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[fogey]

[ well, there's no way to say it, except to say it, so: ]

One of us died today. Big guy, blond hair. I don't know his name. I found his body.

[ that's his schtick, isn't it? finding bodies. ]

What I do know is that he fell on some rocks near the beach. Looks like an accident, no foul play. The fall shouldn't have killed him.

[ could've, if the bastard really were that unlucky, but it's unlikely. besides: ]

But it did break his lantern. Seems like Winters was telling the truth about that after all. Before anyone asks:

1) No, I didn't see it happen.
2) Yes, I checked for a pulse.
3) No, I didn't do it.

[ juST COVERING HIS BASES THERE ]

One more thing. I had to step away to get my tablet. When I came back, both he and his lantern were gone. No one else was here, I'm positive. They just vanished into thin air.

[ ooc | so as of today, rosinante (callada) is dead :C feel free to threadjack in this post and use it for discussion or whatever! ]

Comments

@dysmas :// voice

[chardismastic]

[ cue a slightly annoyed sigh ] Just include him in your next round of eleisons. You do plenty of those already.

[voktys]

I cannot perform the rites without breathing fire into his lungs, so unless you are hiding his body beneath your dedicated heathen speeches, your commentary is not so useful.

[chardismastic]

[ um

rafe would ask if she meant actual fire into actual lungs but. he's already met the woman — she doesn't seem the metaphor type. ]

...Wow. Memorials must be something back home.

[voktys]

Of course. The dead have left Hell and ascended to the Hall of Light, it must be celebrated.

[chardismastic]

Sounds like a real hootenanny, what with all the fire.

[voktys]

Why would there be owls?

[ is... is there anything else that hoots? ]

[chardismastic]

[ you can hear rafe open his mouth, inhaling and preparing to answer, before he just. stops. okay, regrouping and attempting this one more time. god. ]

There are no owls. It's a general word for a party. That's all.

[voktys]

You are an awfully confusing man.

⟪ oh yes, that's judgment. ⟫

[chardismastic]

[ y'know whAT ]

It's not my word, all right, it's a regional thing. My point to be taken from all this is you can do a memorial without burning something.

[voktys]

Yes, you can. Just as well as you can eat a spoonful of butter without bread – it simply won't make it good or wise or enjoyable.

⟪ strong funeral feelings. what's next? a wedding during which no one jumps a ditch fire? ⟫

[chardismastic]

All right, maybe th- [ Sorry, rewind. ] Enjoyable?

[voktys]

Ah, you are almost Westerosi in your sentiment. ⟪ Dismissive, that. ⟫ You leave hell behind when you die. You will be free of pain, of sadness, of the terrors which lurk in the night. Of course it is a celebration.

[chardismastic]

No, no. Not the funeral part. The fire part being enjoyable is the sticking point for me.

[ Hit him up at an Italian funeral, Mel. You'll learn. ]

[voktys]

Fire means life. It warms us, feeds us, brings heat to our loins and takes us closer to God. Few worldly pleasures could dare to compare.

[chardismastic]

Clearly you need to get out more on a Friday night.

[voktys]

For what purpose?

[chardismastic]

To get laid? [ Damn, colloquialisms again. ] Sex. I would probably bet on sex being better than fire.

[voktys]

Why not say so? ⟪ Right away, that is. Come on, she's a priestess, not a septa. ⟫ What do you think passion is, if not fire? Heat? I loathe to encounter you between the sheets if you have not felt either.

1/

[chardismastic]

I did, I'm just trying to be mindful of certain differe-

[chardismastic]

[chardismastic]

[chardismastic]

[chardismastic]

[ Okay. Okay, his indignation is at manageable levels now. ]

done

[chardismastic]

First of all. I've had nothing but glowing reviews in that arena.

Second, passion is a whole lot of other things including a metaphorical heat which... I don't think that's the kind of fire you're talking about. [ ...Hold up. ] Please tell me you were talking about the real kind with all that "in the lungs" part.

[ Because otherwise. He thinks she's telling him she frenches dead bodies for religion. ]

[fogey]

[ methinks the lady doth protest too much ]