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Imperfection (Xala)

Started by Cobalt, June 06, 2015, 02:44:20 AM

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Cobalt

Live people were so weird. Ghosts were spooky, even though they were just people outside of bodies, but sharing a body was just one of those things and obviously composite monsters made by drunken mortologists, well. Those were all fine. But take a person out of their body and the world got spooky.

So weird.

"In Thanatos they tend to be pretty okay. We take care of them so they don't fall apart and lose track of themselves. Places like Connlaoth, though..." Zea shook her head and directed a low whistle up at the ceiling. "That's got to be a total shitshow."

Draconian

Xala squinted slightly and rested her chin in her hand, looking at Zea for a moment she shuddered. "Connlaoth has those Mordecai things." She looked off to the side, having never come across one but knowing what they could do. Gently she shook her head, "maybe they keep ... Those... Under control?" She shrugged, not really knowing.

"We don't know much about ghosts, they don't..." She tried to think of how to phrase it, "We go somewhere else when we die." She frowned, "At least that's what we believe."

Cobalt

Xala had been taught some interesting things about how death worked, but perhaps there were special cosmic arrangements for people who started out their lives separate and merged later on. Zea doubted it was what Xala referred to, but still... the matter was worth considering even if Xala obviously could not help Zea figure it out.

"Not everybody sticks around so close to the living," she conceded. "Quite a few people, when they pass? They really pass. Just..." Zea made a whooshing sound and swept the air with one hand. "...all the way over. But anybody left behind pretty much ends up going through the same stages if they're not cared for. I don't know if Mordecai can banish or destroy ghosts, but if they can't..." She sucked her teeth derisively. "...I wouldn't want to be anywhere near their backward asses come Night of the Dead."

Draconian

Xala's eyebrows went up and she leaned forward, interested.

"What's Night of the Dead? Is that..." She leaned back and frowned, "They don't come back to life do they?"

Cobalt

Mainlanders. What the hell were any of their parents or clergy teaching them? Knowing when the spirits of the dead were particularly close to the world of the living seemed like the kind of very basic information about literally every single mortal person's present and future that someone ought to be letting them know. If Zea knew, nobody else's parents had any excuse.

"Not in bodies. It's just when their spirits are closest, so on Thanatos we have a lot of parties to celebrate the time we were able to share with them when they were alive and the certainty of seeing them again someday. It lets us take care of the living and the dead at the same time. Without magic it would be very difficult to do that."

It'd certainly be a one-way communication: ghosts freaking out, living people unable to cope, living people become ghosts and freak out, and on it would go. It was no way to manage an afterlife.

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