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limacharlie2017-09-07 06:46 pm
whattaprick) wrote in limacharlie2017-09-07 06:46 pm
PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157
Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.
[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]
Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!
[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]
For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--
Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!
[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]
[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]
Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!
[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]
For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--
Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!
[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]
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I have no external soul.
[Though panserbjørn armor might be their souls, Zecora has no certain sense of that from hers. She is certain that it is of her, a greater part than simple worn accouterments, but that is far from being the same thing.]
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Can someone grow back a soul if they lose it?
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A soul can heal.
You're not bereft
If there's any left.
Though I have not yet surmised
If that's true when externalized. [Daemons just raise all SORTS of question to her, and experimentation would be dangerous at the very best.]
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Complete loss is not the shame.
The soul can't regrow
If none is left, you know.
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How do you know so much about it, anyway?
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Is part of life.
I've learned to tend
To those I must mend.
The wounds they abide
Are not all on the outside.
[Of course, more of it is common sense than Lambert seems to realize. Souls are not convenient discrete parcels, even if this world manifests them that way in no small part.]