exsilium | iii sandglass

[The video clicks on and Susan's panting, she's taking a break, and there a lot of ... dead things around her. Twitching and groaning pieces of whatever it was that had been undead. Bits of blood splattered on her face, her clothes but she's made sure not to swallow a drop of it. The sword that she carries with her has been shoved in the ground, that same tacky red so thick it's black blood sticking to it's not quite visible blade. It suits that skull of a pommel so nicely. She's crouched down, arms resting on her knees as she talks.]

If anyone needs some help... feel free to ask. [there's a groan from off screen] Oh for the love of -- it's bad enough you're an abomination to death without point or purpose and are displaced, but couldn't you at least have the decency to shut up?

[she's growling, for her. Her mood is black. Black like her clothes, black like the streak in her hair. It's inherited. Grandfather got in such a foul mood when things didn't go his way, Susan wasn't any better as it turned out.] Honestly. This time of year. All I wanted was a nice, normal Hogswatch. With a nice normal family, where we all sat around giving presents. Then everything goes to bloody pieces -- and then I get sucked here instead.

These aren't even proper zombies! They're just mindless creatures. They don't even want to live really, zombies are supposed to want to live more than anything and get on with it! [she's ranting, she's really upset when it comes down to it. About everything. About this stupid situation, about her life is at odds again and she can't even fix it, about the auditors, about that this place doesn't make sense and people keep questioning her. But with no proper outlet, and with these monsters to kill, it's all bubbling up.] God, what would Grandfather even say? This goes against everything he is. If I ever find out who did this, I swear...

[There's another groan, and something else seems to be moving and she's fed up. Doesn't bother turning the device off. Just drops it and in one smooth move she pulls the blade from the ground. It is a clear shot of her. Or most of her. The zombie that is shambling towards her. She raises the blade up -- it's too big for her, wielding with two hands. Still it's wielded with no problem and the poor light glints off the skull. For a moment she's not Susan, she's seven foot tall with her cloak flaring out behind.]

Wʜᴇɴ I ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ -- ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ! [the words aren't spoken, but they're heard. They roll like like thunder, crack light lightning and are as heavy as the cement slabs sliding into place over graves. She swings the blade and beheads it cleanly. Smooth as butter, not like hacking through something made of flesh and bones, the blue light on the edge of the blade bright against the muck around it. Once it's dead, she stomps back to the device. Seemingly back to normal.] If anyone needs me, just contact me.

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... It's probably not what they really expected. [Oh their humour, it is just so grave.]

It's... not something I'd be inclined to do in my spare time. Life is messy enough without that sort of thing.

If it is, I'd question their occupation choice.

Heh, it sure is.

There's no accounting for taste, I suppose? Especially where death is concerned.

Guess not, but you seem to have some rather informed opinions about the matter.

[Goddamnit Zelos, not you too.]

Well. We've all got our experiences.

[Sorry girl, you're kinda obvious]

Ahahah, yeah I guess we all do.

[ 8[ Lies she is the most subtle to ever subtle.]

Mine just happen to be along those lines.

Death and zombies, you mean.

Death. Zombies are living still, usually. So they don't go as hand in hand as you think they would.

[a snort] Right, forgot that.

So what are you, like an angel of death or something?

[She flicks this over to private.]

Most people do, it's alright.

[she pulls a fact at that.] No, not in the slightest. But that is a nicer title than some people give.

[Huh? Is he on the right track?]

Oh?

Then what is it?

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[to close to comfort sadly.]

Well usually they're too terrified to get too creative. Not that it's mine either. The title that is... I'm just... [she ran her hand down her face, smearing a little blood in the process. Oh well, good thing it's voice.] ... something else.

Look how good are you at uncomfortable processes of life?

Something...else. Okay.

Me? Well..I died once but I seem to be alive again so not sure that I'd call myself good at that stuff. But I can handle talk about it.

I guess to would be more correct to say I'm mostly human. Therefore I don't exactly have a category like some creatures.

[f r o w n i n g.] Another one then. You're another person I've met that's been revived from the dead.

Mostly human and partly something else? [He can kinda relate, considering his species varies on who you ask]

Really? There's more like that? Geez, why haven't I met any? [He's not a lone freak show? That's comforting!]

Exactly like that.

[She shrugged.] I mean as far as the thinking goes, we're all dead somewhere, that I know about. All death is more or less is certain.

[Dang, elusive. Oh well he'll let it drop for now]

You think so huh? How philosophical and morbid.

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