shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Cough wheeze laughs before straightening up and taking a deep breath. He lets it out slowly with a few more laughs, touch-checks his hair, and then sighs.* Alright, I'm fine. I'm good.

 

Yes That Is Also My Domaine. Fuck Off.

... Wait What. He Wasnt Hitting On Me He Was Being A Douchebag. Right?

 

-sneaks in and sneaks up on Eclipse, looking at the flower with sparkling optics. Can't ask for it though. Nope.-

 

Did she bind your soul, then? Or something else? This 'nanotech'...?

[He affectionately pats Dorian's cheek. Cutest husband ever.]

 

(starts snickering and then also bursts out into helpless laughter)

 

...still mine, Kicks. Get your own.

 

[Her laughter sets him off again. The Iron Bull wiggling.]

 

Wouldn't put that past her, but I think it was nanotech. Little machines.

 

(She is picturing a naked Bull wiggling. This is alarmingly close to an actual memory of hers.)

 

*In return he flashes a grin and pats near Helios' rear before cracking up once more. Damn it, he's not fine. The Bull Wiggles.*

 

I don't even want, it JEEZ!
I just wanted to take a look!

 

If someone could kindly stop hurting people just to make me feel responsible, perhaps he might find a warmer welcome.

 

I would be delighted to. You were talking about how putting a soul back in a body was hard? The secret is in nailing the soul down while they're living.

 

[His wings tilt down a little, apologetic.]

...be careful.

 

[He finally manages to compose himself. Mostly.]

Hm. This sounds more like something Dagna would be able to work with. I don't even know if she'd be able to reach here, since dwarves can't dream.

Well, yes, but that's hideously unethical. And typically the aid of a demon is required in the doing, since you need something that can stand both within and without the Fade, to anchor the soul in the moment of passing. Dorian would know the mechanics better than I, especially if he ever managed to--

@Dorian Pavus, did Cassandra ever manage to get you those books from the Grand Necropolis?

 

I'm always careful with plants!
-his insulted frown smooths over though as he leans a little closer and makes a small appreciative noise. What a pretty flower. Of course all flowers are beautiful in their own way. But this one is very cute.-

 

"Well, see -- anyone of noble blood is a potential candidate, so we all received our Nails at graduation. Literally nails of enchanted metal that are driven into our heads in a number of places. They help counter attempts at possession and mind control, but they also usefully keep the soul attached to the body in case it can be revived. I don't know if demons are involved, but we do use demons for a lot of things.

 

[He winces.]

That sounds incredibly painful. Is there a reason why they were doing this? I know that the Mortalitasi have their own reasons for the catacombs, but I can't see the purpose of stabbing ever noble for the sake of reviving them. What would be the point of binding someone to the flesh rather than letting them return beyond the Veil?

 

That's rich, you think it's to make you feel responsible? You fucked up but you're not the main problem, only those who get in my way towards the top brass get hurt. It's not about you.

That's not to say I'm not mad, I am, just saying that it's not to get back at you that I kill people.

 

aint hitting on your pathetic excuse for a vward.