07 . march/april catchall

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and friends.
What: God's life grows more complicated.
When: Late March into April; follows Bone House mingle and Sleepy Town log
Where: Catacombs, Bone House, etc.

Content Warnings: Marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[necrolord]

That gambit worked?

[ The smile warms and brightens. He dips his head as though chagrined, a sort of You've got me there, and picks up his drink again. A little of the tension eases, by degrees. ]

In my defense, it was very funny. No, I don't see the future. If only. My domains are life and death... and the places in between. Flesh, bone, spirit. Time is still free to kick my ass.

[hauntedsavior]

[anna shrugs with the sense of "yeah, idk what to tell you", but she and the boat are both back safely, so yeah, it definitely did work. there's more, though, and she thinks back to another conversation that she'd had about things of this nature recently.]

So are you one of Paul's sources? Because I had a very interesting conversation with Paul recently about magic soul bullshit, and he wasn't willing to share any names. [if he is, she doesn't need to lie. if he's not, she still trusts him enough to go into more detail. how could anyone with the life philosophy of "in my defense, it was very funny" be untrustworthy?] I talked to him about the idea of nudging a couple of souls that are already intertwined just a little closer together. That still fall under your domain?

[necrolord]

You're in luck. Magic soul bullshit is my middle name. [ Wedge it in between Jacob and Jingleheimer, he doesn't say. ] That was almost certainly about me, so here's hoping he said good things. Yeah, I could have a look at that.

[ More like a melange, less like a Lyctor. Only moderately heretical, really. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Getting to be a bit of a mouthful, Jingles. [she says it from behind her beer, nursing it as she is. perhaps it's disrespectful to reduce the true name of god to that.]

But that's good. When I actually figure out what I'm looking for, I'll hit you back up. And if I'm honest, the only one I've ever heard say anything bad about you is G—and, like, even then she just said she didn't think you were that cool. [that does raise some questions, though. with the context of gideon, and what teacher needed to do in the immediate post-apocalypse. she lowers her voice again, an easy tell that she's about to talk about something more serious.]

So all of them. Gideon, Harrow, Palamedes. Did you raise them from the same ashes as the rest of it?