We can, but if it's an order being placed, it won't arrive until the next week. If it's something simple, we may be able to provide it from our own supply depending on what it is.
You're all such cryptic assholes. [She snorts, scratching at her cheek with the smoke propped out in her fingers.] I guess I'll take what I can get.
[She looks to them. Trying to catch something behind the visor. The light doesn't permit her a peak, so she has nothing but imagination to paint a picture. Blank red expanse, adorned horns, the cape.]
...Does it work different here? Dying?
[She never bought into any god. Not even being raised with regular Sunday attendance, community participation. It wasn't in her nature to believe.
Now though, that has to change. By force. Camille has never felt big in any sense, but there's a particular smallness to realizing how broad the scope of reality is.]
[Frankly it's the only conversation she's got left in her. craaaawling in my skiiiiinnn]
Who isn't? [Don't answer that.] There's never been any sort of mysticism in Chicago, Illinois. Nor in Wind Gap for that matter. When you die, you die. Fade to black.
Here?
[She gestures around. This town is so spooky]
I have no idea what to expect. Even without the ritual.
I am not a religious man even though much of my people are. Perhaps you will have the luxury of simply ceasing to exist altogether. The light going out. You are here and aware, and then you aren't.
[ but they get it. the apprehension. ]
Despite not being a religious man, I will say that I think you'll be just fine.
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they remain how they are, but it doesn't appear to bother them in the slightest. ]
More than likely, but out of uncertain safety precautions. I don't believe they harbor you too much ill-will when an affliction is involved.
Except maybe Yuffie, of course.
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Definitely not Yuffie, no.
[She thinks a moment.]
You can grab stuff for people, right? Can I ask a favour?
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[ they nod. ]
Go ahead.
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[Camille takes another puff. She's blinking a little too much. When she looses the smoke and answers she looks to her feet, voice quiet.]
Give her a locket with their pictures in it. Aerith and Cloud. Something to remember them by.
Don't say who it's from.
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[ hmmmm. they watch her for a moment or two. ]
I cannot make any guarantees, of course, but we shall see. In the end, I think... it shall work out for the best.
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You're all such cryptic assholes. [She snorts, scratching at her cheek with the smoke propped out in her fingers.] I guess I'll take what I can get.
[She looks to them. Trying to catch something behind the visor. The light doesn't permit her a peak, so she has nothing but imagination to paint a picture. Blank red expanse, adorned horns, the cape.]
...Does it work different here? Dying?
[She never bought into any god. Not even being raised with regular Sunday attendance, community participation. It wasn't in her nature to believe.
Now though, that has to change. By force. Camille has never felt big in any sense, but there's a particular smallness to realizing how broad the scope of reality is.]
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Are you scared? About dying and about what comes after you do?
[ they don't sound judgmental, more curious. conversational? terrible conversation topic, but you know. ]
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Who isn't? [Don't answer that.] There's never been any sort of mysticism in Chicago, Illinois. Nor in Wind Gap for that matter. When you die, you die. Fade to black.
Here?
[She gestures around. This town is so spooky]
I have no idea what to expect. Even without the ritual.
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I am not a religious man even though much of my people are. Perhaps you will have the luxury of simply ceasing to exist altogether. The light going out. You are here and aware, and then you aren't.
[ but they get it. the apprehension. ]
Despite not being a religious man, I will say that I think you'll be just fine.