sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

Comments

[weifinder]

Ah, but the new tricks here are insidious in nature, new workings of waking death, now bodies attached and enslaved to a continued existence in a way that hadn't been feasible in their own world. He'll hope to learn more on the morrow, but as the water dries to his pointed lack of attention, and Lan Zhan claims they cannot exchange quartz for fear, he's both touched and amused.

Worried, still, aching and feeling new and old bruises settle, but so too settles something else of the absurd that's easier to swallow than a second summoning. If he was going to fear Lan Zhan, if he'd drum up that emotion from the sea of those he chooses to examine or ignore, it would be long before now.

He laughs, a low chuckle and a tooth baring grin as he looks to Lan Zhan, dropping his named quartz into his lap without much concern. Wagging a finger, he gives a small shake of his head. "Lan Zhan, you're this unexpectedly cute! Words may influence enough, but even that one can't leave me, ah, indisposed." Annoyed, yes, but life is filled with irritations he shrugs off for the sake of moving forward and not being weighted down by things that do nothing for him. "If you started sneaking up on me and barking, that, that would be worse."

He pouts, saying this, but the shiver he doesn't quite manage to hide thinking about that also translates into thoughts of the walking dead in the mines, to the stranger shapes he barely remembers from their chained up days on the plateau, and to teeth, bared and dripping, and the surging worry: are the walking dead only human.