AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

[guestservices]

mostly void, partially stars.

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[evocationary]

[she winks. at them. i'm sorry.]

Oh, no, I've got the dexterity. Did you not see me finger a dude to life yesterday?

[guestservices]

[dryly]

Ah, yes. How could I forget?

[evocationary]

[sorry she thinks she's hysterical]

Whew! Whew boy. Anyway. I meant uh, more that I just don't know how to get my fingers to do notes on these. Never was very intuitive, but uh, Barry...

[a pause.] Well. Barry is good at it.

[guestservices]

... Barry?

[evocationary]

... Long story. Short story is he's my ex.

[she rubs at her neck.]

He's a good piano player. We used to duet.

[guestservices]

Ah. I hope it's not too awkward of a memory, then.

[evocationary]

It's not bad. [...] I can't just run from it, anyway.

[guestservices]

Fair enough. The nature of a long lifespan seems like running away would be rather troublesome, in the end.

[evocationary]

You're right. [she absently plays a few notes.]

I have no idea how long I'm going to live for. Forever, maybe.

[guestservices]

[they tap a key or two.]

Are your kind generally immortal?

[evocationary]

We live a long time. Elves, I mean, like, hundreds of years, but even elves die. Liches don't, though.

[guestservices]

Ah, right... Your undead state, correct?

[evocationary]

That's the one. Ripped my soul right out of my body.

[guestservices]

[my notifs

they hum.]

Does the idea of immortality excite or scare you?

[evocationary]

[YOUR NOTIFS]

... Both? Both. Exciting to see what's next, scary to... lose everything I had.

[guestservices]

That makes sense. [a dip of their head] They do say that closing one book is the start of another.

The world is a vast place, for better or for worse.

[evocationary]

Yeah, you're right. [...] I guess I can be excited to explore it, if I don't fuck up here.

[guestservices]

Making it through here would be a requirement first, yes. [they press another key.] If you do, any plans in particular?

[evocationary]

Not really. [she watches them.] Maybe take the longest nap known to man.

[...] I might work for the Raven Queen, I haven't decided yet.

[guestservices]

Oh? The Raven Queen?

[evocationary]

Yeah, the uh, goddess of the dead, sort of. She does reaper stuff, ushering the souls of the dead, so on and so forth.

[guestservices]

Interesting career choice. Though, for an immortal, I can see the appeal in it.

[evocationary]

Yeah, it's one of those things only I can do!

I don't know if I want to be tied to that, though. Working for a god usually means you're uh, you're pretty tied to a contract, and I think I'm sick of contracts forever.

[guestservices]

Mm. Gods aren't exactly the democratic sort, I'd imagine.

[evocationary]

Nah. I mean, they don't have to be, right? You're kind of above a law system when you control the fabric of the universe.