[voice]

[tongueamok]

As it seems this place has stripped me of my students, I have decided I ought to find another one, perhaps two.

[Probably one. He's not holding his breath here.]

If you have any interest in learning glyphcrafting -- perhaps some minor magics as well, should you show potential -- please fill out an application. I have left them at the Clinic with Kate Galloway for accessibility.

[And also so he doesn't have to meet people in person to hand out these things.]

Thank you.

[Click.]

Comments

Re: [audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

Okay. Okay, cool.

But mind if I ask why you're asking about your opinions on the undead?

[audio]

[tongueamok]

Many are so disconnected with their aural channels that they are not capable of magic.

[Also, he super dooper hates them.]

Re: [audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

Oh. Well, uh. Technically speaking, I'm undead. A Grim Reaper, to be specific.

[oooooops

[audio]

[tongueamok]

[SO MUCH UNSURE wait]

A... grim reaper?

Re: [audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

[awkward. awkward. so much awkward, OMG]

Yeah, um. Someone who takes the souls of the living before they die and send them on to the afterlife. Which I've heard is very nice.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

... We must come from very different worlds. We have no such aberrations where I'm from, and leave the collection of souls to the Domu.

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

--wait a second, aberrations? I'm not--not one of those.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

You are an undead, are you not?

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah, but it's not like I asked to be one.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

[Oh. Oh that could be true. He clears his throat.]

Ah. My apologies.

[audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that is very true in George's case

there is a lull in replies until]

...it's okay. I know that--that what I am is kind of weird.

[audio]

[tongueamok]

[And now he feels just a little bit bad -- you know, just a little bit. A hair. A wee, tiny itch of guilt.]

I suppose everyone is in their own way, myself included.

Re: [audio]

[toiletseat_girl]

[good. she already feels bad about what she is, other people should feel bad for her, too]

Yeah? How're you weird?

[tongueamok]

I would prefer not to discuss my eccentricities with a complete stranger.

[Guilty or not, apparently.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I'm not a complete stranger. Besides, you already know I'm technically undead. That's a pretty big piece of information to share.

[tongueamok]

I don't even know your name.

[Yet.]

[toiletseat_girl]

My name is George.

[tongueamok]

[He stifles a grunt, but one might be able to pick up that he hates being met like this.]

Carlisle Longinmouth.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she gets the general idea, yes]

Nice to meet you, Carlisle.

[tongueamok]

[There's a pause after that, as though he's still debating on that whole " discussing his eccentricities with a near-complete stranger" thing, but he finally resigns himself to having been outplayed in this conversation.]

I'm afraid of birds.

[toiletseat_girl]

[yeah, she's good at that. although she's a little confuzzled at his fear]

Birds? Why birds?

[tongueamok]

You've seen birds, haven't you? Flying little beasts with talons and beaks, a filthy amalgamation of feathers and noise that has no respect for personal boundaries?

[toiletseat_girl]

They say that birds are descended from dinosaurs.

[tongueamok]

... Dinosaurs?

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah, dinosaurs. You know, like the T-Rex, the raptor, stuff like that.