Stones of Farspeech; backdated to October 30th

[cacoethes_mori]

Hello. Has anyone seen Lance around?

I don't need to talk to him! Just tell me if you've seen him.

[Or has he, you know, broken something important with his necromancy?

That would certainly explain the Storyteller's reaction to it.]

...if you are Lance, then say so and I'll be done with this.

Comments

[antepone]

Lance.

[ Backtrack a little. Her head is all muddled, and for someone who feels other people's emotions she's... bad at her own. Bad at thinking coherently when upset. ]

Even if-- it was just his body-- [ and boy does she hate thinking like that ] --Alive or not, it's still him.

[cacoethes_mori]

[Foster sputters into laughter. It's a lot less jarring and abrupt-sounding this time.]

Hahahaha!

Wow.

[Are you sure that's the hill you want to die on?]

Amazing. That's really fucking creepy, haha!

[He sobers, immediately and weirdly calm.]

Okay.

[antepone]

[ Well. If that doesn't get her hackles to rise... ]

Not nearly as creepy as reanimating a corpse!

[cacoethes_mori]

How is that less creepy?

[It's a perfectly serious question.]

Mmmm. Lance's corpse and Lance are both of equal value? I find his corpse, and that is Lance. I find my corpse, and that is myself?

Haha! Well, we knew that. I am... my corpse.

But now Lance is his corpse, as you are yours. You are your corpse. Haha. You are your corpse. You are your corpse--

[He's taken this idea and has started to run with it, and his speech grows increasingly pressured with excitement.]

[antepone]

You--

[ What does she say? She doesn't know. She's struck speechless, and she... Even when it comes to this, she backs down. Always. She's not like Nari, she can't...

Can't do anything, in the end.

She doesn't reply to Foster again. ]