a centaur and a skeleton frolicking about

[vagabone]

Who: Héctor and Foster.
What: Exploration done by the differently alive.
When: Backdated to the 7th because I am a pro
Where: Umui, G9
Warnings: Foster.

[There goes that skeleton, gamely hobbling along, backpack on one shoulder and a blanket slung over the other. It doesn't look like there's much of anything in the pack, and he doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular.

It's hard to tell what's already been looked over and what hasn't. Sure, people have found things, but where exactly? He's pretty far from the mana pool though, maybe he'll find something that was missed by everyone else.

And he doesn't have anywhere else to be, nothing better to do. The flowers have started to bloom on him... everyone with eyeballs will be able to see those cute little blue buddies lining the inside of his ribs and growing up his vertebrae. He belongs on the plague island now, where he won't do anyone harm.]

Comments

[vagabone]

[Try as he might, he can't help sounding less friendly than before. Almost all the people of Enso have been kind and helpful. They're all stranded together, so of course there's a kind of camaraderie between everyone.

He has doubts about this guy, though. The guy who seems to want to shock and horrify people for no good reason.]

I have no idea, I'm just exploring.

[cacoethes_mori]

[It's really hard to have a negative reaction to Foster that he isn't used to. He does notice, mind--it's not that he's unobservant. He just... expects it, and actually finds it something of a comfort. He can feel reasonably certain that Hector isn't lying to his face, at least for now.]

Alone?

[He makes a pensive sound, like he's judging Hector--or at least Hector's ability. Or just his wisdom.]

Hmmmm.

[vagabone]

[How dare you, señor hypocrite.]

What's that supposed to mean? You're alone too.

[cacoethes_mori]

I am!

[Alone, that is. But he is also absolutely a hypocrite. It comes with being nasty trash.]

But my survival isn't generally in anyone's better interests.

Fortunately, that means I'm at your disposal.

[Lucky, you, Hector!

...don't you feel lucky?]

[vagabone]

[He's so very lucky. It's just not good kind of luck. Somebody else with a blatant death wish, hooray! At least Foster isn't a child--children should not feel that way.]

I'm already dead, so there's not much else to worry about. [Maybe he's talking about the flowers, maybe the fact that he's a skeleton.] You want to come along?

[cacoethes_mori]

[Well, good news, Hector: Foster, at twelve, really did not want to die! The fun part is how he got from Point A to Point Z.]

Do I want to?

[Why would you even ask what he wants? He gives Hector a mildly disgusted look, but--]

Mmmm. If you have to ask, then it's probably better that I do.

[One year ago, he wouldn't have decided for you. Too bad.]

[vagabone]

[Normally, he doesn't get those nasty looks for being polite. For lying, for mooching favors off people, for being a shabby nearly-forgotten hot mess, sure. It was only a question!]

Okay, fine, shame on me for asking what you want. Come on.

[And he starts hobbling off to the southeast.]