Video - UN: Runeseeker (CW for Body Horror/Headlessness)
If you want to get ahead in life, I recommend keeping a good one on your shoulders. The alternative is troublesome.
[Badum Tish.
That dryly delivered and awful joke was said by Vira-Lorr's head, which was resting on a metal plate in front of her. She was seated in her fortune teller's booth, relaxed back and reclined in her chair, wearing a particularly high necked Ao Dai that completely concealed the clean cut from sight. Trails of smoke extended from within the collar, floating upwards. Her head, meanwhile, was resting in the spot that the crystal ball usually would, looking about as acrid and "Over every last minute of this" as she possibly could. There was no way in which she was pleased by this.]
Ahem. It appears that some of the masks are a bit too effective at making us seem like monsters. This was an experience I was not planning to have again. But, rather than search high and low for blood in this situation? I will tolerate it as long as I must until it returns to normal. The discomfort is ... minimal. It's just very disorienting.
However, until this remedies itself, I will be sticking to the shop closely. I don't have a collar to keep from losing my head after all, you understand. And... [she switched which leg was crossed on top of each other and, in the process her leg accidentally bumped her head, causing it to topple over with a yelp of distress.]
This! This is exactly why I am not going out right now! Damnit! I'll have whoever's head for this!
[The answer came when a small litwick hopped up on top of the table and waved at the camera angle beatifically, touching a button and blessedly ending the feed.]
[Badum Tish.
That dryly delivered and awful joke was said by Vira-Lorr's head, which was resting on a metal plate in front of her. She was seated in her fortune teller's booth, relaxed back and reclined in her chair, wearing a particularly high necked Ao Dai that completely concealed the clean cut from sight. Trails of smoke extended from within the collar, floating upwards. Her head, meanwhile, was resting in the spot that the crystal ball usually would, looking about as acrid and "Over every last minute of this" as she possibly could. There was no way in which she was pleased by this.]
Ahem. It appears that some of the masks are a bit too effective at making us seem like monsters. This was an experience I was not planning to have again. But, rather than search high and low for blood in this situation? I will tolerate it as long as I must until it returns to normal. The discomfort is ... minimal. It's just very disorienting.
However, until this remedies itself, I will be sticking to the shop closely. I don't have a collar to keep from losing my head after all, you understand. And... [she switched which leg was crossed on top of each other and, in the process her leg accidentally bumped her head, causing it to topple over with a yelp of distress.]
This! This is exactly why I am not going out right now! Damnit! I'll have whoever's head for this!
[The answer came when a small litwick hopped up on top of the table and waved at the camera angle beatifically, touching a button and blessedly ending the feed.]

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[He got this. But that last little detail was...]
That's pretty gross.
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The fact that the first time this happened was because of my death is an irony that isn't lost on me.
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Do I want to know how that happened?
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[Badum tish.]
There was a strange month where a demented robot bear ran kangaroo courts and executed people in novel ways. You can fill in the blanks I think. Thankfully the footage is lost to the ages now.
Sorry this took so long. :( Feel free to drop if it's too old.
A demented ro... [His voice trailed off. Really, he should definitely know better by now. He shook his head and sighed.] Right. Because of course there was.
heh no prob. i don't mind continuing this one a bi tmore. It's informative for them.
It was my sixth death. Something... broke in my body and I was trapped in the state of death until the dream was nearly done.
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Did it... break... because of how many times?
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And when it happened, the gates of death opened. Ramona started to more directly intervene among us with the last of her power, so it might very well have been her intervention too.
She never was competent at raising the dead.
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[Keith frowned a bit.]
Did Ramona care for Julia?
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[She scowled and then sighed.]
When she first arrived? Yes. She bonded with her as a friend. I think she legitimately cared. But she came to believe she wasn't real, and that she only existed as long as Julia imagined her into being. So she sought ways to keep the girl from draining all of her power...
and when she was near death, she did anything, absolutely anything to keep Julia alive. Just a little longer.
She loved her, but she feared death and oblivion more than she loved. A drowning woman grasping for flotsam to survive.
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Thanks, though. I can't imagine that it's easy to talk about this stuff.
[He'd only died once so far... that he remembered... and that was hard enough to think about. Did it get harder or easier with more deaths? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out.]
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[She sighed and her lips twitched with restrained emotion, clearly on the edge of anger that she rarely expressed.]
What that woman did to all of us, how she betrayed the girl? I understand the fear of death all too well, but her actions were awful. I ... have less trouble dealing with my own deaths than I do avoiding wanting to just scream every time I talk about her.
Mother Superior was most peoples' villain. She was mine.
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Which probably sounds odd right now.
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Thanks, though... for the information. It's helpful. I uh... hope your head gets... better...? [That was definitely the weird part.] Just don't leave it behind somewhere.
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And I've learned how not to lose my head literally. It should right itself soon. Hopefully. But thank you for the concern.
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See ya.