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cancry2020-12-24 11:41 pm
curiositydies) wrote in cancry2020-12-24 11:41 pm
sir, are you aware you are a dead
[ Like many of the Spectres haunting this level of Purgatory, the man currently heading elsewhere with purpose doesn't particularly stand out. He looks to be around his mid-50s (or perhaps a fresh-faced 60), with brown hair showing the slightest hint of gray at the temples, and he dresses much like the average tenured college professor, though he seems to favour rather more purple in his choice of wardrobe than most college professors.
What does stand out is that he's drifting from place to place, actively questioning other Spectres - the same questions, over and over, as if looking for an out-of-place response. Questions about mortality and self-awareness, with death coming up as a constant topic.
He has a notebook in one hand. Every so often, he stops to make a mark on the open page, and then snaps it shut again with an air of slightly acerbic professionalism. ]
The consistency of these answers is intriguing in its implications, but hardly fruitful. And this place makes little sense, either. I'm almost certain the dead ought to be less talkative, on the whole...
[ He certainly doesn't know why he thinks that, but from the way he says it, he seems very firm on it.
He's paused for now, still glancing down at what notes he seems to have. The approach of any Executor will snap him out of his thoughts, however; despite his verging-on-sour expression, he seems genuinely surprised to see someone who doesn't just drift past or immediately launch into a dream-like dialogue. ]
Something for you?
What does stand out is that he's drifting from place to place, actively questioning other Spectres - the same questions, over and over, as if looking for an out-of-place response. Questions about mortality and self-awareness, with death coming up as a constant topic.
He has a notebook in one hand. Every so often, he stops to make a mark on the open page, and then snaps it shut again with an air of slightly acerbic professionalism. ]
The consistency of these answers is intriguing in its implications, but hardly fruitful. And this place makes little sense, either. I'm almost certain the dead ought to be less talkative, on the whole...
[ He certainly doesn't know why he thinks that, but from the way he says it, he seems very firm on it.
He's paused for now, still glancing down at what notes he seems to have. The approach of any Executor will snap him out of his thoughts, however; despite his verging-on-sour expression, he seems genuinely surprised to see someone who doesn't just drift past or immediately launch into a dream-like dialogue. ]
Something for you?
no subject
Alright. Then... just take a deep breath and I'll establish the contract.
[ The black tattoo on her wrist turns gold and then white, washing everything around them out in a wave of light. The world feels weightless for a moment before everything snaps back to normal, with only Frost left feeling... different.
Contract established. ]