[ Eyes, obviously considering his words for a prolonged, heavy moment. ]
You keep saying that. You mean here, like -- [ Gestures vaguely in a casual sweeping motion. ] Here-here. This entire place. It's not Earth. I guess. That's what you're trying to say.
[ In the most roundabout manner imagined.
This is Death's solution? Prickles tickle up his spine, both relief and a nervous energy that comes with confronting any unknown.
So, take away Heaven, Hell, Purgatory; what does that leave? --Ryslig, apparently, but the name isn't dinging any bells off the top of his head. Sounds Germanic. An alternative afterlife? Given the existence of so many creation gods, it's not beyond the realm of plausible, though that opens the door to a fresh batch of questions. Mind whirring, hazel eyes skirt the edge of the beach and, with a deep breath, Sam combs his sand-clumped bangs back. ]
Thank you. [ Regards the blond stranger anew, then pushes out an appreciative quirk of his mouth that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] I think I'm starting to get the picture. Didn't mean to keep you.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
[ Carefully, Sam steps around to make for the lights in the distance, deliberately cutting the sandy hill at a slight degree to keep the creature in his peripheral. Just because he's shown no aggression is no excuse to bear one's back. For all his frustration, the other gave more than enough to run with, but it's clear he's scraping the bottom of the well. ]
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[ Eyes, obviously considering his words for a prolonged, heavy moment. ]
You keep saying that. You mean here, like -- [ Gestures vaguely in a casual sweeping motion. ] Here-here. This entire place. It's not Earth. I guess. That's what you're trying to say.
[ In the most roundabout manner imagined.
This is Death's solution? Prickles tickle up his spine, both relief and a nervous energy that comes with confronting any unknown.
So, take away Heaven, Hell, Purgatory; what does that leave? --Ryslig, apparently, but the name isn't dinging any bells off the top of his head. Sounds Germanic. An alternative afterlife? Given the existence of so many creation gods, it's not beyond the realm of plausible, though that opens the door to a fresh batch of questions. Mind whirring, hazel eyes skirt the edge of the beach and, with a deep breath, Sam combs his sand-clumped bangs back. ]
Thank you. [ Regards the blond stranger anew, then pushes out an appreciative quirk of his mouth that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] I think I'm starting to get the picture. Didn't mean to keep you.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
[ Carefully, Sam steps around to make for the lights in the distance, deliberately cutting the sandy hill at a slight degree to keep the creature in his peripheral. Just because he's shown no aggression is no excuse to bear one's back. For all his frustration, the other gave more than enough to run with, but it's clear he's scraping the bottom of the well. ]