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Voice testin', canon is Grim Fandango

[D_M, there's a skeleton in here. A very irritated looking, runty skeleton in an expensive suit taking long drags off of an unfiltered cigarette. He stays silent for a few moments giving a world weary sigh and speaking up, his voice tinged with a heavy Mexican accent.]

Por favor mundane. Just leave me to rest in peace already. I've had enough adventure to last a lifetime.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

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"Whoa, I'll say, you look like something out of Edgar's mind."

[Not that Black Velvetopia wasn't a fun visit at times.]

"Uh, Hey, why won't your mun let you rest?"

[A brief look of confusions flickers across Manny's skeletal face. He's been around the living before, sure, but having them actually talk to him is something completely different.]

That's what I'm worrying about. The buro said something about games, and that was about all I got.

Though he looks just a little too old to be playing with toys.

[Hey, after some of the stuff Raz has seen, he's learned to just roll with whatever comes his way... That doesn't mean he won't shake his head a bit to prevent from staring himself.]

"Oh! I've heard about those! Apparently they're like portals to another world! My agent? She seems to think I'd be good at them because I travel a lot. Is uh, that something you do too?"

[Or whatever it is skeletons do.]

[He just shakes his head again and takes another drag, a thick cloud of smoke pouring out from between his teeth. It looks like a fog machine at a bad metal concert.]

I'm no stranger to travel. Just thought the journey would be over by now.

*Skeleton dude, huh? Elazul has seen weirder anyway.*

You're here, so apparently your mun hasn't taken the hint.

Well, if at first you don't succeed.

[He pauses, rolling the cig between his fingers. It's burnt down to a stub at this point and he doesn't even care.]

I forget how the rest of it goes, but you know what I mean.

"Yeah, I used to wish the circus would just stay put once and a while too. But traveling isn't all bad."

[Especially now that he gets to do it in a jet.]

"Come on. There must be something you still wanna do."

"--try, try again." *He knows the saying well enough.*

Just be mindful not to try the same thing over and over. It's insanity if you keep doing that and expecting a different result.

Hah. You know, I'm not accustomed to seeing civilized skeletons in my world.

My name is Elazul.

The problem is, I already got what I wanted, and this pendejo went and took it from me.

I think a tropical vacation makes a pretty poor substitute for eternal rest, aye?

And I wouldn't be doing my job right if you were.

Manuel Calavera.

[He reaches into his coat and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, shaking out one into his hand and offering it to Elazul]

Ah? Well, there's a first time for anything. *He graciously accepts it, feeling a little awkward with it, but otherwise not too concerned.*

Most of the skeletons I see are armored like I am and attack passers-by without a thought. Generally, it's because people are near their grave sites and hate the noise of the living.

*Using his left hand, he holds the cigarette to his crystallized right hand, and creates a spark by snapping his fingers, using that to light the cigarette. He then brings the cigarette to his mouth, taking a hesitant pull, then starts coughing. Urgh, how embarrassing.*

Sounds like my neighbours.

[He leans forward and places a firm, cold hand on Elazul's shoulder.]

Easy there. Don't want to lose your lungs before everything else, eh?

*Elazul laughs at the neighbors comment.* Not likely to happen. When you're part of an immortal species, a little drug use here and there won't kill you.

*He doesn't mind the contact at all. If it's on his right shoulder, though (which is a giant rock formation that reaches almost to his hair line,) he doesn't even feel his hand. No nerve endings there.*

Besides, *Another slow pull, and he winces, clearing his throat as the urge to cough crops up again.* it's not like I'm fighting for my species' survival anymore. Ah, about 200 years of my life went to that.

*He grins wryly.* A little indulgence, in moderation. I'm still trying to better myself as a Knight. And besides that~, the oldest Jumi to ever live still has her wits about her. And she's breaking... 700? 800? 900 years? I forget....

[If Manny had any eyebrows they would be raised sky-high right about now. Instead he just opts for a low whistle.]

Impressive. Doubt I'll be seeing you around my neck of the woods anytime soon, then.

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"Your neck of the...?" Ah, I see. *He smiles.* In my world, you'd be an underling of the Wisdom named Olbohn, ruler of the underworld. And besides, I've actually died once.

*He winces and takes another drag of the cigarette, though it's still uncomfortable for him. And it seems to be an acquired taste....*

It's a complicated story, that.

Sounds like a real stand-up guy.

[The sarcasm is almost palpable. He flicks the remains of his smoke to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of his shoe.]

I doubt it. People have left the Land of the Dead before, but you must be loco if you think I'm going to believe you just waltzed out of there.

If you're lucky, your player will forget you exist after a time. But you're not going to find any rest and relaxation around here. [ Folds her arms. ] Complaining to them just encourages them further.

No, I couldn't just waltz out of there. I was dead, and there was nothing I can do.

*He shrugs, and doesn't mind the sarcasm one bit. He doesn't care for the guy, either, even if he is a Wisdom of the world.*

Magic is commonplace in my world, and somehow a human managed to revive my entire race with the raw power of his empathy. He died in the process, due to being turned to stone due to the Jumi Curse. But, just like the miracle he created, we Jumi can make them, too. Our cores have healing properties, and they give us life. *He taps the skin near his core with a crystallized fingertip.*

All two-thousand or so of us combined our power to bring him back, and we did. Considering so many of us needed to do so to revive one human, the realization of just what he did for us is... even if we revived him, it's a debt that is impossible to properly repay.

*He shakes his head.*

[Manny waits and listens, nodding when he feels it's appropriate and toeing the cigarette ashes with the tip of his shoe.]

Well, if it's any consolation, I'm sure he got his just rewards.

Good deed like that doesn't go by without getting a spot on your record, you know?

[Manny stares for a bit before shaking his head again.]

I wouldn't be where I am now if I was lucky.

Guess I could stand to wait a little while longer, at least.

*Elazul arches an eyebrow.*

I'm... not sure I understand. A "spot on your record"? That's not a phrase I'm familiar with.

That's because you don't hang around with the right kinds of people. [By which he means dead people.]

You'll understand it sooner or later. Probably later.

...I see.

*Welp, he's at a loss right now. What do? Uh... smalltalk...?*

What's your world like?

So what were you doing before you ended up here?

"Maybe."

[Though a tropical vacation doesn't sound so bad to him!]

"Hmm. So you think your mun won't let you go back to sleep until you play a game with him? Have you tried sleeping anyway? What if someone hits you like really, really hard?"

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Voice testin', canon is Grim Fandango

Hello, fellow Tim Schafer-ish creation o/

Hi-fives all around

hooyahh! \o/

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And excuse me while I fangirl. .:D

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(unfortunately I caught you just as I heading out, but I'll be back!)

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Alright, later!

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mannyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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don't get your hopes up, I'm pretty bad at this.

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we all start somewhere

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