Yeah. Necromancers work so close with the dead it's hard not to.
Best I can explain it is people die. They pass on to the River. You have unfinished business? Your ghost turns into a revenant. Some of the necros can pull those out and talk to them. Sometimes you can even pull a regular ghost back if it was recent enough, with blood.
Doesn't always work, but it's a thing. [a shrug.] Maybe we'll get to talk to his ghost, if he really is gone.
[...] But probably not. I don't think that kid had the anger in him enough to drag himself back.
[lavi listens closely, and despite this entire situation for what it is -- he looks like he's enjoying the explanation... and then he hears that last part, and his expression turns sober again.]
...Anger, huh? Met some pretty easygoing folks so far, but... [yeah, he thinks so too.
he runs a hand through his hair,]
Wish I talked to the guy a little more, asked him what he thought of the contest. [and whether he wanted to win]
[she's a little endeared at how much he seems to like the nerd shit, at the very least.]
I'll tell you this - most people don't want to die. Even if they think they do? They don't. [she leans against the bar.] It's just a matter of how far they'll go to make sure it doesn't happen.
[she looks SO DISGRUNTLED at the thought of that.]
Maybe. God, that was the fucking dumbest ass shit I've done in months. Did I tell you what happened? The booth where you get phone cases showed up after we finished.
If it was, I got fucked. Half an hour of calling boys to see if they liked me and all I ended up with was capitalism. [it's funny that it happened to harrow, though]
It was a romance novel called The Fault In Our Stars. [ty did this] Guy gets sick from cancer, and I was that guy. I was saying his lines and everything.
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Best I can explain it is people die. They pass on to the River. You have unfinished business? Your ghost turns into a revenant. Some of the necros can pull those out and talk to them. Sometimes you can even pull a regular ghost back if it was recent enough, with blood.
Doesn't always work, but it's a thing. [a shrug.] Maybe we'll get to talk to his ghost, if he really is gone.
[...] But probably not. I don't think that kid had the anger in him enough to drag himself back.
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...Anger, huh? Met some pretty easygoing folks so far, but... [yeah, he thinks so too.
he runs a hand through his hair,]
Wish I talked to the guy a little more, asked him what he thought of the contest. [and whether he wanted to win]
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I'll tell you this - most people don't want to die. Even if they think they do? They don't. [she leans against the bar.] It's just a matter of how far they'll go to make sure it doesn't happen.
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You think someone could have killed him? Like a one less person to challenge Satan kinda thing.
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I think it's not unlikely. It'd be stupid. But people have done worse for less.
It might have been that the kid just got fucked around and found out on.
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Same thing happen to him like it did us, maybe? I jumped from my seat when I heard the music.
[the Pavlovian instinct of Lavi running as soon as his phone started playing shit]
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Maybe. God, that was the fucking dumbest ass shit I've done in months. Did I tell you what happened? The booth where you get phone cases showed up after we finished.
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-- Seriously? [HELLO?] Was that supposed to be your reward or something... Everything at the library went right back to normal after ours.
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What'd you get out of yours, then?
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Just some random junk. A bookmark, glow in the dark stars, fake first aid kit for toys, and then a real first aid kit in my room.
[...]
Whenever we opened a book, the story in it turned real. Eto got burned, Chandra had to fight a wolf, and I got a terminal illness.
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-- You fucking what?
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It was a romance novel called The Fault In Our Stars. [ty did this] Guy gets sick from cancer, and I was that guy. I was saying his lines and everything.
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... God. [if christ was a thing where she's from that's what she would've said. that's the energy.] You're not still sick? Are you okay?
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he waves a hand, as if he can physically remove that experience from his life,]
M'fine, we wrote that the disease went away and I got better. [...] I still felt pretty wiped out after though, like during the party.
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and then she reaches and ruffles his hair a bit. instinctive, maybe? she looks vaguely embarrassed when she pulls back, but.]
Watch your fucking back, man. Don't show up dead. [):]
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then he leans over to nudge her in the arm, hehe.]
Right back atcha. No more shitty phone calls, yeah?