public channel; day 52

[atouts]

"With the power of the Silver Mirror, the Nephalem Lilith was able to create a realm according to their desires - a realm where the Beasts could devise the Soul that would lead them, and build a perfect world. While the rest of the multiverse spiraled into Chaos, Lilith aspired towards Perfection."

[ It had taken a bit to scour the book for any other bit of information once he'd gotten it back from one of the stupidest book specters he had to misfortune of running into but now that he has, here he is, reading the first bit over the radio.

Following that, he adds, asking, ]

Has anyone else found something regarding a mirror? I believe this may be one of the miracles but confirmation would be nice to have.

[ ooc, feel free to threadjack as needed ]

Comments

[moonfang]

Endless! And yet, in an infinite sea, we've managed ta suss out a good bit of information. Which means that Lambert will be able to find me! No problem.

[that's not quite how it works, but he seems optimistic at least?? Which is more than what he could say at the beginning of all this. He had doubts about being able to track down anything useful in a place so huge]

Besides! I know what his soul smells like. I can always find him that way.

[atouts]

What is soul smells like? [ Is that... even a thing? Childermass shouldn't ask. He really shouldn't ask. Yeah, he's going to ask. ] And just what smell might that be? Stale beer?

[moonfang]

Gyahaha! Well. It's not QUITE smell. It's... a sixth sense that humans normally don't have. But senses sort of roll together sometimes, you know? [he laughs again] Yer not too far off, actually! He "smells" a bit like a burning tavern. Smoke, tobacco, old booze... and then a sort of reptile-y musk.

[whattaprick]

[ And since discussion of his soul's smell is apparently on the table, Lambert has no hesitation butting in: ]

And what does Childermass's soul smell like?

[atouts]

Endless criticism with a hint of tobacco.

[ Seeing how Childermass isn't Zangetsu, don't listen to him. ]

[whattaprick]

So you're saying we match?

Does that make us soulmates?

[atouts]

I would have to smell like an alcohol-soaked chicken in addition for that to be.

[atouts]

[ Okay, that gets at least one amused sound out of him. ]

So a lizard made of bad habits. Fitting.