Meeting Catrina had been one unexpected but not entirely unwelcome distraction, in the end. The guardian of this particular holiday would have a lot to say about Death, in a way one could try to find some peace with it. And it would feel a little out of bounds to contradict her too much. Or maybe he was just not feeling that argumentative.
"Well, she felt old as dirt." he begins. "All the bones helped with that. She talked like she had her phase of crazier years a long time ago, and sort of settled into whatever this is. Being a Guardian. Or the more modern version of it."
Settling into her role as the well-humored danse macabre mistress. It felt like something of a joke in of itself that he somehow always ended up finding people who want to try and pull him into their comedy routine.
"It was hard to tell if she could actually do anything with ghosts or if she was just messing with me. There was definitely some kind of magic. Hard to tell with the rules of this dimension."
He looks at the candles for a moment. He should probably tell Jack, eventually. But if he sat around here long enough... Maybe he could know for sure.
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"Well, she felt old as dirt." he begins. "All the bones helped with that. She talked like she had her phase of crazier years a long time ago, and sort of settled into whatever this is. Being a Guardian. Or the more modern version of it."
Settling into her role as the well-humored danse macabre mistress. It felt like something of a joke in of itself that he somehow always ended up finding people who want to try and pull him into their comedy routine.
"It was hard to tell if she could actually do anything with ghosts or if she was just messing with me. There was definitely some kind of magic. Hard to tell with the rules of this dimension."
He looks at the candles for a moment. He should probably tell Jack, eventually. But if he sat around here long enough... Maybe he could know for sure.