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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:04 pm
"My wires are more crossed at times than others..." he muttered to the queeries directed his way. He was both a little perturbed and somewhat relieved when Thirteen payed him little mind, even if he had made that comment about some sooner than others. He obviously didn't think MIX was going to be next, and apparently he was less interesting for it... o.0
He listened to the conversation for a few moments more, senses still buzzing slightly but returning to "normal". "I've heard you can hear the dead better while you're sleeping. Closer to their state and less likely to filter out their words with your own mental noise..." He grinned slightly. "Though that would require sleeping near the castle of bones."
He pondered briefly. "But then... can you be sure that the ghosts are going to bother saying anything? And we may be more expendable, but I don't know that it means all that much. After all, they've bothered getting these other humans to "look after us" even when we've proved to no longer be useful for whatever it is they're trying to do. I've heard that there are a lot that didn't survive... and perhaps we'll join them when all is said and done, in the bone castle. But for now it seems to me that we hold some importance aside from all that poking and prodding."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:22 am
"--like you walked out of a bone castle yourself," XXX said, at length, once she'd recovered from the start of MIX's yelp.
She settled back on her haunches once more, relax posture belied by the attentive cant of her ears. She wasn't going to be taken off guard like that a second time, if she could help it. All the talk of death, though, quickly had her chuckling under her breath--a dark sound, to be sure, but amused nevertheless.
"Don't know how talkative the dead would be. Dreams or otherwise," she explained her own humor after a moment. "Not a lot to think about on the other side."
That they were expendable...well. It warranted a grim snort of acknowledgment from the reanimated Layhr; she knew that too well herself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:38 am
"Right", added XV. "What do dead care about once they are what they are? Not much." A short silence made her feel obligated to add "Not much, that is, if they don't come back."
The whole topic intimidated her. The Layhr doesn't know a thing about death, and, fortunately, it never happened to her. She was feeling overwhelmed by these thoughts said out loud by Layhrs who know much more about it, for some reason. Death is a special subject for this matter. And it felt like she could hardly add to the conversation, only witness the revelations and theories everyone had to give.
But a noise made her turn her head, and it was Musashi, standing up. A good occasion to avoid the rest of the conversation, she would now have plenty of time to think properly about death, and eventually come back, and stop feeling so ignorant and naive.
"Gotta take care of my human, guys. See you!", she gently said, walking away calmly.
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