Sweet Serial Killer | Catch All (Semi-Closed)

[necroprince]

Who: Ianthe Tridentarius + Assorted Others (Closed for now)
What: Ianthe arrives, moves into the worst house in the neighborhood, has catty necromancer talks with her worst pal, lives her best worst life.
When: December.
Where: Primarily Gaze.

Content Warnings: Misogynistic language, body horror, cannibalism, necromancy, Ianthe Tridentarius, codependent relationships.

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[megatheorem]

[Worse: they are goofy yellow rainboots, and he wears them when it's not even raining. As a Sixth weirdo, he's excused from having to give a shit about "looks good" and "makes sense to wear." Which is all to say that her nose wrinkle gives him an iota of satisfaction, while petty, and he cherishes it.

Blood of Eden planet surprises him only somewhat; to that he nods and says,] Sure; break clause.

[You know, Break Clause, the thing everybody knew about and nobody from the Empire was unfortunately blindsided by. That the Sixth - he assumes, because he and Cam would not just leave them behind - have break clause'd out of reach is a buoying thing; he feels a fraction better about one of the many crushing unknowns of what's gone on back there.]

In the River— I set up a contingency plan for everything going tits up at Canaan House, which, well. We were all there. You can call it a bubble, although it was more of an anchor point for a soul. Mine. Camilla would have been following my instructions to get me out of there.

[That was a small eon ago; it's fine to share it.]

Do you know what's happened to my family?