[Maybe the lack of answer is an answer in and of itself, for Waltaquin, who tilts her head to the side like she's looking at a piece of wildlife outside the window, unbothered it but finding it inexplicable.]
We weren't close. [She says that like it shouldn't be a surprise.] When we did battle with her, though, I could feel it.
[ He knows the feeling, but he's been experiencing that for a long time now. Sure, he had a lot of power back home, but it wasn't comparable to his peers, not in the same way. ]
...I felt powerless in a different way when I realized she had passed. We don't have as much impact on what happens here as we would like to think. I told her to live, but that had no bearing on her survival in the end.
Not just powerless. [Incomplete, that way she sometimes felt when the monoliths of memories washed over her and the reflection in the pool was black and dark.]
We don't say who gets to live. Our only hand is in who dies and the vengeance of the dead.
[Waltaquin has never searched for or absorbed the knowledge of how to set anything free. She knows only the dark burning flame that bends the dead to heel.
And the ghost made of vengeance and fear and hatred wound into a ball of yarn.]
Do you think there's someone like that here? For me, that is.
looks up at the sky and then at waltaquin's whole Thing
Do you think there's anyone from here I would bring with me, given the option to pick them up and cram them into a doll or however else we plan to do this?
[She doesn't blink the entire time she's saying this.]
Anyway, what I believe I'm saying is I just don't think we should let anything go to waste.
Well, yes. Do you expect less of a necromancer? [This sentence is delivered with a slight speckle of darkness, a judgment she doesn't normally pass on her sorcery.]
They keep telling us to work together. That should include them. If this is how, so be it.
Should I get the chance, I would help you raise them. Though... my power makes it as such that once I turn someone into a fierce corpse, there is no going back.
[ That's the real caveat here, and the only thing that would prevent him from doing it. What if someone here can revive them all? ]
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That's certainly part of it. I already said it, though, didn't I - It's not as if I was surprised to be set upon. Blood is the only language here.
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[ He might be unobservant a lot of the time, but he did remember that!! ]
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[Her tongue clicks hard in the back of her mouth.]
Ever since Xiao... I haven't felt the same.
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It bothers him. A lot. So, he doesn't answer that question. ]
Why is that? Because her power went out of control? Or were you close?
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We weren't close. [She says that like it shouldn't be a surprise.] When we did battle with her, though, I could feel it.
[One skeleton... a dragon the size of a dog...]
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[ He knows the feeling, but he's been experiencing that for a long time now. Sure, he had a lot of power back home, but it wasn't comparable to his peers, not in the same way. ]
...I felt powerless in a different way when I realized she had passed. We don't have as much impact on what happens here as we would like to think. I told her to live, but that had no bearing on her survival in the end.
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We don't say who gets to live. Our only hand is in who dies and the vengeance of the dead.
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And even then... is it really vengeance when it turns out like this?
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[Flirting and laughing and pretending to love and know each other on this network between their devices, just words on a page.]
But I know there has to be something inside them screaming, wanting to claw at the heart of what hurt it.
Ah... What to do?
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[ He knows it has. ]
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[Of course it has.]
In this state, I never could. [She glances down at her gloved hands.] Say we did. Where would we put them? What would we stuff them into?
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[ He smiles a little. ]
Or we could set them free… send them to the real afterlife. Oh, but not me. Someone else would do that.
[ Though… he did tell Merlin that he’d keep him as his own personal ghost as a joke, but… ]
Unless there was someone you’d want to keep by your side.
everything in this game happens so fucking much amb
[Waltaquin has never searched for or absorbed the knowledge of how to set anything free. She knows only the dark burning flame that bends the dead to heel.
And the ghost made of vengeance and fear and hatred wound into a ball of yarn.]
Do you think there's someone like that here? For me, that is.
looks up at the sky and then at waltaquin's whole Thing
What do you mean?
[ What needs to be set free? ]
no i'm sure that everything is very fine
[She doesn't blink the entire time she's saying this.]
Anyway, what I believe I'm saying is I just don't think we should let anything go to waste.
totally
[ He's just saying. ]
So, you would like to use the dead here in whatever way we can?
[ There's no judgement in his tone. ]
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Well, yes. Do you expect less of a necromancer? [This sentence is delivered with a slight speckle of darkness, a judgment she doesn't normally pass on her sorcery.]
They keep telling us to work together. That should include them. If this is how, so be it.
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[ That's the real caveat here, and the only thing that would prevent him from doing it. What if someone here can revive them all? ]
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That's how it would be - unless we're to try something that's never been done before.
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[ A smile quirks up at the corner of his lips. ]
I've created a conscious fierce corpse before. If you're considering fully reviving them, then perhaps the two of us together could manage it.
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I thought if only I could amass a little more power... I might finally grasp these ideas that have been eluding me.
What's the likelihood, you think, that they'd come back all wrong no matter how strong I became?
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That depends. How often do they come back wrong for you back home?
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[And if she were adding more warriors to her army of corpses, then that confidence would persevere.
She understands now more than ever what it really means to be a necromancer, to embrace that satisfaction.]
Using it for something like this? It's never been of interest to me.
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[ He smiles a little, crossing his arms. ]
That’s the fierce corpse I gave consciousness. I did it to repay a debt… and because I said I could.
[ When he wasn’t sure if he could do it. He may be stupid— ]
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[But we are not the same, a little voice in the back of her head scratches like a fingernail. Even less so now.]
Helping others with necromancy has simply never crossed my mind.
I think we're all like that.
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damn amb we never got to churn out one more pc with these freaks...
POURS ONE OUT may they meet again in another game someday to be sickos again
LISTEN YOU SAY THE WORD AND I'M THERE apparently i just play her now
hehehehehehehe