[There's still a lot about romance he can't wrap his head around. Ereshkigal has given him a lot to think about, in addition to....everything else.]
[But that isn't the point right now. He is willing to help, especially since she seems so nervous about it all.]
[He does seem to fit in the look of a cemetry - dressed in all black, pale and mildly skeletal - and his insect features are apparent with the extra pair of arms tucked against his chest and the singular lace wing on his back.]
[ It's brief, but behind one of those tombstone there is someone he can see... Well, only the back of her head. Silver, and there is something akin to two wings sprouting from her head it seems.
But she kneels and when she steps out from behind the tombstone? Golden hair, no wings to be seen anywhere. Because of course she's never letting anyone see her without the glamour. ]
G-Greetings! [She clears her throat.] I didn't expect you'd be here so quickly.
[ Is he... Disappointed? Well, she supposes she doesn't look very mysterious and cool the way a goddess ought to be... She ought to fix that immediately. ]
It's fine. [She clears her throat.] J-Just a second.
[ But then... gasps! Darkness falls upon the graveyard!
The light of the stars fade away, the tombstones disappear beneath the veil of shadows and soon it is as though he is standing within the void itself! ]
[ And lo! Little green lights emerge from all the tombstones, and the silhouette of the goddess appears, her shadowy form ominously walking in the darkness. ]
[ And-AND LO! The little lights start glowing more brightly, so much so the darkness dissipates, finally revealing Ereshkigal in all her splendor! She is smiling brightly, seemingly very proud of her introduction! ]
Ereshkigal! [A dramatic beat.] The Goddess of Death!
[ Her hair is blowing dramatically with the wind... Even though there's no wind at all. B-But surely this is cool, right?! ]
[ ... ... ... ... T-That's not at all the reaction she'd expected. Honestly, she can't remember when last she's had such an unenthused reaction to her grand introduction. D-Did she lose her thing for grandiose entrance? Is she out of touch with it all?
The shock and sorrow is plain on her features. What an absolute disaster. ]
[ But within a second she forces herself to hide the disappointment. S-She's not going to cry while meeting someone new, no! She has to be strong, she'll lament on her lack of charisma and dark personality after when she'll be alone. ]
W-Well, you couldn't have met a more perfect goddess for your first time! [Said with all the esteem of a dead turtle.] I'm glad meeting you, S-Sariel.
[ This "perfect" goddess's confidence is crashing by the second. ]
[He really cannot read her that well, but even he can tell she's feeling a little...sad, perhaps. Maybe she just needs a bigger audience for such things.]
...You should find a stage and do what you did. I'm sure a lot of people would applaud. Not just me.
[He really means it. She needs more appreciation!]
[ Her? The mere thought is so anxiety-provoking, she feels herself shrinking! And while she would appreciate the applause should it all go well, what if the happiness causes her to faint? ]
That's a bad idea. I-I prefer meeting people one at a time like this.
[ And lo: the goddess sparkles! Which is even more noticeable given how dark their surroundings are. She's so happy to hear this! So he did enjoy her introduction after all, fufufu! ]
I-I mean, yes it's for one. There's nobody here besides, you after all! [She nods.] Well, there are the dead, but their souls have moved on.
[ She puts a hand on her face, as if she expected to feel something. But no, there's nothing. Instead she approaches him and put a (cold) hand on his forehead. ]
Are you ill perhaps...? Sometimes high fever can cause hallucinations.
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action; somewhere around mid-January
[But that isn't the point right now. He is willing to help, especially since she seems so nervous about it all.]
[He does seem to fit in the look of a cemetry - dressed in all black, pale and mildly skeletal - and his insect features are apparent with the extra pair of arms tucked against his chest and the singular lace wing on his back.]
[He sweeps his gaze over the tombstones.]
Are you there? It's me. Sariel.
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[ It's brief, but behind one of those tombstone there is someone he can see... Well, only the back of her head. Silver, and there is something akin to two wings sprouting from her head it seems.
But she kneels and when she steps out from behind the tombstone? Golden hair, no wings to be seen anywhere. Because of course she's never letting anyone see her without the glamour. ]
G-Greetings! [She clears her throat.] I didn't expect you'd be here so quickly.
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[Ah.]
[He actually looks mildly disappointed, by the very mild turn of his mouth, but he's back to his usually emotionless expression in a second.]
I wanted to meet you. I'm sorry if it was startling....I can come later.
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It's fine. [She clears her throat.] J-Just a second.
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That was a quick meeting? ]
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The light of the stars fade away, the tombstones disappear beneath the veil of shadows and soon it is as though he is standing within the void itself! ]
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I am she who tramples the sacred mountain...
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Aaaall fear me for all paths lead to me...
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I am the dark mistress of the Underworld, the Queen of Kûr and Ruler of the Dead...
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Ereshkigal! [A dramatic beat.] The Goddess of Death!
[ Her hair is blowing dramatically with the wind... Even though there's no wind at all. B-But surely this is cool, right?! ]
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oh, a voice!
lights!
more lights!]
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back again. So she didn't leave? Huh. Sariel blinks, before he nods a little.]
[Wait, maybe this is like....how Falsch makes his entrances on stage. He claps a few times, mildly uncertain. Good performance!]
Yes, it's nice to meet you, Ereshkigal. I've never met a goddess before.
[As quiet and polite as before.]
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The shock and sorrow is plain on her features. What an absolute disaster. ]
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W-Well, you couldn't have met a more perfect goddess for your first time! [Said with all the esteem of a dead turtle.] I'm glad meeting you, S-Sariel.
[ This "perfect" goddess's confidence is crashing by the second. ]
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...You should find a stage and do what you did. I'm sure a lot of people would applaud. Not just me.
[He really means it. She needs more appreciation!]
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[ Her? The mere thought is so anxiety-provoking, she feels herself shrinking! And while she would appreciate the applause should it all go well, what if the happiness causes her to faint? ]
That's a bad idea. I-I prefer meeting people one at a time like this.
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[He knows Falsch would have a FIT if only one person came to see him perform.]
[Maybe there's different types of performances...]
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[ And lo: the goddess sparkles! Which is even more noticeable given how dark their surroundings are. She's so happy to hear this! So he did enjoy her introduction after all, fufufu! ]
I-I mean, yes it's for one. There's nobody here besides, you after all! [She nods.] Well, there are the dead, but their souls have moved on.
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[He really means it sincerely. Everything, just for him! Wow....]
Maybe the dead appreciate it, too. Though they can't talk anymore. [A little beat.] You sparkle. That's really interesting. Because of your Soul?
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[ Immediately, the sparkling ceases. Alas, it appears this goddess is unaware of the phenomenon. ]
What are you talking about?
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[Strange...]
You sparkled for a moment. Like....snow. Or glass. [He doesn't know many things that sparkle.]
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[ She puts a hand on her face, as if she expected to feel something. But no, there's nothing. Instead she approaches him and put a (cold) hand on his forehead. ]
Are you ill perhaps...? Sometimes high fever can cause hallucinations.
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No. I'm not ill. I know I saw them.
[He reaches forward to touch her forehead.]
Are you feeling unwell? I hope not.
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W-W-What...?
[ Her forehead is cold. Damn cold. But she takes a step back hurriedly because his sudden gesture sure startled her! ]
I-I'm the one who's supposed to be a neurotic worrywart here... [ ]
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[That's not a word he knows, actually.]
Supposed to be? I'm sorry. I don't understand
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