to leave notice to at least notify LEX.
PapatymisonN: And yeah. I'm at 85-90%.
PapatymisonN: I feel like someone slammed the butt of their palm into my chest.
Lithaladhwen: Cripes.
Lithaladhwen: So what are you doing online? Shouldn't you, like... be resting?
PapatymisonN: I'm good enough to RP. Are you?
PapatymisonN: Cuz it's gonna be interesting... ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Well, I haven't been deathly ill for days. >_>
PapatymisonN: Not DEATHLY... just... yeah. I've easily been better.
PapatymisonN: I'm glad you're concerned, though.
Lithaladhwen: .... >_>
Lithaladhwen: Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.
PapatymisonN: Your secret is safe with me.
PapatymisonN: ... >.> LA LA ASHLEY HAS A HEARRRRRRRRRRRRRT! SHE'S GOT A HEART A HEART A HEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! ^_^
Lithaladhwen: FUCK YOU YOU
Lithaladhwen: You don't know me. I do what I want.
PapatymisonN: Oh, the baby's more of a "wild and crazy teen" than you.
Lithaladhwen: What?
Lithaladhwen: You don't know nothin.
PapatymisonN: *baby shakes her bum*
Lithaladhwen: Shup.
Lithaladhwen: RP? You said we don't need to retrieve other people, but Shaun is online. Brian is playing nethack, which may be important to him, so I don't know about him.
PapatymisonN: We can ask around. No need for PCs, no, but they can be included.
Lithaladhwen: OK. Brian's busy. We can just do it this way.
Lithaladhwen: *maximizes window*
Lithaladhwen: (*Gets her font on*)
PapatymisonN: <rp>
PapatymisonN: *Zea is sent a note at her home.>
PapatymisonN: *
PapatymisonN: *it simply states "Park. 3:00", and has the distinctive red scythe on it*
Lithaladhwen: *Zea tacks a note to the inside of her front door so James will know where she's gone and heads out a little early, because tardiness is embarassing.*
PapatymisonN: *when she arrives, Jethro is nowhere to be seen.*
PapatymisonN: *there's... some people there. The Ducks are doing their thing. Just a normal spring day*
Lithaladhwen: *Zea sits down to wait, checking out the flowers and landscaping. She's never been in Doma in spring, and kind of likes it.*
PapatymisonN: *and a pair of hands go over her eyes* Howdy Zea. How've you been?
Lithaladhwen: *She doesn't move, but summons her new scythe into her hands.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: There's a 50/50 chance I know who this is. Good chance after that that it's okay.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Other chances involve more bullshit.
PapatymisonN: ... it's Jethro, dear.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls away to look around*
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Hey. Sorry 'bout that.
Lithaladhwen: Don't mean to pull a weapon on you, but you know. Things.
PapatymisonN: It's OK. You'll need it.
PapatymisonN: Plus, it SHOULD be kicking in soon.
PapatymisonN: *sits on the bench next to her*
Lithaladhwen: Ah. Vague.
Lithaladhwen: How have you been?
PapatymisonN: Just fine. Been keeping busy with hands on work, thank the Lord...
PapatymisonN: *Zea's... well, if I were her, I'd be blinking... her sight seems to be... going strange...*
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: *squeezes her eyes shut and looks around again*
PapatymisonN: It's called The Sight, dear. After this, you'll be able to turn it on and off...
PapatymisonN: But for now, it stays on...
Lithaladhwen: *covers her eyes with one hand for a moment and looks up again*
Lithaladhwen: ....All right. If you say so.
PapatymisonN: Basically, it lets you see... a person's inner hourglass...
PapatymisonN: How much time they have left.
Lithaladhwen: *blinks hard again and nods* All right. And it stays on...why? So I learn how to manage it?
PapatymisonN: Actually, you have a challenge before you.
PapatymisonN: Someone within your field of vision is an Agent.
PapatymisonN: In corporeal form.
Lithaladhwen: (It's an agent! Someone...someday....is going to have to fight them.)
PapatymisonN: Find and reap him.
PapatymisonN: Go.
Lithaladhwen: *frowns in mild annoyance* Point of clarification. Definition of...agent.
PapatymisonN: A celestial of Reshtaha.
PapatymisonN: *w* He thought "angel" was too girly a term.
Lithaladhwen: *wry smile*
Lithaladhwen: (An aside, for the sake of knowing things my character would know.)
PapatymisonN: (Kay.)
Lithaladhwen: (She knows much more about Reshtahan tradition than I do. Even on her sheet, as a matter of fact. She'd be much more familiar with the theoretical and practical aspects of reaping another person.)
PapatymisonN: (Well, yeah. This ain't a test on actual reaping. It's finding the Agent.)
Lithaladhwen: (I see. The 'learn to use the new eyes' lesson?)
PapatymisonN: (Da.)
Lithaladhwen: *She stays seated for a moment and attempts to get some sense of scale on this crazy vision by checking things out like grass and the ducks.*
PapatymisonN: *the grass is ... well, it's grass.*
Lithaladhwen: *People nearby.*
PapatymisonN: *they all ebb their life out... but they have a lot to spare...*
PapatymisonN: *but those ducks... something about them...*
Lithaladhwen: (Yay for inspecting random things.)
PapatymisonN: (... well?)
Lithaladhwen: *She checks out the ducks, for curiosity's sake if nothing else.*
PapatymisonN: *most of them look ... well, they all ebb their life, much faster than the normal ones...*
PapatymisonN: *but one... it ebbs no life at all. It's ... nothing's going anywhere*
Lithaladhwen: ....*tilts her head and just gazes at it for a moment, as that's weird to her*
Lithaladhwen: Jethro? *points* You see that?
PapatymisonN: Uh huh... *knowing smirk*
Lithaladhwen: *looks over to him* You're smiling at me. You want me to retrieve the duck?
PapatymisonN: Go ahead.
Lithaladhwen: *stands, scythe in hand and slowly approaches the flock of ducks to avoid a mass of flappy startled waterfowl*
PapatymisonN: *... all the ducks save the target swim away*
Lithaladhwen: *looks down at the one strange bird* I was supposed to come find you.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Had to be a duck. ....Probably would have done the same though. Maybe it's not so strange. But then who the hell am I to say what's strange?
PapatymisonN: *the duck just sits there*
Lithaladhwen: (Remember what we said about Zea knowing things her player doesn't?)
PapatymisonN: (Oh yes... shall I take you through the motions?)
Lithaladhwen: *Her hand grips her scythe and she swings it down toward the duck*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Right. Reap the duck.
PapatymisonN: *as the scythe passes through the duck's form, the soul is pushed out as well...*
PapatymisonN: *and a soul that could not POSSIBLY belong to the duck emerges...*
PapatymisonN: *a tall man, in black, is there, for a moment... just long enough to say* Nice work...
Lithaladhwen: *small surprised step back*
PapatymisonN: *Jethro applauds* Not bad. You can turn it off now.
Lithaladhwen: *unsure how to 'turn it off' she kind of...decides it should go away*
PapatymisonN: *and there it goes*
Lithaladhwen: *blinks a couple more times*
PapatymisonN: Fun, huh?
Lithaladhwen: I... *fleeting little smile* ...I think I could get used to doing that.
PapatymisonN: It almost gets fun.
Lithaladhwen: I guess I'd... have to wait and see. *another relieved little smile* Glad to have done it, though. You know they say the first time is the hardest.
PapatymisonN: Which is why we make it easy on ya.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Appreciated. It's hard not to be nervous about things.
PapatymisonN: Well, you did fine.
PapatymisonN: Most people slip up on the actual "reap" part.
Lithaladhwen: What do they do?
PapatymisonN: ... stab.
Lithaladhwen: What do you mean, stab?
Lithaladhwen: How do you stab with a scythe?
PapatymisonN: Well, instead of a long smooth swipe, they just... poke the ground.
PapatymisonN: Kind of funny.
Lithaladhwen: ... *mimics what kind of swing would produce that with a distinctly "what the fuck?" look on her face*
Lithaladhwen: That is very weird.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think I'm going to do that.
PapatymisonN: That's a good idea.
Lithaladhwen: If I want dead people to take me seriously, I need to not do things that make me laugh at myself because I look like an idiot. That's going to be my first rule.
PapatymisonN: See? The Great One is a smart fella, picking you...
Lithaladhwen: *blushes and looks down into the surprisingly interesting grass* I just hope I don't disappoint everyone. I've never had people.... keeping track of me before.
PapatymisonN: Oh, you're doing fine. No one's been let down yet.
PapatymisonN: ... no one with a BRAIN, anyways...
Lithaladhwen: *takes a deep breath and nods* If you say so. You're in a better position to know that than I am.
PapatymisonN: I'll have to take you to the office sometime.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* At the moment, it's your game. I'm just here to figure myself out. Whatever you think will help.
PapatymisonN: *sigh*
PapatymisonN: Hungry?
PapatymisonN: I know a place... great calamari...
Lithaladhwen: *nod* That sounds great. I told James where I was going, so he'll just have to deal with me getting food without him.
Lithaladhwen: The guys have lost it. Completely. All of them.
Lithaladhwen: So calamari might help.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Yes. Calamari is the answer.
PapatymisonN: Well, follow me, then... *gets on his feet*
Lithaladhwen: *stands*
PapatymisonN: (brb. Hunger.)
Lithaladhwen: (same)
PapatymisonN: *heads THAT A WAY*
Lithaladhwen: *totally follows!*
Lithaladhwen: So, if it's not too personal a question... how did you find your way into this line of work?
PapatymisonN: Died.
PapatymisonN: The boss thought I'd be good at this.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* I see. Makes sense. Is it uncommon to want to be a reaper while you're still alive? Or just uncommon to be allowed to do it?
PapatymisonN: Both, actually. Which is why people like you are so rare and special. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *looks down again because she's not used to compliments on that sort of thing*
Lithaladhwen: Oh. Um. Thanks?
PapatymisonN: You're welcome.
PapatymisonN: *opens the door to the calamari place*
Lithaladhwen: *goes in because YAY SQUID*
PapatymisonN: *guides her to a seat*
Lithaladhwen: Is it okay if I just barrage you with questions for a moment?
PapatymisonN: Sure.
Lithaladhwen: How did you get....assigned to me, if that's the right term?
PapatymisonN: Handpicked.
PapatymisonN: They thought I'd be good as a teacher.
Lithaladhwen: Who's "they?" The council of Teaching New Reapers Important Things?
PapatymisonN: It's a council, alright... Resh's top Agents...
Lithaladhwen: ...I see. Well, they were right. I mean, so far you've been really helpful. Am I going to have to fill out an evaluation or something to that effect? *smirk*
PapatymisonN: ... uh... I don't knwo...
Lithaladhwen: Well, no worries. I won't tell them anything that'll get you fired.
PapatymisonN: Good...
Lithaladhwen: Another question, just because I have to ask. When I die, is someone else going to have to reap me?
PapatymisonN: Actually, you'll just sort of... step out.
Lithaladhwen: Because by that point I'll be able to fill out the paperwork myself?
PapatymisonN: Exactly.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* That's good to know. I think it would almost be awkward if someone still had to come get me.
PapatymisonN: Oh. And after that, you'd... probably keep on working, if you so wished.
Lithaladhwen: *little smile* I think I'd probably like to. If I can still help, I should. *smile* I'd just... you know. Be dead.
PapatymisonN: ... it's nice on the other side.
PapatymisonN: ... bliss, really.
Lithaladhwen: I never thought everyone would end up there if it was bad. That wouldn't make any sense from what I know.
Lithaladhwen: Fate is fate, but it's no man's enemy. Everything dies, and it doesn't seem reasonable that everyone who's ever lived is intended to suffer horribly after they die.
PapatymisonN: Too true.
PapatymisonN: Although THAT other side...
PapatymisonN: Even worse than you can imagine.
Lithaladhwen: That's why I'm not going to. I think I'd have some indication if my life were leading me there.
Lithaladhwen: I mean, I may not the princess of morality, but I do better than that I think.
PapatymisonN: Oh, you're going to the good place. We all do.
Lithaladhwen: Good to know, I guess. When does that happen? Whenever you just kind of...retire? How long have you been dead, if that's okay to ask?
PapatymisonN: ... hoo. Been a while...
PapatymisonN: Uh... 110 years? Yeah, close to that...
Lithaladhwen: Wow. That's quite a career.
PapatymisonN: I've reaped some champs.
PapatymisonN: King Argo of Baron, for one...
Lithaladhwen: Wow. How was that?
PapatymisonN: Had to pretend I had one of those accents. THAT was painful...
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Why? Rapport building?
Lithaladhwen: (Telefundraising jargon!)
PapatymisonN: Had to be a guardsman for it.
Lithaladhwen: ...Do what you've got to, I guess.
PapatymisonN: Mm.
Lithaladhwen: *eats Calamari, because she likes the crazy squid-food*
Lithaladhwen: You know, I probably should go home after we eat. I don't like James bitching at me. It's really annoying because I can't tell him he's wrong lately.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know who told him he could start making sense, but it wasn't me.
PapatymisonN: Eh. Tell him you'll send his soul to the deepest depths if he keeps being a pain.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Now that's not fair. He's an okay guy. ....Drinks out of the milk carton, though.
PapatymisonN: Ew.
Lithaladhwen: I've stopped asking him to quit because I don't think he ever will.
Lithaladhwen: Price I pay for letting him live in the house. He wanted to sleep on the porch.
Lithaladhwen: The porch, Jethro. In a magic shelter.
Lithaladhwen: Is that, like... a man thing?
Lithaladhwen: Must be in the great outdoors for Maximum Testosterone?
PapatymisonN: ... no. He's just a dope.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. I see. He's not so bad. He just wants attention sometimes I think. He's lonely. I mean, it's his own damn fault for being an ass all the time, but there you have it.
Lithaladhwen: He's never been rude to me, but I used to wonder if it was just because he wanted to get under my robes. *water sip*
PapatymisonN: ... they always want to get under your robes.
PapatymisonN: Whether they ACT on it or not is something else.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* So my mother tells me. I grew up around incubi, so the idea that a guy would want to sleep with me and not, like.... jump me in the street is new. Not complaining, though.
PapatymisonN: They've gotten smart over the years.
PapatymisonN: They know that won't work anymore.
Lithaladhwen: *snort* You should visit my old neighborhood. Though the incubi weren't as bad, I guess.
Lithaladhwen: IM: There were certainly worse around than the incubi.
PapatymisonN: ... don't think I'll be doing that, thanks.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah well. That would probably be different for you.
Lithaladhwen: Worst you'd have to deal with would be my family.
PapatymisonN: Yeah. I don't want to deal with them, thanks. No offense.
Lithaladhwen: None taken. They can be....yeah, you know the drill.
PapatymisonN: Mm.
Lithaladhwen: I have another question.
Lithaladhwen: This is something I've only seen discussed in theoretical terms, so of course I have my own theories.
Lithaladhwen: But, um. How large is the window to reap someone after they die? How soon do you have to catch them?
PapatymisonN: See, the thing is... when a person dies...
PapatymisonN: Their body's not the only thing to rot.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Okay.
Lithaladhwen: Metaphor aside, what does that mean literally?
PapatymisonN: Well, their soul starts out whole, right? But it can only stay... together... yes, together... so long.
Lithaladhwen: Okay. That makes sense.
Lithaladhwen: What about the ones that don't ...rot, I guess. You know what I mean. The ones that either were missed or wouldn't pass.
Lithaladhwen: Is there anything to be done at all about them?
PapatymisonN: ... we handle that when we get to it.
Lithaladhwen: You obviously haven't gotten to it as often as I have, Jethro. I need to know.
PapatymisonN: ... truth is...
PapatymisonN: There's not much we CAN do at that stage.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh*
Lithaladhwen: Why?
Lithaladhwen: I've read about exorcism, but there's got to be more to it than that.
Lithaladhwen: Simply... dislodging it from whatever it's attached itself to... there's got to be more. It's a soul, not a barnacle.
Lithaladhwen: You can't just pry it off and discard it, can you?
PapatymisonN: No...
PapatymisonN: We'll... get more into that later.
Lithaladhwen: *closes her eyes and takes a very long deep breath*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I will not yell at this man. He is trying to help.
Lithaladhwen: IM: It is not his fault that he obviously doesn't fucking get it.
Lithaladhwen: ....
Lithaladhwen: That's fine.
PapatymisonN: *examines a pocketwatch* It's getting late. I have some things I need to do.
Lithaladhwen: *stands and lays down her portion of the check* I have to go check in with one of my parole officers.
Lithaladhwen: I'll see you later.
Lithaladhwen: IM: When I'm less incredibly pissed, preferably.
PapatymisonN: *stands* I'll ... give you more answers at our next session.
Lithaladhwen: Sure. Whatever you feel is best.
Lithaladhwen: I'll be available whenever, okay?
PapatymisonN: Good.
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for the lesson, and for dinner. I'll see you around.
Lithaladhwen: *leaves to go home where James is probably going to have finished all the cookies to go with his damn milk*
PapatymisonN: *heads ... away, himself*
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: End font.
PapatymisonN: Gah. Tired.
Lithaladhwen: Same.
Lithaladhwen: I was actually going to head out myself.
Lithaladhwen: Zea being kind of pissed was as good a reason as any to leave. She really doesn't want to argue with Jethro, but he really made her angry.
Lithaladhwen: She just saw no reason to take it out on him.
Lithaladhwen: On that note. I am going to bed.
Lithaladhwen: Night!
PapatymisonN: Night!
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