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ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ([personal profile] necrolord) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2021-12-18 10:55 pm

02 . december catch-all

Who: [personal profile] necrolord and you!
What: A necromancer enjoys Bone Season.
When: December.
Where: Throughout Trench.

Content Warnings: Will be marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

(1) recruitment: OTA.
There is a man in the Archives. He doesn't look like much: average height, average build, dressed in simple blacks. He chews his lip as he thumbs through some borrowed tome. There's an untidy stack of ancient books beside him, the titles Rituals of Trench: Remembering Our Pasts and Legends of Trench: Curses and Causations glinting in the lamplight. The one in his hands seems to be The Sleeper Condition. If you've come to do some research on the current issues plaguing town, you'll have to approach this plain and faintly rumpled-looking stranger.

He drums his fingers against the tabletop as he reads, and at the approach of any passerby, he looks up.

His eyes are oil-black and horribly, weightily inhuman.

"I don't suppose," he says, by way of greeting, "you've run across much explanation for the squidly reincarnation? All our esteemed authors seem to take the tentacles as a normal fact of life."
(2) recruitment: existing CR.
It is, by and large, a quiet day in Trench. The God of Necromancers can be found ambling from Gaze to the Blood Ministers' District and back again, sometimes with his facepainted attaché and sometimes not. You might even spot him down by the docks, standing out among the brawn and bustle of sailors.

Regardless, he brightens when he spots an even slightly familiar face, and raises a hand in hello.

"Remind me," he says, bracingly, "how you feel about sailing?"
(3) wildcard.
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lipochrome: (mom's spaghetti)

[personal profile] lipochrome 2022-01-29 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, cool. I'm gonna tell Harrow flesh magic's your favorite.

[ You know, as a bit. Gideon frankly does not care about what God thinks of skeletons. That's nerd shit.

At his comment about Harrow, Gideon blinks, a touch surprised. Does this mean -- did he know she hated the biscuits this whole time? Does he know that Harrow hates flavors, and also smells? Surely not. ]


Yeah, this really isn't her thing. I do wanna bring her back something, though. Like -- [ Gideon frowns, searching for the right word, and lands on a phrase she's only ever read in comics ] -- a party favor? Yeah.