#kc_necropolis

Well. My group. We're more peace and love and good drugs. He lays back on the grass, then. But even that's too simple a definition. Called the Cult of Ecstasy. His are called the Euthanatos. He arches an eyebrow. Can guess what their philosophy is. And even then. They wouldn't kill someone's soul. That shit is wrong.

"Man, just...killing is wrong." He is uncomfortable; that's clear. He continues to thumb the chakra beads* "And like, not even just the bad Karma, you know? What gives some dude the right to decide that shit? It's all wrong, man." True to form, his expression is now despondent* "Yeah, man. I know of you guys, like, not what you were called, but. There's some guys in California, customers. Kind of figured it was the same, you know? They had this weird thing, too, like...mixing up what happened, and then thinking something went down, right? And then the next day, it would."

Yeah. We... specialize in time. It ain't always a good thing, he mutters. There were like... five different ways this coulda gone.

"Yeah? I know some people, do the fortune telling. They creep me the fuck out, man. Wear black, mostly." He grins, but it's rueful* "I don't envy you, man. I wouldn't want to know, you know?"

"Can you, like, not look?"

"Because man, I don't want to know. Don't want to see you look at me some morning, like, my funeral is going to be that afternoon." Still with the rueful grin, and a headshake*

It's... never that simple, he says with a laugh. I only look when it's important. He blinks. Ir in Rayne's case. I was trying to hit on her.

"Yeah? Did it work?" Now he IS amused, a genuine grin*

"If it did, man, maybe I should learn that stuff."

Neh, she just... ran off. He sighs.

"Okay, man. Fortune telling, off my list. Asking a chick her sign doesn't work either." He rolls to lying down, pillowing arm. Joining him in staring up into the canopy. He doesn't bother with the blanket; pack just slews off to one side*

"Anyway, man. Sorry, didn't want to unload on you. Just, like, with that promise, no one else I can heap this shit on."

He's quiet a minute, then* "Hey. You might want to check the lounge, like, this afternoon. Around five or so."

"Got the jackass with a whoopee cushion. Man, his expression was priceless." *A grin!*

He snorts, and covers his mouth. Oh. Oh my God. I will have to look back and relive that.

"Yeah." *still grinning "Like, probably the only time it'll ever happen, man. He threatened to, like, melt parts off if it happened again. But man?" He holds up a fist for a fist-bump* "Totally worth it."

He does indeed return the fistbump. One does NOT leave a fistbump hanging. Hell yes.

Then he turns back to the canopy, grinning* "Owe you one, man. Hey, brought back cuttings, going to plant them tomorrow, that cool? And you want me to call you that Uber yet? You still look like hell, man, no offense."

Ahh. He rubs his forehead. Been staying with a friend. It's really okay. You get used to me looking like shit. Right. I've got cash.

"Keep it, man. The plants have been growing like crazy. Asked them what the problem was, turned out someone put some shit in the compost that shouldn't have been there, had to switch it out."

And yes, he says this like everyone should talk to their plants. He's still smiling out over the grass, near the lakeshore*

Ohh, those... Yeah. He grins. But I still needs to make that ratatouille.

"Rata....what's in that, anyway?"

"Looks like I'm the new gofer, man, may as well give me the list."

"Wish I could bring my little sis to visit, though. Kind of rough on her, my being gone. Maybe when Rain-girl gets, you know, situated? I can take some time off."

Veggies. Lots of veggies. Seasonings. SUPER good, almost a stew. But... thanks. He raises his chin. And... uhh. Leave Jarrod to me, okay?

"Veggies, right on," Agreeably* "Never had it." Then he nods, again* "Okay, man. All yours. I want to like the dude, man, I really do."

"Just seems like, I don't know. Maybe he watches people, because the dude doesn't want anyone watching him instead, I guess? Might kill him, if the dude actually made a friend, right?" A wry grin* "If you're sleeping out here, you get bear watch first, man."

Naw, I'm not sleeping out here, he says idly. I'm gonna go home. It's just damned pretty out here.

"Yeah. It really is." He lifts chin, towards the lake* "Tell me, man, do you hear it? I couldn't tell if Rain-girl did, but. The algae here, it sings."

"And the lights in the air, can you see that?"

He grins and laughs. You're high. But you're also right. Not many people can feel the world beat.

"She can." *His grin is -- yeah, there's no other word for it. It's clear. He's fallen for the girl "You can, man, I can. But she....you can see it in her eyes, man. She loves the trees, she loves happy plants. She belongs here."

His eyes flick back to Luke, with a small smile. Ahh hell, man. Out here ain't our territory.

"Why not?" He lifts a hand, tracing the outline of the branches against the night sky; waning moon, still bright* "I want to take her to see the redwoods, someday, you know? Out on the coast. Just to see her eyes light up." Then he drops the hand back, resting on his stomach* "World's largest living things, man, been here a thousand years, going to live a thousand more. Why can't it belong to everyone?"

This place, though. You go a few miles out there. And you're into Shifter land.

"Shifter?" Now it's his turn to look sidelong, puzzled*

Oh. See. There's other stuff out there, he mutters. You go too deep into the woods and things attack you.

*He blinks, this is news to him "Seriously, man? You're sure it's not, like, someone pissed off a bear, and made up some story? You're sure about that?"

"Guess, like, this comes later in the lesson plan."

Ahh. Listen. I know you're not normal, he mutters. But I don't... know what you are. So this stuff. Ain't outlandish for me to say.

He is quiet a minute, and there is tension, now. Sensed more than seen* "Why do you say that, man?" Finally*

Because... I don't know. Y'remember things. Harder to read, and harder to affect with my stuff. He shrugs his shoulder. Maybe you're like... a sorcerer or some shit.

A laugh, then, and it's hard to know if it's amusement or relief* "Dude, you tried using your stuff on me?"

"No, man. Seriously. I'm just me." A grin*

"Probably better that way, right? As paranoid as I hear you guys are, man, I'd get nuked otherwise."

To like... read. Your past. I'm not paranoid. Jarrod, however. Is. Most of the Euthanatos I've met are. Think you'll sell our secrets to the Technocracy.

"Yeah? Cool, I don't want to know my future, anyway." The grin becomes pained* "Yeah, no, man. I don't want anything to do with those guys, either, you know? Kind of like you said. If Rain-girl and you, like, can hear the beat of the world? Those guys are tone deaf. Or worse, man, they'd cut down the trees just to shut them up."

"So, like, even if I was....what the hell is a sorcerer, anyway? I thought that was you guys' gig?"

Oh no. Mages are different from sorcerers and psychics. Like... it's ... sort of a little lesser mage. Hard to explain. And it's the world-beat.