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necronomiikon​:

“I…don’t think that’s how poison immunity works.  You have to microdose it, and it’s harder to do with the actual plants than it is with the extract an– oh, never mind, you don’t care anyway.  I’m not going to plant poison plants in the middle of the apartment complex; let’s just leave it at that.”  

Sylvia stood up and clapped her hands together to brush off the dirt.  She decided to leave the normal comment go as she didn’t have much of a defense.  Her defense would usually be ‘you haven’t seen my other friends’, but she didn’t have them here to out weird her.  Unfortunately, she was going to have to live with being the weird one.

“I’m in the way?  In my own apartment?  I know you have the social skills of the average toddler, but it’s a bit rude to imply people are in the way when they’re existing in their own living space.  I guess Gaia is the slowest of the islands.  There’s not as much stuff here, but I think it’s nice enough.  Why are you looking for somewhere quiet?”  If he thought he could say something like that without her being nosy, he had another thing coming.

“Blue Bell Estate is a nice park if you get there during the day when the kids are in school.  I like kids, but you don’t strike me as the type to think they’re a lot of fun.”  Sylvia bent down to throw her gardening tools back into their bag.  “It’s quiet during the day, but after 3PM it gets pretty loud.  Lavender Love is pretty much always quiet but it, er–, like a couples thing, so you probably wouldn’t like it.”

She was right, he really didn’t care. But it was interesting all the same to listen to her explanation. Maybe he should have been more concerned that she had a confident string of how to’s for building poison immunity in the first place, but that wasn’t the point. 

Propping his elbow on his knee and planting his chin on his hand, he had his eyes travel up. Meeting people’s face when they were talking was polite, or something. But then, how much social etiquette did you have to show to a grave robber? He should probably find a better mental category for Sylvia aside from that but, until he found her, she’d just have to deal with it. 

Her next comment cemented it, and he sighed before leaning back until it looked like he was going to hit the floor. Instead, he lightly floated against the air, crossing his hands behind his head and doing his best to listen to her, complains? Explain? He wasn’t sure. 

At some point, he realized she was done talking and probably waiting for an answer. Sitting cross legged, he slouched all the same, wondering when she had the time to dig up all this pointless information. 

“Children aren’t a problem so long as none are mine.” He didn’t mind them or particularly like them, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to interact with one. They got hurt too easily and didn’t make any sense. But the location suggestions were helpful. 

“It’s easier to clear your head if it’s quiet. It’s already loud enough without the sound other people make. Don’t you get tired of it being noisy?” Suddenly wondering how weak his magic had gotten and reached out to snag Sylvai’s arm. Pulling her up, he clicked his tongue, annoyed that he could only get both of them to float a few feet off the ground. “Couples are too busy starting into each other’s eyes to bother other people, so it’s irrelevant. But minding other people’s feelings is a pain, so I suppose I wouldn’t like it.” 

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coldmooned​:

bittersweet fragrance || Heathcliff & Mithra

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Blue eyes would search around, observing the structure of this building, the Ancestry Shrine. It was apparent that this was a place of worship but he’s never seen anything like it. Many rumours about this place were heard simply in passing, so he wanted to see for himself whilst also getting used to his surroundings. It was difficult, especially with all the worries that ran through his mind, but sitting in his room wouldn’t get him answers.

His hand trails across the edge of decorative structures, feeling that the material was nothing different from the wood, stone, and other structures back home, even if it was shaped differently. It so happened that the palace was open to the public today, so that’s his reason for being out here. Taking a step away, through the few on-goers that passed by, he spotted someone familiar— what was he doing here? Mithra. He was scary, but he was someone he knew, maybe he would have enough mercy to give some answers.

“M-Mithra! Please, wait up!—”

Wishes sounded too close to promises, so he’d brushed off the monks talking about how a dragon of all things could fix this mess. It was interesting, to say the least, observing the way people here did their rites. Maybe buying into the customs here was how he was supposed to earn his lost power back. Not that there was a Great Calamity here to fight, or anyone to fight at all- but it felt like being declawed. 

But perhaps he’d spoken too soon- a voice too familiar was calling out, and he mussed a moment before deciding to heed his call. 

Small talk was irritating, so he cut to the meat of the conversation. 

“Heathcliff. Don’t tell me you were dragged here as well. If you have any idea what happened, now’s the time to share.” 

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necronomiikon​:

To be honest, Sylvia didn’t expect him to offer her a serious answer.  If she had been anyone else this would’ve been a very disconcerting conversation, but she was just happy that he offered to help.  She paused for a moment as she contemplated his question.

“Ten feet is where they keep the good stuff, but I think we’re more likely to find six.  Maybe.  I really haven’t seen anything that even vaguely looks like a graveyard.  This place is weird.  Where’s the gargoyles?  The fake church grims?  I want to see a weeping Mary standing over the body of some hoity toity rich woman who donated money to the pope personally.”  She whipped around and pointed towards the way she’d come.

“I’ve already searched high and low that way.”  Sylvia turned on her heel and motioned at the direction she had been walking towards.  “So I guess that leaves this way.  Unless you’ve been in one of the other two cardinal directions and seen anything interesting?”  She only stopped for a beat before she started quickly walking off where she had pointed.  No time for dilly dallying!

“In an ideal world I’d find a graveyard that has a lot of fenced in graves, but I bet there’s nothing like that here.  I don’t know if they’ve dealt with grave robbers, you know?  I loved the fenced in graves; they’re so ornate.  Someone put a lot of love and care into a massive grate just to make sure their loved one doesn’t get pulled out of the ground and sold to a medical college.”

“The.. good stuff.” 

He wasn’t even sure what the difference was between something that were ten feet deep versus six feet under. The only thought that came to mind was that someone buried ten feet would have a harder time clawing their way back to the surface. But this girl, she just sounded like she wanted some bones. 

“I wouldn’t suggest disturbing people at rest. It’s cruel to wake up someone that’s sleeping so deeply.” He wasn’t having second thoughts; but he wasn’t sure if he should just leave this girl to do as she wished. -- What was that thing Rutile had said... Something about introductions... 

“Ah, right. Before you go commit a crime, tell me who you are so I know whose face I should look out for when you get thrown in prison. I’m Mithra, by the way.” 

“I don’t know who Mary is or why she’s crying. Or why you would sell a body to a school. The dead don’t learn much, I think.” Mithra decided that she was rather strange, and a little annoying. And talked too much. But amusing all the same. 

“So what will you do if you find this ornate graveyard? If you haven’t noticed, any spells you may be planning are going to fail.” 

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necronomiikon​:

Sylvia hadn’t even noticed Mithra come up behind her and consequently nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke.  She placed a gloved hand over her heart and scowled as he snapped a bud off of one of her freshly planted flowers.  “Gardening is relaxing and a nice way to pass the time.”  A small part of her was insulted that he checked for poison, but deep down she knew it was a valid thing to check based off of what little he knew about her.

“I doubt I’d be able to find an awful lot of poisonous plants in a greenhouse around here.”  Sylvia watched him fix the flower he’d just desecrated and nodded in contentment.  “Maybe if I went out to the woods, but I’m not exactly interested in planting poisonous flowers in an area where children play.”  She hummed to herself in the comfortable silence, which was suddenly broken by Mithra’s rather impolite question.

“In the middle of the apartment complex?!  Where everyone can see me?!  Don’t you think I’d at least do it in the middle of the night?  I’m planting flowers because they look nice and I think this garden could use a bit more variety.  Not everything has to be morbid, you know.”  Sylvia was a bit flustered by the accusation, although she did have to say it wasn’t entirely unwarranted.

“What are you doing here anyway?  You don’t live in these apartments.”

So dramatic... 

Watching her jump was like sneaking up to a rabbit. Was that insulting? Rabbits were alright, so it didn’t sound like an insult. But Sylvia wasn’t exactly small either. He wondered if he’d said that out loud. 

Ah, planting poisonous things where children could reach them probably wasn’t a good idea. But then again... “If you did plant something poisonous and someone happened to ingest it, I think it would build immunity.” It sounded like a long term investment. And there may be some sacrifices, but that was a risk he was willing to take. 

“Anyways, I wouldn’t put it past you to try to bury someone here.” Patting the dirt, he shrugged. “I don’t know much about you. And what I do know is that you invite strangers to go tomb raiding. Normal (whatever that meant) didn’t seem like your thing.” 

“To answer, I was looking for somewhere quiet. And this island sounds like it has the least going on. You just happen to be in the way.” 

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@wildberryoras

 HIS patience is limited given their current situation. As much as he’d like to keep collected at least until he knows what his fellow travellers are capable of, he’s confrontational by nature. He marches over to Mithra and his fist bigger than the wizard’s head comes to rest a millimeters from his nose. He wants Mithra to hear the hum coming off it.

❝ Come on then. Allow me to give you that closer insight into what I’m made of that you so badly desire. ❞

Had he still had his powers, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he would have tried retaliating. But he had tried before, and knew attack magic just did not work. It was infuriating. 

More irritated over that, he narrowed his eyes at the gust of wind carried along by the strike that never hit. Tilting his head to see past Star Platinum’s fist, he sulked. 

“Maybe if you’d actually hit me I would have been able to knock out for a few hours. That was selfish of you, you know.” 

But he did take a moment to wonder if this was a corporeal form or not. “Regarding that ‘closer look’ you mentioned. Would your hand go through me or no?” 

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wildberryoras​:

     ❝ THEN I’d much prefer your asking questions to being examined like this. ❞

He growls upon turning to face the wizard. His gaze is much more intense this way, medusa-esque in the way it can freeze others with fear. The hair moving as if come to life doesn’t help.

❝ At least introduce yourself. ❞

*:・ﾟ☆

“True.. Asking questions would be much faster than trying to puzzle you out myself.” 

The way he’s being stared down spelled d-a-n-g-e-r, but he wasn’t much of an academic. It almost made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he got too distracted by the way individual whisps of hair were moving on their own accord. He wanted to reach out and grab one to see if they were actually sentient. 

But that wasn’t very polite. 

So instead, he circled around as if he was in front of a statue, holding off on answering the second demand. 

“You’re no man. And you don’t seem like a beast either.” Maybe he could touch him? “A ghost..? Or did you just get hit by a bucket of paint.” 

Finishing his circle, he blinked back up at that piercing expression with an empty one himself. 

“It’s Mithra. And you are- ?” 

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sentences taken from here.

“ i’m surprised you’re conscious right now. ”

“ there’s a good chance tonight is the night you see me die on camera. ”

“ hey ghouls, the boys are here. ”

“ and as you can see, this is the place where nightmares are made. ”

“ fuck me, i feel awful right now. ”

“ i think the ground is cleaner than this couch. ”

“ that’s a perfect butt print. ”

“ you have gotta be fucking…are you fucking kidding me dude? ”

“ this is like satan’s cement butthole. ”

“ how far does this go, are we going to hell? ”

“ what if you go fuck yourself? how about that. ”

“ i’m gonna imagine that place is the closest thing to hell. ”

“ i got the chills even just thinking about it. ” 

“ have you ever heard that old thing about when you look at your face in the mirror in low light, and eventually it sort of looks demonic and…look it up, it’s a thing on the internet. ”

“ you feel any strange feelings right now? ”

“ i’d feel stranger if there were actual dead bodies in here. ”

“ this is the worst thing you could possibly do. ”

“ this is why i didn’t wanna do it, ‘cause i knew you weren’t gonna believe me. ”

“ this is bullshit. ”

“ i heard you like balls. ”

“ i swear to god i’m not doing this on purpose. ”

“ oh my god, that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. ”

“ shut up dude, you know this is fucking weird. ”

“ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ”

“ i guess this is where we’re fuckin’ sleeping, because we’re idiots. ”

“ ah man, am i starting to freak myself out again? ”

“ i ask myself that a lot too, i don’t understand why i do these things. ”

“ you fuckin’ wimps. ”

“ am i a ghost hunter? i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter. ”

“ do i have to put that on my business card now? ”

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❛ judge if you want , we are all going to die . i intend to deserve it . ❜ / from eichi

“Judging you isn’t my job. Though... it’s been a long while since I’ve ferried someone across a lake. When the time comes, how about I help take you to rest. Remember to have your fare then, yes?” 

“But I am interested in how you plan to earn your spot in the life after this one. Do you plan to be good or do harm I wonder.” 

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He was just curious, and didn’t feel like he was hiding the fact he’d been paying less attention to the artifacts and more to the presence levitating nearby. Certainly he was fascinated by the items on display, especially since his practice revolved around using ancient things for rituals and such. But something about, whatever it was this thing was, had a type of energy to him that wasn’t normal. 

He wanted to pick it apart and figure out what made it tick. 

“The exhibit will not be leaving anytime soon. But you on the other hand; I’m not sure if I would run into someone like you again.” 

     ❝ YOU do realize I’m not part of the exhibit. ❞

Their eyes meet through the reflection of the display case, Star Platinum’s hand still resting on his hand as if in thought about what’s inside. Nevermind his likeness to a statue. This is a museum devoted to ancient eras of Anemos’ history and yet this guy’s been staring at him instead. It’s not uncommon. He is a gigantic floating individual in not much more than a breechcloth. Still, it’s grating in places like this, specifically designed to be taken in visually, processed.

*:・ﾟ☆

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

bitter  /  aggressive  one  -  liners  as  taken  from  the  website  pinterest  . tw  adult  themes  .     customize  as  you  wish  !

❛  fight  because  you  don’t  know  how  to  die  quietly  .  ❜ ❛  i’d  rather  die  on  my  feet  than  live  on  my  knees  .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  get  over  it  ,  i  just  gotta  be  dramatic  first  .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  get  to  be  surprised  that  nobody  gives  a  fuck  about  you  after  you’ve  worked  so  hard  to  alienate  the  entire  world  .  ❜ ❛  i  wouldn’t  be  like  this  if  i  knew  how  to  not  be  like  this  ,  okay  ?  ❜ ❛  i  had  to  fight  like  hell  and  fighting  like  hell  made  me  what  i  am  .  ❜ ❛  i  will  be  brutal  .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  be  soft  anymore  .  i  want  to  be  bloody  knuckles  and  glass  shards  and  i  want  people  to  be  afraid  of  hurting  me  .  ❜ ❛  bring  them  to  their  knees  .  head  bowed  and  fists  bleeding  —  make  them  repent  .  ❜ ❛  is  this  what  i  get  for  loving  a  god  ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  weapon  ;  and  weapons  don’t  weep  .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  survive  .  somehow  i  always  do  .  ❜ ❛  the  things  that   used   to  make  me  cry  just  make   my  hands  shake  and  my  eyes  blank  .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  begun  to  understand  why  god  died  .  ❜ ❛  i  speak  violence  .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  my  fault  i  have  my  father’s  eyes  .  ❜ ❛  judge  if  you  want  ,  we  are  all  going  to  die  .  i  intend  to  deserve  it  .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  kill  you  .  ❜ ❛  i  will  continue  to  watch  you  rot  .  ❜ ❛  i  wasn’t  born  to  be  soft  and  quiet  .  i  was  born  to  make  the  world  shatter  and  shake  at  my  fingertips  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  not  a  nice  person  ,  are  you  ?  ❜ ❛  when  i  punched  you  .  that  was  when  i  first  felt  something  for  you  .  ❜ ❛  if  you  don’t  terrify  people  a  little  bit  then  what’s  the  point  ?  ❜ ❛  i  could  tear  you  apart  if  i  wanted  .  ❜ ❛  do  not  tell  me  what  i  can  and  cannot  do  .  ❜ ❛  i  can  and  i  will  .  watch  me  .  ❜ ❛  no  one  made  me  .  i  made  me  .  ❜ ❛  take  a  breath  ,  spit  out  the  blood  in  your  mouth  ,  and  get  back  up  on  your  feet  .  you  still  got  a  couple  motherfuckers  to  prove  wrong  .  ❜ ❛  here’s  what  i  know  ;  i  will  die  only  by  my  own  hand  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  everything  you  can’t  control  .  ❜ ❛  i  am  violent  ,  and  bitter  ,  and  ugly  inside  and  out  .  ❜ ❛  i  am  being  perfectly  fucking  civil  .  ❜ ❛  goddamn  right  ,  you  should  be  scared  of  me  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  losing  my  interest  ,  and  that  is  very  dangerous  .  ❜ ❛  if  i  can  still  breathe  ,  i’m  fine  .  ❜ ❛  i  will  do  what  it  takes  to  survive  .  ❜ ❛  if  karma  doesn’t  hit  you  ,  i  fucking  will  .  ❜ ❛  don’t  be  sorry  .  i  trusted  you  ,  my  fault  not  yours  .  ❜ ❛  i  wonder  if  life  smokes  after  it  fucks  me  .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  have  to  prove  shit  to  you  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  tearing  down  my  walls  for  anyone  again  .  you  want  to  know  what’s  inside  ?  climb  .  ❜ ❛  i  am  mine  .  before  i  am  ever  anyone  else’s  .  ❜

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@starvowed​​ // keito + mithra 

There was something charming about the way the light played off the empty cans littered around the little green man. He looked troubled. But Mithra wasn’t about to let that ruin his day. 

However, someone had once told him that staring was rude, no matter how obtuse the subject in question was. So he did the next best thing; sitting rights across from him. Scholar’s Walk looked like a place people came to relax and unwind, maybe throw bread crumbs at the ducks. But this guy stuck out like a sore thumb. 

“If you were older looking, I would have thought you were trying to drink yourself to death.” Pressing a can he’d ‘liberated’ from a vending machine against the stranger’s forehead, he turned his nose against the scent radiating off the brightly colored energy drinks. 

Realizing he wasn’t getting a response, he set the cold drink down, rolling his eyes when he saw that he’s been talking to someone sleeping sitting up. Well this was odd. 

Pulling out a bottle from his pocket, he decided to borrow the stranger’s hand, absorbed in testing out a new nail color on his unknowing subject. “The least you can do is be useful, I suppose.” 

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@necronomiikon​ // sylvia + mithra 

Potential grave digging to gardening in her spare time- Sylvia felt like watching someone put a different mask on and off every time you blinked. Plants like this didn’t grown in the snow up north, but he knew enough from traveling around that these were just for show. If they could be used as part of a spell or curse, a cure or some other, that would make sense. Kneeling on the cobbled garden floor next to Sylvia, he examined the piles of dirt she’d been digging  up. 

Poking at a flower like it had personally insulted him, he snapped the bud from the stem. “For what purpose do you take care of these things. I don’t even think you can use this one for a potion.” Twirling the quickly wilting plant, he placed the end against his tongue and frowned on contact. 

“Not even poison.” But even as he was insulting it, he carefully aligned the broken bit in his hand with the stem he’d taken it from, pressing his fingers together and letting go once the flower was healed. 

“But I guess if it makes you happy, that’s purpose enough to exist.” 

...

“Are you burying a body.” 

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@taintdcrown​ // rei + mithra 

Now this was a problem. All travel and no rest was wearing him thin, and he didn’t have a mind to figure out where “home” was. The key in his pocket that he’d been told to so carefully guard had been misplaced ages ago. And the ID winking back at him didn’t give him a single clue as to what to do. 

Sulking, (not that you could tell with his usual expression), he sighed loud enough to disturb some bird, causing it to leap from its perch and into the air. Or so it thought- as he unceremoniously snapped it into his hand mid-flight, ignoring the angry chirps. 

That little commotion was enough to draw another set of eyes on him, and Mithra turned his head to give an unimpressed one over at the onlooker. 

“What,” he said while using the bird like a pointer. “Do you want it? I can grab you another if you’re hungry.” 

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He thought he’d just knocked out and woken up in some new neck of the woods, and hadn’t been too pressed about waking up in an unfamiliar place. It wasn’t until he’d tried peering into his crystal skull for answers that he realized it wasn’t of any use. The thing was a glorified paperweight, one he’d almost dropped with a thunk when he realized most of his powers were stripped too. 

This wasn’t any land he was familiar with, and he thought, while running his tongue over his teeth, that wherever his comrades were, they were in for a rough time now that they were one wizard short. Ah... but, that was a problem for later. This wasn’t the worse thing that’d happened to him- though maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t realized he was on an entirely different planet.

For now, he was looking for anything familiar. Somewhere less populated and quiet. And he thought he’d found it as the day got older and the people started scurrying back to their homes. 

If he’d been anywhere close to home, he would have ignored the girl outright. But a question like that; and coming from someone that felt like a witch - it reminded him of someone he’d known that was just as audacious. 

“That’s not something people usually look for. But we can arrange it fairly easily.” 

Pointing to the ground, he lightly flicked his hand, knitting his brows slightly when the earth turned over without him meaning it to. “Six feet or ten?” 

@calvariae​ liked for a starter! // Mithra & Sylvia

Sylvia was very slowly coming to terms with being unable to use her normal magic.  It was frustrating that the spell book she held near and dear to her heart was now completely useless.  There was no pzazz to the magic in this place – at least in her opinion.  The magic she did have access to was much more elemental than she was used to.  That was a different branch of witchcraft than she was accustomed with, but she supposed she should be happy she had any magic at all.

Still, she was missing her necromancy more each time she thought about it.  Which, frankly, was constantly at this point.  She kept thinking about all the experiments she was in the middle of conducting that were probably literally rotting away in her lab.  Those rats she had spent three weeks collecting were probably completely decomposed, meaning that whenever she did manage to leave this place she’d have to start over.

She clenched her fist at the thought.  So much wasted time.  Alas, there was nothing to be done now.  Even if she couldn’t use her necromancy, she still would like to return to some sense of normalcy in this new world.  That’s why she was currently on the hunt for a graveyard, a cemetery, a churchyard, a necropolis, literally any place where dead things were buried in the ground.  While she couldn’t raise the spirits, it would be nice to just hang out near some headstones for a few hours.  It was what she spent a great deal of her time doing back home, at any rate.

The problem was she had yet to find one.  Do people not die here?  She was starting to wonder if bodies were instantly incinerated upon death.  Something was up, she just had yet to figure it out.  Sylvia struggled to tell the difference between people that had spent a great deal of time here and people who had only recently arrived, but she figured she’d try her luck as she approached the person closest to her.

“Hey mister, have you seen any dead people around here?”

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okay yeah!!! starter call, no brim!!!! smash that like button and lets see how many starters I can crank out without crying!!!! 

if you have a multi-muse blog please lmk which character you’d like me to write for. and if you’d like to toss in a tidbit of what you might like I think that would be just neat because lifelines are kinda sexy ngl 😌