BOND

[deerlyloved]

Who: everyooone
When: Day 64, late evening
Where: the lounge

[It may be eternal night, but it's night on the clock when the lounge car is taken over by ~*~spooky things~*~!

The candles linens thrown over the table were stolen from Licorice's dorm, but the crystal ball was awkwardly bought for this purpose by someone who has absolutely no idea what he's doing and absolutely no social skills.

In other words there's a really nervous scrawny guy in a witch hat sitting in the lounge trying and failing to look like a fortune teller. He will address those who enter in a very small voice.]

Uhm... Do you want to talk to dead people?

[Or you could be doing something else who knows. Feel free to hijack the post.]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

[ You know what? Crow wants the sparks. ]

Sure, why not?

[deerlyloved]

...

[He... thinks a moment for responding. And then, completely deadpan:]

The ghosts say you're a jerk.

[bad_crowmance]

Are you sure the ghosts aren't biased?

[deerlyloved]

Ghosts can't lie.

[bad_crowmance]

I didn't say they'd lied! Just that maybe they could be influenced.

[deerlyloved]

They're not.

[bad_crowmance]

Fair enough!

[ Does it help he doesn't seem to disagree at all. ]

[deerlyloved]

You seem proud of it.

[bad_crowmance]

It's more like I don't see the point in denying it.

[deerlyloved]

If you know it's true, you should change.

[bad_crowmance]

Why would I want to do that?

[deerlyloved]

Cause otherwise eventually someone's gonna stab you.

[bad_crowmance]

You don't say.

[ Should he show Francis the chest scar? Things Crow is now pondering. ]

[deerlyloved]

Or shoot you. Or blow you up.

[bad_crowmance]

Blow me up? That's a lot of effort for a bit of annoyance.

[deerlyloved]

For most people.

[Look he knows a girl who can and will blow up anything anytime.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'm not really worried about getting blown up, anyway.

[deerlyloved]

Didn't you get mad at me for not caring about dying?

[bad_crowmance]

Oh, I care very much about dying - I just don't think I'm going to. At least, not from you.

[deerlyloved]

I've killed people.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm sure you have.

[ His tone's blasé, but he actually does believe it. ]

But you don't strike me as the kind of guy to kill someone just for being a jerk.

1/2

[deerlyloved]

I'm not usually.

[Except when he gets angry. Because when he gets angry--


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[deerlyloved]

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holy shit he's angry. Crow can see him go from grouchy to abruptly just. Really startled, for no apparent reason.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ ...?

Crow sees the mode switch but he has absolutely no idea what caused it. ]

You okay?

[deerlyloved]

I'm... mad.

[He says this like someone just told him he's actually a clone or something. Total wonder and a little fear.]

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah, I'd kinda noticed. Is there something unusual about that?

[bowtiedbones]

[CUTE...]

Am I allowed if I'm already a necromancer?

[deerlyloved]

I guess. You might be disappointed though.

[Because he will be making shit up.]

[bowtiedbones]

Or I might not! I only talk to animals when I do mine.

[deerlyloved]

Well, then...

[he makes a very intent face at the crystal ball for a second, then stops, looking extremely embarrassed]

They say that's a cool power.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh! Thanks, that's very kind of them.

[deerlyloved]

I only talk to nice ghosts.

[He only makes up nice ghosts.]

[bowtiedbones]

That's a good policy. Jerks don't need extra airtime!

[bestbrotherever]

[Loki's looking around and scoffing at the display, but he does give the question a moment of serious thought.]

Would those currently lost to Malice be dead and thus capable of talking through your... power?

[deerlyloved]

Uh. I guess so?

[He's making it all up so anything goes, he supposes.]

[bestbrotherever]

You sound uncertain.

[deerlyloved]

I don't really know how that stuff works...

[bestbrotherever]

Ah. I suppose I could try for myself, but I am no necromancer. Nor seer.

[deerlyloved]

Me neither. It's just for sparks.

[bestbrotherever]

[Yeah Loki's gonna go back to rolling his eyes and chuckling as he turns his attention back to the decor, particularly the crystal ball.]

Then why would you risk toying with powers you do not understand...? [He says as he taps the crystal ball, both for show and to attempt to sense any magical power it might have.]

[deerlyloved]

[The crystal ball is... completely inert.]

It's a costume... 'cause it's a Licorice thing.

[bestbrotherever]

[Shaking his head, still smirking.]

It is all fake... What strange entertainments you mortals come up with.

[deerlyloved]

People are weird, but I'm not the one who decided on the bonds...

[shintaiprotagonist]

Oh? And what have the dead to say, my friend?

[deerlyloved]

[Give him a moment to attempt, badly, to theatrically squint into the crystal ball.]

...That they wish us good luck.

[shintaiprotagonist]

[firmly suppressing his amusement. this is cute.]

Kind of them. Though our success benefits them as well, I should think.

[deerlyloved]

It benefits everybody. Except the bad guys...

[shintaiprotagonist]

As you say.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....

Yeah, sure.

[Please don't actually talk to dead people in my life.]