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[necromanswers]

Hey folks. PSA for you. Name's Lup, I own Affurgato. Congrats to those who've already met my fabulous self.

As a heads up: I'm a lich. Other terms include: undead, corpse-walker, monster, abomination. Someone screamed "The Raven's Misfortune" at me once and I thought that was delightfully poetic.

If you have a problem with this, you can eat my entire ass. If you want to BRING your problem to me, I'll be happy to set YOUR ass on fire.

Now, are there any deeply personal details I ought to know about you in order for us to be friends? Apparently I have trust issues and aren't accustomed to mortal cultural norms.

that's all, have a great day or whatever

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[scourgingstars]

wait, you too?

i mean i assumed there to be something but

[after a minute and several unsuccessful attempts to remember how locking something worked:]

can i meet you at the cafe at some point, would that be alright

[flawed_immortality]

[It's a good while after this post goes up that he can stop arguing with himself and actually attempt to formulate a response.]

What are you trying to accomplish?

[necromanswers]

I don't especially like to commiserate where I work, but I can make an exception since we're closed today. Sure, come on down.

[necromanswers]

oh, are we talking now?

[because that's what she was trying to accomplish, actually.]

[Private] DW ate that the first time oops

[flawed_immortality]

[Another long pause. Is he doing something else or just unable to commit himself fully to this particular conversation?]

I don't know.

Are you going to be purposefully hurtful?

[Like he gets why but, Sweet Shiva, Lup you're vicious.]

[jinzhong]

Huh. Okay.

I'm Jackie. Nice to meet you, Lup.

...I guess I'm undead too? Depends on how you define it I guess

[hmm he doesn't like considering this]

[sweetlies]

[He stares at this for a long time.

A very long time. And then-]

Bizarre Dolls, we call them, where Undertaker and I are from.

My brother is one of them. So who am I to judge?

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[kingkingcxiii]

So that would make you akin to Ardyn?

[Even if the method of their 'creation' was different. Still, that explains a lot about what was has been going on.]

I know there are certain things that harm him that do not harm others. Is there anything I should be aware of?

[He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you, Lup.]

[scourgingstars]

a fair point, apologies, it was the first place i thought of.

i’ll be there shortly

[‘Shortly’ given how Ardyn traveled, actually meant ‘a couple minutes’ before he was there, uneasily piking his head in the door.]

...Lup? Is everything—well, no, clearly something’s not right, but is there anything I can do?

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[astralera]

[ ... While fully aware that Lup is perfectly capable of handling things herself, Era can't help the spark of anger that ignites at the thought of anyone treating her differently for what she is. ]

Hello, Lup.

You were so pretty, I never would have guessed you were undead.

Not that you aren't still pretty. That form was just a different sort of pretty — stygian, wild, and eldritch. It is a good 'aesthetic', I think.

I know you are more than capable of lighting asses on fire all your own, if you would like assistance in doling out elemental judgement you need only ask.

[nyxly]

[ Holy shit.

This is one way of explaining how she has at least been world hopping for at least a century at this point. Undead, too. The magic and means is beyond him. The closest experience he’s had to any sort of undead were the Kings and... well, shit— is he included among being undead? And there are daemons names as liches, too...

He feels as if this is beyond him. ]

uh

guess that’s not something that comes up in normal conversation huh

[ And for good reason, he’d think, which begs the question as to what triggered her to post this so openly on the network.

As for Nyx himself, he has other thoughts.... but he’s still too preoccupied to express them. So, there it is: a placeholder comment for when his mind catches up with this revelation. He’s wary, yes. But Lup is not blighted by the Scourge. Her liche-ness? is not borne of daemonhood. She does not manifest from the same shadowy miasma that will steal their sun away. ]

[iustaegis]

Oh my goodness Lup!!

[ Being so forthcoming on such a sensitive subject... she can’t even imagine. ]

This would never stop us from being friends! Is everything okay??

[necromanswers]

I mean, I'm not here to identity police, my dude.

how do YOU define undead, because for me it's a very specific species

[necromanswers]

a little patronizing of a term, I think, but I appreciate the sentiment. you're a good kid.

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[necromanswers]

I can't speak for Ardyn, but he has a similar feel, magically. We're gonna have a talk and then we'll see.

[She appreciates the candid response, as well as the privacy.]

I'm not a huge fan of radiant damage - holy, light, what-have-you - so don't sunblast me or anything, ideally. This body's normal though, so don't do what you wouldn't do to a human and we're gucci

[necromanswers]

oh SHIT eldritch, that's a good one too, forgot about that

I dig the aesthetic sometimes myself. thanks for that, and for the zap offer. Fingers crossed it doesn't end up necessary, but this isn't a thing I usually do.

[necromanswers]

[oh. hi there, new bud. surprise?]

Ideally it shouldn't have to come up at all, but that's just me not finding it especially relevant, I suppose. Sorry if this changes anything.

[Not sorry sorry, and not sorry for what she is, but y'know. Courtesy.]

[necromanswers]

Oh, sure. Things are peachy. How are you?

[She's not here to name and shame, she just wants it out there.]

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[notkakashi]

[ look at all the passive-agressiveness in this post...! ]

Well, that's one way to introduce yourself! Then again I feel like it takes away the pleasant surprise factor for later on.

[ This guy doesn't have any friends. ]

[sweetlies]

Can't say I named them, and I'm not sure it really applies now. They were just mindless puppets, really, when I first saw them. My brother, he's more alive. Thinking, breathing, eating.

Could I ask something without being rude?

[It may sound rude either way but he doesn't mean it to be.]

[necromanswers]

[Lup is already settled at one of the booths, an open two-seater couch with a table in front. There's a bottle of wine with some glasses set up, one of which she's already sipping, and she's more or less surrounded by three cats, but there's room. Considering how quickly he arrived, it's obvious that she only just got there herself.]

Nah, you can't fix stupid. Sometimes you just have to let things be as they are. Want some wine?

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[necromanswers]

All things considered, I feel owed at least a little bit of hurt.

[But no, probably not... much.]

[necromanswers]

You can try to, sure.

[Yeah, there's no guarantee it won't end up that way, but she can take effort into account.]

[scourgingstars]

...I would, if you don't mind sharing.

[He slid into the booth as well, only a little bit less awkward than usual. If nothing else, he felt just a little bit more at ease around her given...all of the everything.]

You're a great deal more forward than I am. Respectable, really.

[necromanswers]

That only counts if you think the surprise is pleasant, doesn't it?

[Some sure don't think that!]