Isaac and his mun have their usual conflict... and a thought on a recent event.

[relictusdeus]

You again? I had supposed that lingering cough of yours would be the death of you. [A low, ghoulish giggle escapes him, though it is entirely mirthless.] A shame.

And what is it you want now? That I throw myself at others' feet and kiss them that they might accompany me in your precious little game? [He scoffs, cooly glancing aside.] A place on the floor suits you better, dog.

[Isaac just has charm coming out of his ass, doesn't he? :/]

...Oh, and worry not of the pouch Zevran entrusted to me. Its contents... remain untouched... [A thin, considering smile tugs at his lips.] For now.

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[swordprincess]

A lingering cough? Perhaps your mun should see a physician. It's not good to keep on like that.

[She may be a bit sensitive, since her own illness will eventually be the death of her.]

[relictusdeus]

Oh, she has made quite a splendid recovery... how fortunate of her.

[swordprincess]

That's good. Illness should never be taken lightly. It's one thing that cannot be bested with a sword.

[relictusdeus]

[He rolls his eyes lightly, but musters the patience to smile after a moment.]

'tis one of many things, my dear.

[swordprincess]

So it is.

I wonder what happens to us..."muses", when our mun dies. Would we be trapped, or would we simply die with them?

[relictusdeus]

All whom have not spawned of their mundanes shall most certainly outlive them. As for all the rest...

[He gives a flippant, dismissive wave of his hand, giggling lowly.]

[swordprincess]

I see.

How about you? Have you spawned from your mundane?

[relictusdeus]

[He fixes her a look of sneering, amused incredulity.]

Please. I have no relation to that creature.

[swordprincess]

Really??

[Eyes are wide, and her tone is genuinely surprised.]

But she is your mundane, is she? You live in her...headspace?