Number 1; voice/action

[snowwhiteproject]

[A gentle boy's voice comes in suddenly, mid-word.]

--t'll turn on? Yeah, I think that worked... Man, this is pretty cool! Is this heaven or something? It's not quite what I imagined... it's a lot greener, for one thing! And my wings aren't pure white, like I thought people were supposed to get when they died. But I guess I can't really complain too much... I mean, this is better than no afterlife at all, right?

I guess I didn't expect heaven to have weird magic notebook things, either, come to think of it. But then, I've never met someone who could tell me about heaven first-hand! It's not like getting married, after all, most people don't live to tell you about it later. Hahaha...

Gosh, I guess I don't even know if anyone's listening to this. Um, is anyone? ... If you are, hi!


[And then he stops the recording, looking around himself at the forest out here. Gosh, it's so lush... way more lively than the forests he'd been in! And he can see all kinds of birds in the trees, and small animals skittering about...

It was weird, that Heaven would be so much more alive than Earth.

Slowly, he drifts around the forest in his cotton pants, floating with his bony toes sometimes grazing the undergrowth and mulchy soil, absorbing the life around him and... and wondering about his friends, that he felt like he'd just seen a few minutes ago, just before he'd woken up here.

They were probably already arguing, knowing them!]

Comments

[tellmejohn]

[You know... Scorpius in all of his six foot bondage suited glory has concluded that he really, really is tired of seeing humans when catching so much of a glimpse like someone like Emil makes him turn his head to get a second glance. and then a glance his thermal read. And then strut on over to make conversation, a silver suitcase in one hand as he was en route somewhere else but welcoming the distraction]

Good afternoon.

[snowwhiteproject]

Oh!

[Emil can't exactly make facial expressions, but he clearly has to double-take at Scorpius, who's both quite a lot taller than Emil and possibly even odder-looking!

But Emil of all people knows that you can't judge people by how they look, so after a moment of staring, he shakes his head and greets, politely,]

G-good afternoon to you too, sir!

[tellmejohn]

[Not to mention Nier wears just as weird stuff. ...In Gestalt anyway. But Scorpius himself cocks his head slightly to the side]

Is this afternoon treating you well?

[snowwhiteproject]

[The Replica clothes are pretty weird, too... but Papa Nier looks really cool! And isn't quite as wrinkly and... black-leather-clad as Scorpius.

Emil takes a moment to think about that. Let's see, they were on their way to defeat the Shadowlord when Emil had sacrificed himself to save his friends from a grief-stricken woman who was freaking out with her magic, and woken up here, in this Luceti place, with a pair of wings suddenly attached to his back.

Has the afternoon been treating him well?]

... It's been... an interesting day, I guess? [He laughs a little, uncertainly.]

[tellmejohn]

[The uncertainty in the creatures voice was obvious. Less so in the thermal read... even so, given just how it looked Scorpius did not really expect it to be super obvious. Hm.]

I would imagine... after all, one's arrival in a place like this is quite disorienting.

[snowwhiteproject]

Yeah, it is! I'm kind of getting the feeling that I'm a really long way from home, too... but it was pretty interesting before that, too.

[Emil laughs, a bit bashfully, and offers the man,] My name is Emil, sir. It's nice to meet you!

[tellmejohn]

Scorpius. The pleasure is all mine.

[With a little note quite bow which is more of an upper body incline]

[snowwhiteproject]

[Emil quickly bows back, politely, and casts around for something to say to the man--] Um, so, what brings you out here?

[tellmejohn]

Exploration, mostly. Also to check certain traps I've set further along.

[For fish and small game]