( audio | un: warlock )

[necromantiae]

Indulge my curiosity for a moment, would you?

( could you deny a face like his? could you? you couldn't. which is good because he's going to ask a somewhat morbid question. )

We're all, apparently, dead. But some of us have died again and been returned via the church. Some of us have disappeared or died and not been returned. Are they still here somewhere? Or have they been sent back to where they came from?

Those are hypothetical questions, by the way. Feel free to try and answer but I think it's going to be a lot of time that could be spent on something more fruitful.

My actual question: could the the way of dying a second time crucial to who stays and who goes? Or did those of us that have been lost end somewhere in this place that we've yet to find?

( he knows that it's not necessarily a fun thing to think about but he recalls the resurrection of his aunt hilda after her many deaths at the hands of his other aunt versus how harvey's brother had come back. two dead people returned to the land of the living but only one went on to live a relatively normal life.

ambrose knows that might be because hilda is a witch herself and tommy was a normal human. but his curiosity still stands. )

Do we need to institute the buddy system to make sure no one else wanders off and doesn't come back?

( he's joking. mostly. )

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[unpredict]

[ necromancy! now that's something he wishes that had been something more readily available within his witchy culture. ]

My soul was on another plane known as the Other Side. It's where all souls go that aren't mortal. [ not mortal! doesn't that make you instantly think "witch" and not "vampire"? ] It took a great deal of power and skill that many don't have to bring someone back.

[ esther mikaelson, one of the greatest witches in the history of witches, and davina claire. he's known plenty of witches in his time, but none of them have ever been that connected to their magic.

he's already weighed up whether he wants to give the nitty gritty details of his resurrections. there's no harm—perhaps his new friend has a similar story up his sleeve. ]

One witch had to put me in a new body, which required very intense preparation, and another had to resurrect my body from ash. Both aren't very easy feats.

[necromantiae]

A new body? Now, that is something I haven't heard of before. Resurrection where I'm from happens in the same body, as far as I'm aware. I haven't heard of one's soul being transferred from one vessel to another.

( that's what he assumes happened, at least. )

Was your other body unable to be saved?

[unpredict]

It was ash.

[ he says it with such an easy tone, like it was merely a bump in the road. in reality, it had meant everything—being brought back in the body of kaleb westphall had left so much to be desired… most importantly, the weakness of his magic. esther mikaelson had purposefully chosen to shove him into a body that would leave him wanting. ]

Generally the soul needs a body to return to… and I didn't have that luxury. It takes great magic and skill to restore a body. A little less seems to be required for fetching a soul.

[necromantiae]

Well, I do hope that I don't ever run into a situation where I have to be implanted into a new body. There seems to be a lot of room for error though.

( he supposes that the line of business he's in means he has access to a lot of bodies but he also would really not like to take a walk down that road. )

So, who did your body belong to before?

[unpredict]

[ now this is where it gets a little tricky. with the truth, it sounds awful—mother dearest had prepared the body of an unwilling soul for him to jump into—but if he spins it…

kol's still coming to terms with the fact that he had felt like himself for the first time in centuries in another body. all he wants to do is showcase the power of magic and the different types of death and resurrections that are possible. it gets people curious, right? ]

A witch. [ he says it easily, like it's not packed with anything. ] A lot easier to acclimatise to being back in the realm of the living while feeling somewhat familiar. I wouldn't recommend body-jacking, despite my experience. I was a little homesick.

[necromantiae]

Well, you did pick a rather nice body to have your soul deposited into. Is that strange to say? Too late, I've already said it.

( you were nice to look at, kol. that's what he meant. )

Not that you need my approval but I approve.

[unpredict]

[ well… that's a lot nicer than "your face is just fine"! ]

What do you base your approval on? I'm curious.

[necromantiae]

Oh, a very comprehensive and exhaustive list that I have cross checked, memorized and catalogued over the course of many years.

( what a bunch of bullshit. )

Or maybe I base it on the fact that I am shallow and you have been both interesting to speak with and nice to look at.

[unpredict]

Ah—there's your very comprehensive list. No need to be shy about that.

[ kol laughs. while he may posture as though he has arrogance and confidence oozing out of his pores, sometimes it's nice to be reminded of the shallow things. a little appreciation goes a long way! ]

And what is my complimenter's name? Surely not Warlock?

[ he knows he can easily look this up, but that's no fun. and "warlock"... well, he's fun. ]

[necromantiae]

Ambrose Spellman. I am a warlock but that is not my name. My parents would be quite the unoriginal duo if that's what they came up with.

( he's not sure where ambrose came from but he's grown to like it. )

And yourself? I'm guessing it's Kol but I could be wrong.