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[necrosavior]

Okay, but like your bones doing shit after you die is like... the normal ass most normal thing everyone expects where I'm from. Like, IDK, kids going to school or whatever.

Harrow isn't super into touch, so I'm pretty much always horny, Sharon. But plenty of people do hatesex. It's a whole trope.

[fogsong]

So they're rebels. Love that for those bones. [ Now she's just being a brat. :3 ]

You can fix that for yourself, you know. And the people into hatesex do not know what real hate is.

[necrosavior]

If they're so fucking in love with the whole damn system that they want their bones to rest in the presence of god and his saints, then they can fucking earn it. Sweep up the herald corpses. Perform system maintenance. Something. Not sit on their lazy laurels like they're so fucking special. [ Why no, Gideon doesn't have any unresolved issues here. ]

Ha, trust me, I know. I get a good wank on whenever I want to bone. [ Get it? Bone? ] Hate isn't a single flavor emotion. There's a wide array, and one doesn't negate others. Shit, mate, have you ever seen what thousands and thousands of years of hate looks like between people? So fucking awkward to be in its presence.

[fogsong]

Sore spot, huh?

Maybe not for you. It is for me. [ Dizzying. Violent. Almost intoxicating. ] If someone's hate is awkward, it's not just hate.

[necrosavior]

There's always someone who says manual labor is for other people.

All right we got a one flavor shop for hatred with you. But truuuuuuust me that was hatred all right. Ten thousand years of loving and hating and knowing and shit all tied together. Also, people were talking about boinking my dad. That's always awkward.

[fogsong]

The people that suck in life are gonna wanna suck in death, too, Gideon. Come on now.

They hate wrong then but my sympathies. I'd probably be really grossed out if people were talking about boning my parents, too.

[necrosavior]

I knooooooow, but I can be pissy about it when their dumb ass bones sit there in the walls doing nothing while I get attacked by horrible space wasps and have noodle arms.

It's some knowing each other ten thousand years thing. That much time fucks you up. And thank you, yes, that's the reasonable reaction.

[fogsong]

Maybe you should have beaten the space wasps with their bones. Then they'd be useful!

You'd think people would learn how to communicate properly after that long.

[necrosavior]

Ha, if only! Me and my sword love.

Pretty sure they looped past properly a few times into really weird ass scary stupid shit territory.

[fogsong]

Gotta branch out a little, Gideon. Never know when you need to use a femur like a club.

Hey, that means they might loop back! You just gotta wait a couple hundred years to catch them at the proper point in their cycle.

[necrosavior]

I can in a pinch, but the thing is bones just aren't as strong without the muscles attached to them, even when they're backed up by necromancy. That's one of the reasons I can defeat an enormous bone construct. Even when their arms are like swords, they lack my strength. Plus they're far more fragile. I'd be better off picking up a metal bar.

Uuuuuuh, problem with that. Most of them are too dead for that to happen.

[fogsong]

The more you know.

Sounds like you won't have to deal with that brand of awkward again then. Unless they all end up here.

[necrosavior]

We do bones, motherfucker.

2/3 have been here in the time I've been here, just not at the same time thank fuck.

[fogsong]

I do bones too. [ She didn't just ugly laugh at herself shut up ]

Lucky you.

[necrosavior]

Oh ho, she does bones, she says. Welcome to the Ninth House.

Could've done with being called a baby less, but Mercymorn should be glad I didn't murder her.

[fogsong]

I do look pretty good in black.

Why? You know she'd have just come back and killed you in turn.

[necrosavior]

Death first to vultures and scavengers.

She tried to kill Harrow. She might have succeeded. I don't know.

[fogsong]

...as in they die first or they get to eat the dead goods first?

Oh. Well. In that case, if she comes back and you need some assistance, gimme a yell.

[necrosavior]

As in we kill them first. Ninth House saying. Harrow can say it with the best gravitas.

Thank you. She deserves it. Even if my dad already splattered her into pieces.

[fogsong]

It's a fun saying. Bet the goths love it.

No prob, I like you guys. [ and Mercy slept with Joh]

[necrosavior]

Well, in our world, we are the goths.

Yeah, we're just that cooooooooooool.

[fogsong]

Goth bone nuns. Hot.

I mean. Yeah. Duh.

[necrosavior]

I'm not a nun. Harrow's the nun.

[fogsong]

Okay, fine, goth sword bitch and goth nun. Both still hot.

[necrosavior]

Thank you. I am to ensure no one can mistake me for a nun.