[ well, this time famine doesn't just come out to meet karlach! instead, about an hour and a half later, the shitty crow will come flying back with a letter tied to its claw again. it will obediently let the letter be untied before pecking at karlach like a little bitch. in lazy script, messy like someone couldn't be bothered to pick up the pencil, she might be able to understand what it says
ga r d en all stretched out just like that. it also looks like it's just the page she sent, recycled since her note is on the back
if she walks toward the south point of the fog, where the npcs were found the first sunday before, a little piece of it will open up to her. as she approaches, it'll be a little dark, but she might make out a lump on the ground ]
okay, well, after the shock of finding out death got glomped to death, she does in fact see the lump and run very fast in the direction of it. she's very alarmed! hello!!!]
Hey? [it's fine this is fine they're just sleepy right]
[ nooooooooooo that's grossssssss they push at her foot stop. but it's truly deserved ]
Because I have a headache and I am exhausted. I don't want to be around people but they keep sending me their damned messages so I have to answer or I'll get pecked to death.
Ah, we did follow up on that though... [ since they had a gap of time before actually answering her message ] Based on the investigation you all did, and our own conclusions, we've confirmed that the larger cult body killed Death after suspecting him of betrayal to their goals.
[HELP listen. all of you are so cranky. it's endearing.]
Gods, well, I would if I even knew how to. I don't know! I like him a lot, we talked - he's got little secrets of mine that I didn't think I'd give. I'm fucking upset. I wanted more time.
[ and she's doing it... famine otherwise listens and sighs. they'd just talked about how she'd struggle with her feelings if she was in a place where she couldn't help her friends... ]
... everyone will always want more time. That is the ache of letting someone in. [ it's not said judgmentally, only objectively ]
He'll die tomorrow. It's wasteful, but the only spell we could find that would sufficiently weaken the monster and prevent him from killing more people required a blood payment.
[ cyborg... blood... payment
but they frown about it ]
I would not go so far as to call it loving people... but you are correct that great adoration cannot come without great mourning. For the privilege of knowing someone, the cost is the silence that comes when they are no longer around. However you must hold onto both in equal measure to respect him, or else that care would be nothing but words.
You do not seem like that type of person, and I would hate to be disappointed.
Might as well be. Whatever was being all second-rate villain at us wasn't him.
[stubbornly. but.]
... He's got charm. He wants to protect kids, his stupid fucking non-cursing was hysterical. [she struggles with tenses here, tail swishing in agitation.] He had heart. Has heart.
she has to. take a second, because this kills the karlach, but all she really does is pull her knees to her chest and wrap her tail around her ankles.]
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ga r d en all stretched out just like that. it also looks like it's just the page she sent, recycled since her note is on the back
if she walks toward the south point of the fog, where the npcs were found the first sunday before, a little piece of it will open up to her. as she approaches, it'll be a little dark, but she might make out a lump on the ground ]
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okay, well, after the shock of finding out death got glomped to death, she does in fact see the lump and run very fast in the direction of it. she's very alarmed! hello!!!]
Hey? [it's fine this is fine they're just sleepy right]
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the lump just shifts and grumbles, annoyed, until famine is now on their back instead of face down in the dirt ]
What.
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You scared the shit out of me! [PUSHES THEM WITH HER FOOT she just really mushes at them with her toes. deserved.] Why are you on the fucking ground?
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Because I have a headache and I am exhausted. I don't want to be around people but they keep sending me their damned messages so I have to answer or I'll get pecked to death.
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[she says, making a face at them.]
At least expire out on a bench instead of the mud.
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[ yawns and flops on the ground ]
Anywhere with benches has people. And I don't hate how cold the ground feels.
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[affectionate? okay.
she sits down next to them then sorry, suffer]
Do you know what happened to Death at all?
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[ don't just accept it you little freak ]
Ah, we did follow up on that though... [ since they had a gap of time before actually answering her message ] Based on the investigation you all did, and our own conclusions, we've confirmed that the larger cult body killed Death after suspecting him of betrayal to their goals.
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Really? [well, she supposes that's not a surprise, that's what she was speculating, but.] So what the fuck was the hand?
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[ weird cult shit ]
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[i still think karma did it but karlach has no reason to think this so]
Did you like him? Death.
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... as much as I could like a coworker, I suppose. The other two aren't bad either. I'll have to make sure they live.
[ looking to her ]
Should I not inquire about your heart? It is softer than mine, regardless of whether or not it resides in your chest.
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[just throws that out there.
as for the rest, she just. exhales.]
I'm sad, I'm sure it's obvious. [she rubs at her face.] I wanted a chance to prove Death wrong. And Boothill's...
[lord she doesn't get into that.]
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but anyway ]
Finish your sentence. I cannot read your mind.
[ get into it.... ]
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Gods, well, I would if I even knew how to. I don't know! I like him a lot, we talked - he's got little secrets of mine that I didn't think I'd give. I'm fucking upset. I wanted more time.
I always want more time.
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[ and she's doing it... famine otherwise listens and sighs. they'd just talked about how she'd struggle with her feelings if she was in a place where she couldn't help her friends... ]
... everyone will always want more time. That is the ache of letting someone in. [ it's not said judgmentally, only objectively ]
Do you regret your choice to get to know him?
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she knows this about herself, though. she knows she cares a lot and that it hurts when she does, but.]
No. I don't. Not for a second. [...] That's the whole point of living. Loving people.
... What's going to happen to him? I only half understood the blood thing.
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[ cyborg... blood... payment
but they frown about it ]
I would not go so far as to call it loving people... but you are correct that great adoration cannot come without great mourning. For the privilege of knowing someone, the cost is the silence that comes when they are no longer around. However you must hold onto both in equal measure to respect him, or else that care would be nothing but words.
You do not seem like that type of person, and I would hate to be disappointed.
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silence, as she listens, and at the end - she laughs, a little. just once. sad, flat.]
Well. I'd hate to disappoint you. [...] I'll carry him as long as I've got left.
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[ tilts head ]
... what is it about him that you enjoy? You do not need to speak as though he is already dead.
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[stubbornly. but.]
... He's got charm. He wants to protect kids, his stupid fucking non-cursing was hysterical. [she struggles with tenses here, tail swishing in agitation.] He had heart. Has heart.
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[ is that better or worse? it's hard to say. ]
Favorite non-curse curse? The one about butter and biscuits today was pretty good.
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she has to. take a second, because this kills the karlach, but all she really does is pull her knees to her chest and wrap her tail around her ankles.]
... Son of a nice lady made me laugh.
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famine actually fucking rises from the dirt to sitt up
they'll turn to face her ]
... Oi.
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