Catch-all: Emet-Selch

[ercnerd]

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[ktiseos]

...and yet you were pushed to this in the first place.

[if he's telling the truth--

yeah emet-selch still hates it thanks.]

You are quite certain that is what occurred? Is there aught else you have to say of it?

[ercnerd]

[He opens his mouth . . . then closes it.]

That's about all I can say. And I'm certain of my memories.

[ktiseos]

...mm. Very well.

Then is there aught else you wish to speak of, before the morrow?

[ercnerd]

No. That was all I had to say.

[ktiseos]

Then if you wish, I shall leave you be. Doubtless others shall wish to speak to you.

[ercnerd]

You must have others to speak to as well. Now that I've shared what I can, I have no reason to keep you.

Week 6: Monday

[ercnerd]

[Now that he's out of that dreadfully dark mausoleum, Sieghart wanders into the kitchen for a bite. Cooking is one thing, but eating Souji's snacks with a single arm is easy. He pops a dango into his mouth and is in the process of grabbing a drink when he, sensing that he's no longer alone, looks over his shoulder.

He's got enough manners to swallow before he says anything.]

Hey. Here for a drink?

[ktiseos]

-Not quite. I do not tend to drink.

[he's a boring person, sorry, sieghart.]

Were you healed properly?

[ercnerd]

[Not even water? That's not healthy.]

Thanks to Bucky and Virgo, I'm in top form.

[Stepping aside, he stands by the counter with a glass of water. Faint scars line his left jaw and right hand; there's nothing open to be seen.]

[ktiseos]

[water and caffeine are allowed.]

Good. 'Tis strange that we should be capable of injury, after our deaths, but-- at the least, we are not left incapable of resolving it.

[ercnerd]

Is it that strange? I saw plenty of dead souls suffer injuries back at the Underworld.

[ktiseos]

Then your Underworld must be far different from the one I know. It is odd to me that we should still possess a form at all.

[ercnerd]

That seems to be the case for most.

[People are usually in such awe or confusion of having bodies when they wake up in these areas. Though . . . ]

Bodies don't mean much to your kind after death, do they?

[ktiseos]

They do not, no. Living beings from my star dissipate into their composite aether upon death-- we do not leave corpses behind.

[ercnerd]

No corpses, huh? It sounds cleaner. Does anyone ever go missing, leaving you to wonder?

[ktiseos]

I cannot say I have known this to be the case, no... but I would certainly find their soul if they had.

[ercnerd]

Hmm . . .

[He takes a sip of water.]

I suppose it'd be difficult to hide from someone like y . . .

[His easygoing smile freezes in place as he stops abruptly. For a moment he stares at nothing. Then the glass slips out from his hand and he stumbles back one step, back colliding against the counter.]

[ktiseos]

What-- Sieghart?

[he steps forward, but just up to his side, not crowding him against the counter; leaves him that space, just in case.]

What is it?

[are there lingering effects from excursions here too...]

[ercnerd]

[The floor's a mess, but at least he didn't pour himself too much of that water earlier. Sieghart doesn't seem to notice Emet-Selch as he continues to stare ahead, right hand still raised at chest level despite the glass' absence.]

Ju . . .

[ktiseos]

Sieghart!

[setting a hand on his shoulder to shake him, there, to see if he'll snap out of it; emet-selch watches him carefully, though, prepared if he should lash out as a result.]

Can you hear me?

[ercnerd]

[Shaken by the shoulder, Sieghart remains unresponsive for another moment—until he finally blinks, and then his fingers curl in loosely toward his palm on reflex as he becomes vaguely aware of Emet-Selch's sudden proximity.]

Huh?

[ktiseos]

-what happened?

[at least it seems like he's somewhat more present, now, though-- how much, he's not certain just yet.]

You've been unresponsive, the last several moments.

[ercnerd]

[He blinks.]

Uh . . . It was, you know . . .

[His gaze drifts down to the wet floor.]

Whoa, what a mess.

[ktiseos]

The mess can be remedied later. Explain-- if there is something amiss here, then it ought to be known.

[cleaning is not a priority.]

[ercnerd]

[Tell that to Souji.]

. . . Nothing's amiss. I just suddenly remembered what I'd forgotten.