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[slightlytaller]

A quick question.

I see we're dealing with some sort of unending night scenario. The pirates and the squid thing are easy enough, but I've got to know:

Is this a Vampire kind of darkness or a Werewolf kind of darkness? I can figure the rest out accordingly if someone has an answer.

Also the convenience stores here suck. The tea is weak, I can't find a decent sandwich, and all of the rival shops are out of a proper cleaner to get the salt stains off my glasses.

Anyone feel like sharing any tips?

- V

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[slightlytaller]

It wouldn't be the strangest thing I've heard.

[Waver commented, dryly. Then added:]

I bet the necromancers you work with also make chalk from bone dust, and use fingers as bullets.

[A shrug. One of the few colleagues that he trusted his students with was a necromancer of a unique reputation. More importantly, they both believed in the art of doing what was right instead of doing what the politics of their society told them to do.]

...You should be warned, I might not be that great with decorative choices. Most of my wardrobe is black.

[megatheorem]

You mean recycling?

[Is this a joke? He's not explaining it; maybe it is. The Sixth makes use of enough organic material, fat-based and so on, that maybe finger bullets wouldn't be so strange at all.

Still, it's delivered with the mild affect of maybe-a-joke-maybe-not, and he snorts, gesturing at himself and his head-to-toe grays.]

Blame the sun going out for a boring color scheme, if you want. Ultimately, it's your card.

[slightlytaller]

...Huh. I guess the necromancer I know would call it 'recycling.'

[He shrugged. Waver and Sisigou Kairi, the Necromancer in question, were united in their shared disinterest in the politics of mage society but their willingness to play regardless. They both knew what was up, and that was the part that was important.]

I don't think Captain Amaranth will judge too much about the color. Her girlfriend, whom I've yet to meet, might.