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[daggering]

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[daggering]

Great.

[ hands him another flower ] That one too. Make em even. Let's make these a little shorter.

[ speaking of being demanding...

after a moment of this - calmly measuring some of the thicker stems and handing them over to be cut down, glancing at the sword. ]

That your thing from home? The fuckoff sword.

[ktiseos]

I am not here to simply be ordered around as you please, you realize.

[huffs! but he does it anyway, if only because it does keep the ghosts away.]

It is, yes. Not what I would have expected... but it is useful enough, even if it is hardly what I would have chosen.

[daggering]

Better than being screamed at by ghosts, isn't it?

[ wehe

he's obviously being a little shit but doesn't mind, sorting through the flowers and putting them into piles so they're all grouped together, occasionally passing over flowers to be cut. ]

What would you have picked, then?

[ktiseos]

I'd have much preferred my own mask.

[he's wearing, like, a plain white half-mask for the record i think i forgot that. he'll keep cutting the flowers for him, though.]

I was able to create this one, at least, but it is not the one of my seat.

[daggering]

[ wild. looking up at his masked face for a moment! it's not... honestly, it's a little weirder to see a half mask than anything else. ]

Was wondering.

[ ... ] You're from the same place as Meteion, aren't you?

[ktiseos]

[it's a little birdlike, actually. weird little mask.]

I take it she has said as much?

[daggering]

[ relatable ]

Not really. Just that everybody where she was from wore masks.

[ handing him another sunflower. ]

[ktiseos]

[and slicing it, before passing the flower back.]

She belongs to one of our researchers, yes-- though somehow, it seems she has been brought here without her creator.

[daggering]

Creator?

[ hm. he frowns, looking at the flower. ] A kid like that has a creator?

[ktiseos]

So she does. She is not a child, and was not born as such; she was created, fully formed, in her current shape. Something of a pet project of Elpis's chief overseer, though I am given to understand he is still perfecting her.

[daggering]

[ what ]

...An experiment? [ that's fucked up ] ... Still a child, though. In her mannerisms, and - still got a consciousness and a brain. She's a good kid.

[ktiseos]

She is still new enough to the world, I believe, and somewhat sheltered besides due to his work.

[a slight shrug of one shoulder, there.]

On the rarer side, certainly-- she is of a quite different composition than most, and we do not often bring forth creations possessed of free will. [so she does have that, but:] We cannot, however, bring forth life which has its own soul.

[daggering]

[ hmmmm.... ]

So free will, but no soul. [ ... he has to wonder, how the raven queen would feel about that. the thought makes him a little uneasy, though it doesn't show on his face. ] ... Wonder if that gets messed with, here.

People and things here that're -- not human, not like that, apparently are in some ways in this place. [ vague ] At least, that's my experience.

[ktiseos]

She has mentioned she needs sustenance now, where she did not before. In ways such as that?

[his head is cocked just slightly, curious.]

I cannot speak to whether there would be alteration to the soul here, however. Not with my sight dampened.

[daggering]

Yeah. Heard the same from a couple others.

[ the swords..... ]

You can... [ wait a minute ] - you can see people's souls?

[ktiseos]

[those funky sword boys...]

Under normal circumstances, yes. 'Tis something of a requirement for my position.

[daggering]

[ wow. after a moment he reaches up and sort of absently rubs at his own chest, near his heart. ]

Position?

[ktiseos]

Emet-Selch, the Third Seat. Keeper of the Underworld.

[as if this is just

a totally normal and expected thing to say?

to be fair, for him it is.]

[daggering]

[








haha ]

...The underworld, huh? What do you do with that?

[ktiseos]

Largely, I oversee its flow. I ensure all is well within it, that there is naught which would trouble it or the souls within.

[a momentary pause.]

...and, should situations outside the norm occur, I am the one called upon to handle them. Troublesome drifting souls and the like, which resist its pull.

[daggering]

[ .... ]

'ssat right?

[ vax ducks his head a little bit - for a moment, emet won't be able to see his expression, though it's somewhere between wry and "holy shit" ] You been doing that long?

[ktiseos]

For some time, yes.

[he watches the way vax ducks his head, pausing a moment.]

Does this trouble you?

[daggering]

No, no - that'd make me a hypocrite, huh?

[ he huffs a laugh, glancing back at him. ]

...'ve got the same job. That's all.

[ktiseos]

Is that so.

[a brief quirk of his brows, there, eyeing vax with more interest.]

So few seem to even be familiar that I had hardly expected any others to have their own involvement. What is your duty like, where you originate?

[daggering]

[ well!! it's. a very new job! so that's kind of complicated, but, at least he mostly knows the workings of it.

a bit absently, he reaches up to toy with one of the feathers on his armor. ]

Just like you described it: I'm the goddess of death's Champion. Help bring back people when they've passed on, and... catch the ones who toy with life and death, bring them in. Fight for her. Things like that.