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[fionnuisce]

[Standing in front of the terminal, Waver looked like hell. More accurately, like he got the hell to a terminal within two minutes of sleep paralysis wearing off. His suit jacket forgotten, the usual sunglasses were hanging off a collared shirt as black as his disheveled, untied hair.]

[Let it never be said Waver Velvet was an unkempt mess; there were just much more important things to consider right now than his personal appearance.]

I have a question. Technically several, though all geared toward the same subject.

Has there yet been any evidence of limits to this place's resurrection capabilities? An upper limit on times one can return, for example?

And what of side effects: has there ever been any indication of lingering illness or other such afflictions?

You'll have to excuse me if these are stupid questions. I hadn't had time or reason to consider the implications of this until now.

Comments

[true_noir]

I have not yet reached any upper limit. I will let you know if it comes up. Might be interesting...

[She'd died enough times in other worlds that death had lost a certain amount of its ... sting.]

[fionnuisce]

Could I ask how many times you've died here? Assuming that's not prying of some sort.

[true_noir]

(OOC: Player making a couple assumptions here about how two scenes will go...}

Twice, and no it isn't really prying that much, though I expect most would look at it as rather invasive.

[fionnuisce]

[Fine with me! <3]

I'll apologize for being invasive, then. I'm just looking for answers in a matter I should have questioned when I first arrived.

[puppy_lancer]

i dunno
i'm fine even though i've died seven times
just saw some weird stuff the seventh time

[true_noir]

I expect there are some with a clearer feeling on this, though I wonder if anyone has ever intentionally risked their integrity by testing it...

[fionnuisce]

Define 'weird stuff', if you would.

[fionnuisce]

It would have to be an individual far less sane than myself that would try such a thing, I'm afraid.

[true_noir]

I lack the motivation that I had on the island of Atia to attempt the feat, though I confess I've considered it. The god of death and I had an arrangement there as part of my service.

[fionnuisce]

That's one I haven't heard before.

[true_noir]

Another of these little pocket dimension they like to drag people to, like the one our guests came from not long ago. I served as his priestess. I still say a few prayers in his memory now and again, though I doubt he listens from this distance.

[fionnuisce]

I'm not one for religion, but I'd have to think it would be one vindictive deity that could hear anything in this place and stand idle.

[true_noir]

Hmmm, he was always a curious creature, but that is not really important.

I suppose the question is whether there is an upper limit.

[fionnuisce]

I find that the most pressing question regarding the subject, yes.

[true_noir]

Well, if your experiment successfully found an upper limit, you would hardly have a chance to know would you?

[fionnuisce]

And therein lies the problem.

[true_noir]

You could always ask Jason to verify it for you, if you wished...

[You can't see this, but she's giggling right now.]

[fionnuisce]

I may have my lapses in common sense here and there, but I'm not that stupid.

[puppy_lancer]

oh just waking up to hands holding me down
and then passing out again
and then i woke up like i would usually

[true_noir]

I suppose he's something of an acquired taste in conversational companions, isn't he?

[fionnuisce]

To put it incredibly lightly and charitably, yes.

[true_noir]

Well, you are speaking to someone who worshiped what most of her fellow guests once called a 'kidnapper,' so I am known to be somewhat more charitable to our hosts than some.

[Somewhat.]

[fionnuisce]

I suppose you have me at that. I must say I'm a bit less accepting of this than you seem to be.

Action

[oathshackledbird]

[Forget answering a text. As soon as Diarmuid sees it on the network, he knows that Waver has woke up. Ignoring the fact that his curse might still be active--people are starting to drift off now, though and he hopes that means things might be winding down--Diarmuid dashes off toward Waver's room knowing the man will most likely be at the nearest terminal.

He's not wrong and soon Diarmuid is standing behind Waver, his arms wrapped around the other man, his head buried against Waver's shoulder.

Barely audible between the sobs are a few repeated words.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

[fionnuisce]

Wh-?!

[He immediately tensed up as though expecting an attack; this might have been the one time he was too distracted to properly sense Lancer's presence beforehand.]

Diarmuid-...come on, quit it. [The disheveled teacher looked over his shoulder, not really able to do much else with the Servant's grip on him.] I'm fine. Honestly.