Magdalene de Leon (The Disciple) (
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TEST DRIVE MEME

TEST DRIVE MEME
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> NEW YEARS. What better way to start out the new year than to learn that everything you know is a lie? Or if you are already acquainted with the network pass out some resolutions.
> A food fight has just broken out in the cafeteria. Join? Flee? The choice is yours alone.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.
holy christ i want to tag every one of these options | but i'll go with B
To get to this point he's also echoed back a few memories telling him he's seen Some Shit in that past life, as you can imagine one does in the life of a shadowy dinosaur god. Remembering weird things is all well and good, but it's still a little different from seeing one in the flesh (or lack therof, as it were).
He had no reason to stop in the dairy section, and thus tragically lacks an excuse for how he's slooowing down and s t a r i n g at this walking skeleton. Just hanging out in the grocery store. Unnoticeable to everyone else, apparently. Oh god, this is numbers shit, isn't it?
At some point he's just stopped, and his mouth is open to say something, but nothing's coming to mind. Or, rather, nothing's coming to mind that's more intelligent than 'Uhhhhh', 'What?', or 'walking skeleton?'
Re: holy christ i want to tag every one of these options | but i'll go with B
OW. Wait, he's done it again. Of course another thing no one notices is how his voice can get - like lead on stone - but just for the sake of it, he'd rather not do that. "I mean, ow."
A furtive glance to see if someone's noticed - someone's staring. Uh oh. Bill grins, not that it's entirely possible to make other expressions. "Um..."
*He'd been having more of an urge of late to append his last name to his first in all circumstances, but as his writer isn't sure whether anyone is actually named Door, it will have to remain unsaid.
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He's almost elated when he notices other people staring, but that's shot down pretty quickly when he realizes they're side-eying him. The bright side is, that helps him get a hold of himself, somewhat. He gets himself to stand in a way that doesn't look like he's two seconds from bolting, as he stares up at this skeleton grinning at him. And that might not be just a cutesy way of describing a skull - maybe it's grinning... nervously?
... Nope, it's just a skeleton.
Okay then. Doyle shuts his mouth, takes a breath, narrows his eyes a little - and stops himself from pointing at the skeleton. The tension remaining in his stance probably broadcasts enough.
"Okay. Okay - are you network bullshit, or are you alien bullshit?" he says, his voice coming out a little more strained than casual.
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For his part Bill glances about and checks behind him, but it doesn't look like this man's looking at anything else. Drat. He has to think of a way to handle this.
When he's trying not to use The Voice, he sounds rather meek. "Not bullshit at all. There is a sale today."
And then he has to pause. It's never occurred to him to wonder about the term before, but surrounded as he is by dairy... "I would think agriculturally bullshit would be considered a positive, and entirely inevitable. It is also very real. Quite a drift in meaning."
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He's silent through the pause, trying to process what the giant skeleton just said to him, really, and when it's his turn to talk he just - opens his mouth. And closes it a little, then opens it again, closes it faster this time, and he finds himself - honestly, pondering the skeleton's words. He wouldn't be the first person in the history of his world, his past life's world, and surely the skeleton's world, to reflect on the wisdom of Death, even if it wasn't exactly the most glamourous observation to muse upon.
Where I'm getting with this, is, when Doyle opens his mouth again, it's to say, absolutely serious: "Huh. You know, I never thought about that before."
He rubs his chin as he contemplates language some more, its gradual shift over time, and how old this made him all feel (despite not actually being that old at all, in this life).
It's safe to say that this isn't how the scholars of his past life would have imagined a meeting between their living god and Death would go. Somewhere, a reptilian philosopher has lost a bet.
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"Cattle were once a signifier of wealth, too. Perhaps it is because of cities? I find many things are." People cramming together in stacks had downsides, he'd always known this, but it was becoming harder to recall the upsides.