[ 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.
I-I meant to say, typically I am the one worrying for other people's health.
[ She's not elaborating on neurotic. She hopes he forgets she used that word. Though she's a bit worried for him, clearly he's imagining sparkles and that's not normal. ]
A-Anyway, as I said, I am glad meeting you. [Okay, what should she say now? She knows imprinting was the topic of their discussion on the network, b-but it feels so awkward! Maybe she can make him forget?] ... You are very brave to come to a graveyard so late at night, most people would avoid it even during daylight.
H-Her attempt at changing the topic to make him forget about the very reason for his presence here has failed! What a disaster! I-Is she really that bad when it comes to social situations? Sniff. She needs more practice. ]
O-Oh, um, w-w-well... [There's no thinking here, only panic.] M-My hands are very cold, you know? I-I think this would be ill-advised for you to hold it.
I-In that case I suppose we should h-hold... Hands...?
[ Very slowly. Very tentatively. She extends a hand. It's so much harder than it usually is? Maybe because he's here for that express purpose and it feels so weird! What had she even been thinking? That network post was a mistake. Yet again, she wouldn't have met him and he's nice, but... B-But it's so much! ]
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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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[ She's not elaborating on neurotic. She hopes he forgets she used that word. Though she's a bit worried for him, clearly he's imagining sparkles and that's not normal. ]
A-Anyway, as I said, I am glad meeting you. [Okay, what should she say now? She knows imprinting was the topic of their discussion on the network, b-but it feels so awkward! Maybe she can make him forget?] ... You are very brave to come to a graveyard so late at night, most people would avoid it even during daylight.
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[He doesn't get sick! At least, not from what he remembers. Angels are hardy creatures.]
Brave...? It is a bit dark. I would be a little worried if there were ghosts, but there's you. So I have nothing to worry about.
[...]
[He holds out a hand.]
Let's...hold hands. You wanted to imprint, yes?
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H-Her attempt at changing the topic to make him forget about the very reason for his presence here has failed! What a disaster! I-Is she really that bad when it comes to social situations? Sniff. She needs more practice. ]
O-Oh, um, w-w-well... [There's no thinking here, only panic.] M-My hands are very cold, you know? I-I think this would be ill-advised for you to hold it.
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[..........................????]
So? I don't mind.
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She is absolutely defeated! ]
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[ Very slowly. Very tentatively. She extends a hand. It's so much harder than it usually is? Maybe because he's here for that express purpose and it feels so weird! What had she even been thinking? That network post was a mistake. Yet again, she wouldn't have met him and he's nice, but... B-But it's so much! ]
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[He'll take her hand gently in his - she can see up close that he has a socketed wrist, like that of an insect leg, but his hand is notably warm.]
Just like that. You see? It feels nice.
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What she minds is that it does indeed feel nice. Now she feels even more embarrassed! And guilty, because it's wrong, obviously. ]
I-It does feel nice b-but... [Sniff.] I-Isn't it wrong...?
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[Oh, maybe she's from a world where this is illegal? He squeezes her hand a little.]
It's okay. You won't be arrested. This isn't wrong.
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