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[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.

[fogsong]

Do you know how nuns look from my world? Because not even Harrow would be recognized as one.

[necrosavior]

No? Is her facepaint not a dead giveaway?

[fogsong]

This is what nuns look like where I'm from. No face paint. Harrow looks more Halloween-y than Devout-y.

[necrosavior]

Okay they are 90% there with the black. Not sure where the white came from. It's supposed to be on their faces.

No no, trust me, Harrow is most devoted you could get. Rewrite reality this is what nuns look like now level of devotion. Those aren't nuns anymore. Just wanna bes on their way to the Ninth House.

[ Their faces are NAKED, Sharon. ]

[fogsong]

I'm pretty sure their outfit comes in different colors and has meaning. They'd definitely be a teeny bit cooler with the face paint. The Ninth really knocked it out of the park with that one.

Got it. Harrow = Best Most Nunly Nun to Ever Have Nunned. Other Nuns? Lost their nun license. No more being married to Jesus or whatever it is nuns do.

[necrosavior]

That sounds way more traditional every day religion-type than nuns in my experience. Face paint is great if you don't have acne. My zits hated it.

Exactly. Those nuns wish they could nun as good as her. She's been rocking the little nunlet routine since birth. Number one nun. Who needs Jesus when the Locked Tomb is right there and God my dad is out and about?

[fogsong]

I used grease face paint once for Halloween. Never. Again. [ Gideon has all her sympathy! She never broke out worse than the days that followed. Ugh. ]

Holy shit, Gideon, I'm pretty sure you're like your world's version of Jesus.

[necrosavior]

I understand. You couldn't get me to do it until the whole going to Canaan House pretending to be a good little cavalier thing. Ugh.

Per what I know, that means people should be swearing by my name. "Oh Gideon Nav!" Aaaaand everyone should know who I am? So sure, sure sure sure. Sounds fun.

[fogsong]

Worn it since?

Yes and yes. Oh, and people will hang up images of you on their walls and pray to you and eat bread some priest prayed over that they'll pretend is your flesh. It's a little fucked up.

[necrosavior]

For special occasions in Folkmore. Or when I want to get Harrow all hot and bothered.

Swearing with my name? Check.
Hanging up images of me? Check.
Pray to me? A little weird.
Eat my fake body? Excuse me, this isn't the Third house. We're gonna nix that one. Nip it in the bud.

[fogsong]

Does she ever paint your face for you? That's pretty intimate now that I think of it.

So a no-go on grape juice for fake blood, too. Got it. Communion is gonna be sad.

[necrosavior]

She does. Before we came here, it might have been intimate, but it was also beleaguered, vindictive, and bitchy. Shortly after we found each other here, there was a summer camp, and one of the activities was body paint. I had her paint me all over. Every single bone. Each one labeled in her tiny script. Now that felt like a contact high.

Communion can be a community dinner.

[fogsong]

Spicy. FYI, edible paints are a thing. In case you didn't know.

I vote for a potluck and everyone has to bring a version of a salad. Potato salad. Macaroni salad. Pasta salad. Egg salad.