Private Finished Ask me whats it like to have Myself so figured out

ReD · Nov 13, 2017

Lochlann leaned back and rested on the floor. He kept his hands folded over his abdomen, not entirely convinced that the scary spider wouldn’t get provoked by something and spring and disembowel him. Lochlann was always waiting for something to go wrong.

He was still drunk himself and he was now in that not pleasant but not unpleasant state that reminded him of being on a rocking boat. Or, rather, it reminded him of breeching the surface of the ocean and just floating. Only this time there wasn’t a seagull lying on his back.

“I think I’m marked,” Lochlann confessed. “Maybe not like an undead. In a different way. Like…”

He trailed off, the thought entirely gone as his stomach lurched and he fell his mouth fill with saliva. Lochlann closed his eyes and let the nausea crash over him. This had reminded him. Lochlann was missing time. He had gaps in his memory that he couldn't explain. It reminded him of...

“Have you ever been in love, professor?” Lochlann slurred.

Ooc: thank you sooo much for your patience! Things have been absolutely crazy

WorldDevourer · Nov 20, 2017

"Love." said Charlie, staring at the ceiling. He thought for a moment. He had had beaus and suitors yes. But many of them could not deal with the skeletal aspect of his true nature. The only one who real could was his current... something, Penelope, but she didn't deal in the physical. But he was not sure if any of that had been love. "Honestly, i don't know. Its very hard to pin down, is love. Lust is easy, but love has no set criteria. Maybe i can't love. I don't have all the glands." He chuckled at this, slightly nervously

He thought for a moment about the boys earlier point for a moment about being marked. He had heard of curses before, but who would curse Lochlann? He seemed like a nice kid, who had made a few mistakes, but all in all, good.

"And marked?" Charlie sighed and took a sip of the whisky. It was strange, but it warmed his cold bones" I've heard people talk about being marked by bad luck, but i'm not sure if it's real. I've annoyed some quite powerful people over the years, and never really had something like that. What makes you think you have been marked?"

He had once met a shaman who believed his whole life he had been cursed by a talking frog. So he lived in solitude, barely eating or sleeping, trying to avoid the curse. But wasn't that worse than the curse itself?

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ReD · Nov 22, 2017

Lochlann made a decision.

And his decision was this: he didn't hate the professor's voice.

It was a short step away from deciding that he didn't hate the professor entirely, and in truth, Lochlann wouldn't say he hated him. It was more or less that professors in general intimidated him. But Charlie was okay.

Did Lochlann know what love was?

He hesitated for a moment and then frowned, wondering if maybe he really didn't. He certainly wasn't worthy of it, but was it possible this was just part of his own mechanisms as a predator, something to make him more likely to seek out a good meal?

The thought was disturbing to him. Lochlann reached over for Charlie's cup and took a quick drink, then set it back down.

He felt like he needed to go, so he asked a question he felt would not be received well.

"Can you uh...you know, bone, as a skeleton?" Lochlann asked, pun only partially intended.

WorldDevourer · Nov 25, 2017

There was silence for a moment. Then a sound. It was deep, rumbling honest laughter, joined by a slightly drunken snort. Charlie chuckled quite a bit, but this was proper laughter. Charlie didn't laugh much, as things went. He lived quite a solitary existance, but on this island, there was so much humor. He steadied himself and took a breath.

"No" Charlie said, trying to stop himself laughing "No, I can't bone. I don't have any organs, including that one" and then, after another sharp start of laughter "a skeleton who can't bone, it sounds like a nonsense poem. Most of my relationships tend to be emotional, not so much physical. No lips to kiss. But hey if i can find love, why not anyone else?" He asked rhetorically, before attempting to focus on Lochlann, and asking "Why do you ask, other than curiosity?"

Lochlann was a good kid. A little misguided sure, but his heart was in the right place.

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ReD · Dec 9, 2017

By now, Lochlann should have learned to expect the unexpected with Charlie.

That being said, he was not prepared for the skeleton’s vivacious laughter. When Charlie was talking, even without his glamour, it was very easy to forget that he was, sort of, technically, dead.

When he laughed, Lochlann realized how truly, deeply alive Charlie was. So he couldn’t bone, which to Lochlann was unfathomable. What would be life without it? But here was Charlie, laughing so deeply, so richly, that Lochlann felt…

What the hell was this?

All this feeling?

A eons old skeleton professor who once harbored dreams of conquering the world was more alive than Lochlann, barely out of high school, was.

Why was he asking?

“Makes me curious about your skills with the ladies is all,” Lochlann joked, but he picked himself up off the floor. His legs were unsteady but some of the tension seemed to have eased its way out of his body.

“Thanks professor,’ Lochlann said. He reached a hand out to either help the other man up or shake it depending on the professor’s preference. Lochlann wasn’t sure and would probably do both.
By now, Lochlann should have learned to expect the unexpected with Charlie.

That being said, he was not prepared for the skeleton’s vivacious laughter. When Charlie was talking, even without his glamour, it was very easy to forget that he was, sort of, technically, dead.

When he laughed, Lochlann realized how truly, deeply alive Charlie was. So he couldn’t bone, which to Lochlann was unfathomable. What would be life without it? But here was Charlie, laughing so deeply, so richly, that Lochlann felt…

What the hell was this?

All this feeling?

A eons old skeleton professor who once harbored dreams of conquering the world was more alive than Lochlann, barely out of high school, was.

Why was he asking?

“Makes me curious about your skills with the ladies is all,” Lochlann joked, but he picked himself up off the floor. His legs were unsteady but some of the tension seemed to have eased its way out of his body.

“Thanks professor,’ Lochlann said. He reached a hand out to either help the other man up or shake it depending on the professor’s preference. Lochlann wasn’t sure and would probably do both.

WorldDevourer · Dec 12, 2017

Charlie grasped the hang and used it to pull himself up. It wasn't hard, and Charlie was sure he had exerted little stress on Lochlann. He was very light, being just bones and all, no heavy muscle or fat to weigh him down. Charlie's hands were surprisingly cold, like a wooden bannister, with no organic warmth to them.

"My skills with the ladies" said Charlie, swaying slightly as he stood "are excellent. After all, you can't spell Necromancer without romancer." He bent over and picked up the bottle of whisky, now half empty, and placed it onto the work surface. "As you can see, i'm just skin and bones, so i have to woo people with words. If you do it right, it can be more effective."

"It's no problem. I always enjoy visitors, no matter how unexpected they might be" he smiled down at the boy, attempting what he thought was a kind smile. Skulls are so... unexpressive, so charlie had to rely on the glowing orbs which hung, suspended, in his eye sockets, after all, the kind eyes of his glamour mirrored the light of the eyes. "Especially when i get to get out some of the nice whisky. I've been itching to drink it for years."

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ReD · Dec 12, 2017

OOC; you can't spell Necromancer without romancer.

I LOST IT.

BiC:

Lifting up Charlie was a little disorienting. Even as a skeleton, Lochlann tended to impose a little bit of the glamour Charlie first presented as in his mind's eye. It was like he was seeing both when he looked at the professor: what he was and what he pretended to be.

But the sheer weightlessness of him.

Lochlann had two thoughts: the first thought was sudden and more immediate, probably a result of the alcohol. He could picture how terrifying it might be if Charlie did want to conquer the world again and what an asset Lochlann could have been as a water horse. It's not like he could drown Charlie. As the Lich's mount, Lochlann could take him places.

His father could use magic. He could open doors at the bottom of lakes and resurface in any portion of water. Lorcan was fast, too, and was skilled at cursing.

Lochlann was already faster than Lorcan. He was better at being human, too. Would the rest of his magic have fallen along the same upward trajectory if Lochlann wasn't so busy pretending to be human?

That thought was pushed away quickly. The thought Lochlann was trying to ignore was that Charlie was so weightless Lochlann feared for a moment that he'd made the other man up. He felt like he was losing his mind anymore.

"You should enjoy it more," Lochlann said, suddenly, about the whiskey. "I know you're immortal and a bajillion years old, but sometimes it's nice to just be in the moment."

Like right now.

"I'll have to stop by again then," Lochlann said. "Because it sounds like you have a collection of pick-up lines I need to learn."

His voice was still a little bit slurred, but he waved towards the professor and stumbled to the door...crashing into next to nothing on his way out.

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Private Finished Ask me whats it like to have Myself so figured out

ReD

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