[RNG says we're here at the Science Lab! Zelgadis has his hood pulled up as if it will somehow make him less visible as he paws around inside cabinets, pulling out suspicious-looking vials of mystery-liquids and holding them up to the light very carefully while pinching them between his stone fingers.]
[oh this is the best place she could end up, actually.
she glances over her shoulder at him from where she's rummaging, and then - without any ado or fanfare, wanders over to squint at the mysterious liquid.]
They forbid it? [this is so wild to her] That's all we do. Bones and dead guys and attaching your expired immortal soul to a body for a second so you can ask it what it had for breakfast.
[He glances over and also raises an eyebrow. Doing what with souls...?]
Yeah... A lot of people don't like when their local gravesites get desecrated. Or when mad sorcerers try to raise skeleton armies. Or when stray zombies roam the countryside, terrorizing villages.
Honestly, that sounds so much more chaotic than what I'm trying to describe. None of it happens against people's wills, mostly, it's a fuckin' honor to be the Lord and Lady's new sexy unflesh maid.
[i mean, clearly, she doesn't think so, but in a "that's lame" way and not a "that's horrifying" way.]
[he's not the only one who has a hard time with the things that come out of gideon's mouth if it makes him feel better.]
Nothing as formal as all that, but they do get repurposed. It's just the way things are on the Ninth. I never really thought about it being different somewhere else.
[well this is short and to the point: catch gideon climbing over the counter in the fairway to just straight up try to steal one of the ugly knock off plushies. she is committing crimes, come join her.]
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