don't fret, it's not worth it | thalia | prologue | closed: umi
Thalia Blake wonders sometimes, what is death like?
She has an affinity for it, of course. Death, that is, and more specifically, communing with those who have passed, but she’s never gotten much of an impression of what the afterlife may be like. Is it bright? Is it dark? She wishes that the spirits would give her a clearer answer.
And with the apparent fact that so many are now eliminated, wiped out by this EMD… ah, wasn’t this her chance? A pleasurable coincidence, that she lived! Her, and these others… who were they? She had examined them from her seat at the back of the bus, tuning out the irritatingly rambling voice of their new ‘teacher’. Was she qualified? Hm… likely not. One pale hand rested at the necromancer’s cheek as she turned to look out the window, observing the suffering of those less fortunate. A pity it was, but things like this… well, what exactly was this?
Thalia’s eyes had widened and then narrowed in turn with their arrival. She had considered making a break for it when the strangers began knocking her new companions out, but then… was there a point in it? Testing fate… it was useless, wasn’t it. So she had remained seated, smiling dryly up at the guard before she too joined the realm of sleep.
And so, here she was, being briefed on some disease that was spreading. It was enough to make her tremble in fear! How delightful! How mysterious, how enchanting, how perfect that, she, the great necromancer, should be here, able to study this new phenomenon of death. Truly it was the thing she was most curious about!
( Perhaps it would have been more appealing if their guide did not have such an irritating voice. The girl finds herself wincing, muttering under her breath, some curse in a foreign language- it’s probably best that no one’s there to hear… or receive it. )
A tittering laugh emerges from Thalia as the announcement concludes. In good hands, was she? With this Momoku and her dear friend to guide her, surely she would have nothing to fear! She only wonders what other wonderful surprises will await her once she exits the room. With a shuffling of robes, she stands, adjusting her cloak and the strands of beads that adorned it before making her way to the door. It was quaint. The necromancer’s bizarre garb didn’t really fit the situation, however…
Ah, well! It wasn’t as if she’d be changing.
Like an out-of-place and overdramatic wraith, the girl heads down the hall, her cloak blowing out behind her despite the lack of wind. Had she practiced that? Lame. And where was she going? Well, the kitchen, of course! What self-respecting demon summoner wouldn’t need some fuel after being knocked out and mysteriously placed in a new location.
She enters the kitchen, but her pale hand pauses on the door at the sight of the other person inside. Her eyes widen in shock? Recognition? It’s hard to tell, but for a moment, she manages to go even paler than her already luminescent self.
The shock fades partially as she tries to straighten herself up, reaching up to run fingers through her bangs before finally… speaking.
"This situation… isn’t it the most exciting, fascinating thing? Ah, I do wonder… a farce, reality? Which is it? And when will we find out?"
Okay, you weirdo.
"And how are you feeling, my darling?"
Please chill.