Post by Sol on Mar 13, 2017 7:57:59 GMT
"Oh, sorry. Alaistair the Devil. Didn't know that was really a thing, thanks for pointing that out for me" Sol said, slightly embarrassed she had been referring and thinking the word demon so much. Maybe it was a cultural thing, like how certain hybrids hated being referred as Saiyans. "HFIL... To be entirely honest, it sounds like a joke. It slightly makes the whole existential crisis part of my life pointless. If I go to hell or heaven, seems like it'll be interesting..." She would quite down for a moment before noticing the morbid hidden message behind her words. 'N-Not that I plan to die any time soon. I enjoy life way to much. As much as I have heard, I feel like I prefer my flesh and bone more then being a ball of smoke and ectoplasm. Even if I could possibly meet Irith."
She thought about what Alaistair said, before thinking further into it. He has died multiple times, so he has to have been telling the truth. She hoped as much.
"So... uh, your name is such a mouthful" She said wearily while slightly terrified on the reaction of the noble-like devil, "Do you have any nicknames I can call you? I am so used to one or two syllable names." She wanted to ask so many questions, so many different things about the Afterlife, and of what he had seen. He must have many things to discuss, judging from his immense power and from what she had already been told, but the encroaching reality that she couldn't stay forever began settling in. Maybe a few more hours at best, before she would need to make her way back to her ship... "These talks are nice. I rarely manage to get to talk to people who have done and been through so much. The closest I ever had was those who raised me, and when my mother and father died, I didn't learn anything more until my captain took me in. Not sure how many civil conversations ye get on a basis, but I appreciate you taking your time to talk!" She said, extremely giddy. Having already spent a while speaking with the devil, it was like a friendly attachment. Someone civil, and funny, and more intelligent. It was the type of person she hoped to be by the time she retired from piracy. Living alone, or with family on a rock in space. Teaching travelers who seek wisdom. All these things were on her mind, but before she could hope for such things, she was required to deal with the current days and play along with life. Her job required action and adventure, so learning was a side project at most. Something she despised.
Her hands would go to move hair from her face, a small breeze grazing past her, brushing against her clothes and hair. It seemed to be getting slightly chillier, possibly it was supposed to get dark soon? Sol could not tell. She had not spent much of her time outside of the ship, and this being one of her first expeditions, she was happy with what she had already seen. Maybe the planet was more beautiful, and fun in the dark. But then again, there were planets she had seen before where monsters roamed when the sun(s) went down.
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She thought about what Alaistair said, before thinking further into it. He has died multiple times, so he has to have been telling the truth. She hoped as much.
"So... uh, your name is such a mouthful" She said wearily while slightly terrified on the reaction of the noble-like devil, "Do you have any nicknames I can call you? I am so used to one or two syllable names." She wanted to ask so many questions, so many different things about the Afterlife, and of what he had seen. He must have many things to discuss, judging from his immense power and from what she had already been told, but the encroaching reality that she couldn't stay forever began settling in. Maybe a few more hours at best, before she would need to make her way back to her ship... "These talks are nice. I rarely manage to get to talk to people who have done and been through so much. The closest I ever had was those who raised me, and when my mother and father died, I didn't learn anything more until my captain took me in. Not sure how many civil conversations ye get on a basis, but I appreciate you taking your time to talk!" She said, extremely giddy. Having already spent a while speaking with the devil, it was like a friendly attachment. Someone civil, and funny, and more intelligent. It was the type of person she hoped to be by the time she retired from piracy. Living alone, or with family on a rock in space. Teaching travelers who seek wisdom. All these things were on her mind, but before she could hope for such things, she was required to deal with the current days and play along with life. Her job required action and adventure, so learning was a side project at most. Something she despised.
Her hands would go to move hair from her face, a small breeze grazing past her, brushing against her clothes and hair. It seemed to be getting slightly chillier, possibly it was supposed to get dark soon? Sol could not tell. She had not spent much of her time outside of the ship, and this being one of her first expeditions, she was happy with what she had already seen. Maybe the planet was more beautiful, and fun in the dark. But then again, there were planets she had seen before where monsters roamed when the sun(s) went down.
Word Count: 3,085
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