Lovecraftian OC practice for ExitVoid

[1800ffhtagn]

While I- appreciate the attention- r-really, I really do, I'm not sure if- if I can handle something so so- so very- [Licks his lip, a nervous sigh escaping through teeth as he tugs at his collar.]

-Dreary. Not that I'm not used to that sort of thing. I am- I mean, anyone would be used to dreary in my line of work, the people- the families, though maybe it's not so terrible, I do like holding hands with them as they grieve- not that I feel, happy they are grieving mind you I just- just-

No I- Simply should not be in a place like that! [Puts his hands up, arms close to his sides.] Really! I- I don't know what I'll do with all those- those.. haahh- Dead bodies everywhere... Do they just lay around or- I hope not, my goodness gracious...

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[deathscore]

[This guy's pretty twitchy, isn't he? Peony grins at him slyly.]

You hope they don't just lay around? Sounds like an exciting place.

[1800ffhtagn]

[Um, hello there............ That smile doesn't feel quite- welcoming. He smiles back weakly.]

It sounds exciting in a manner I'm not quite sure I should be part of. It sounds exciting like in a way that might surely- ah, LORD almighty, how ever will I deal with- them all t-t--talking to me. I hope so too-

I mean they cant just- lay around... right?

[deathscore]

[Wow rude, his smile is perfectly welcoming. Ashley is just paranoid! It's like he can't even quite finish a sentence. Timid people are just so cute.]

Better talking to you than eating your brains, I'd think.

[Guess who reads cheesy zombie books? Peony does.]

[1800ffhtagn]

[Well, he certainly isn't unattractive in his smiling. His appearance most definitely is welcoming! Maybe it, it isn't so sly? Ashley has such a hard time telling the difference between certain expressions. Honestly all of them confuse and unnerve him.]

Eating my- my brains? Why that's preposterous! [Not this guy.]

[Though- considering things, it doesn't sound that preposterous, infact is sounds... possible. Many things sound possible- now. Many many, uncomfortable, terrifying, loathsome things-

He grows quiet, thoughtful, a hand kneading a thumb along his jaw line pensively.]

[deathscore]

[That's certainly not the reaction he expected. Peony was kind of hoping for a little panic he could have a laugh at - before eventually helping him calm down, of course.]

Didn't you know? Dead men walking need to feed on living humans to keep in shape. It's not like they make their own new cells, anymore.

[He hasn't quite given up yet.]

not lovecraft but in his first canon all his gods are lovecraftian ha ha ha,,,

[aesculapianavowal]

... I would assume that dead bodies would just lay around and do nothing, since they're... well. Very dead.

But in games, you never know, I guess.

Anyway, do dead bodies just unnerve you, or is it something else? You certainly don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, but I'm a bit curious.

Woooo, Ashley knows jack shit about the gods, they just- know lots a shit about him.

[1800ffhtagn]

Yes well someone could do something about them? Someone, not- not me someone, someone else, possibly, hopefully. I'd guess I would be a good candidate to 'deal' with them considering my trade yet these days I'm just so very- hm?

Games- yes, right these are just... just games, of course. I suppose they're not- exactly real then, but then- then either am I, so, if I'm not real and they're not real, are they real to me... I- gosh I'm not quite certain anymore.

Oh no no no! [Actually he chuckles a little at that.] Surely not- on their own. I'm a mortician by trade- well, an apprentice rather. I'd certainly hope the passed wouldn't unnerve me on-... on they're own.

Woooo all of the gods in his canon used pseudonyms so he just flat out knows jack shit oops

[aesculapianavowal]

Ah, you mean like people burying them or something? I'd assume there's one or two moral souls there to handle the corpses, in some way or another... If it's not already handled by the game.

And, I like to think there's levels of meta here. The muns and the games, then us. I'd like to believe whatever we go through in the games that muns put us though is real enough to us, right? So we don't really have to, well... Worry about our state of reality? [ at least not in comparison to muns and games ]

A mortician? [ think hippo think ] ... So you're someone who makes bodies look nice after they've died? Or the apprentice of one?

[ At home, death is pretty uncommon; or at least, being prettified is uncommon, so Hippocrates is more relying on what he remembers from books rather than actual, real life experiences... ]

That certainly would make things confusing.

[1800ffhtagn]

Yes! Yes most definitely burying them, or burning them, or- why it's such a shame to cremate with embalming doing ever so well these days, yet if they, they burn they have no mouths. Haahh- [Holds his hands together, his finger tips touching from both hands. Index to index, middle to middle, ring to ring and so on and so forth.]

Mmm- Ah- then I don't like it then. I don't like it. I can't be there when I have places t-to be! I must- fix- fix it. Oh darnit this really is such a pickle. [Deep, breath. Nnnph.]

Yes- I have, enough to worry about- mmm I yes, I am, I study under my father. Though lately- [A head tilt, glancing to the side.] I do, rather well for myself, if I get their mouths stitched fast enough. [Weak smile.]

[mathematician]

Good God, man, get a hold of yourself. You're going to fall to pieces the second you get there if you're like this at just the thought of being there.

[1800ffhtagn]

I- like this? I doubt I'll fall to pieces exactly that would be- Oh right I- [Pause.] Figure of speech sorry. [Um-]

I know I need to, I suppose- pull myself together. [Closes his eyes, deeeep breath through his nostrils.] But why would me- my "mun" do this? Give me a goal and then strip it by putting me in some, some dreadful place?!

[mathematician]

Do you want the real reason, or the nice reason?

[1800ffhtagn]

The real reason, naturally...

Lovecraft you say!

[crawl_into_my_chaos]

Oh what's the matter... at least you'll have people looking out for you.

I do say.

[1800ffhtagn]

-L- looking for me? [Stare.]

[crawl_into_my_chaos]

Oh well that too of course, but don't be silly! That comes with the territory!

But you'd have the support of the other muses as well for strength and support. Humans typically flock together in times of crisis and in the face of alien threats and things work out fine, at least in the short term.

[1800ffhtagn]

Um- Yes I suppose you're right- [Feels his gut twist.] Alien threats, are- you saying there will be them there? Something enough for people to band together? Are you trying to prepare me or- why- are you telling me this?

[newmoononmonday]

Dude, you're goin' someplace with zombies? That's pretty... [Artemis pause, cocking his head to the side thoughtfully] Actually, that'd probably suck, good luck with that though, bro.

[1800ffhtagn]

Du-dude? [Um.]

"Suck"? You- have an interesting way of- expressing yourself but, zombies might be pushing it I mean- I mean just the dead, those who lay without essence, as it were. They're- hah-- they're worse enough.

[newmoononmonday]

It's called slang. [he shrugs, no big deal, bro, it's all cool] But yeah, usually when places got dead bodies scattered around, they end bein' zombies. S'what my mun says, anyway. But I guess plain ol' dead bodies would be pretty bad too, cuz'a diseases an' stuff, right? Maybe you oughtta bring a flamethrower along too, just in case.

[1800ffhtagn]

Yes, I'm aware of 'slang' just not that particular style- I think it might might be beyond me, or my time- perhaps.

They end up- you speak from experience.... Bodies where I'm from normally stay dead. Stay dead and become beautiful by my hand again, lay in linen lined boxes among flowers, or as ashy dust in a decorative urn.

-Y-yes. Because of-

Diseases and stuff. [Sure...]

[A swallow. A pause.]

-Flamethrower? [Is that as literal as it sounds?]

[normancy]

Are you okay, mister?

[1800ffhtagn]

Y-yes I- I'll be fine. [All these children, honestly. This one looks rather young though- he tries to pull on a small smile.]

Really now, you shouldn't have to trouble yourself with my- erm- [A deep breath, glancing to the side.] Dilemma...

[normancy]

It's okay to be afraid, sometimes. I think you have a good reason for it.

[1800ffhtagn]

[A pause-] That's, a very brave thing for a young boy to say- why- do you say that exactly...?