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tushanshu_logs2014-06-07 07:43 pm
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Dance with the Devil
Characters: Solomon Wreath peacefullywreathed, Skulduggery Pleasant skeletonenigma
Date: Early to mid-June somewhere
Location: HUO-WEI - their housing in the Fire Sector
Situation: Solomon's being stupid about his lantern, and Skulduggery's about to stage an intervention.
Warnings/Rating: Major spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series (Book 6: Death Bringer specifically), and talk of souls/death.
On the whole, Skulduggery took the news about their souls being bound up in lanterns much better than Wreath did. He'd never thought of himself as having a soul, what with being dead; he'd always described the sentience which kept him moving and speaking as his consciousness. If there was something inside the lantern which kept him alive, it didn't mean very much to him. If it was true, it explained how it was possible for so many inter-dimensional personalities to exist in a dimension so close to another called 'Death,' and if it wasn't true, then there wasn't anything to worry about.
Being a living skeleton did wonders for one's perspective.
In contrast, Wreath couldn't seem to leave his lantern alone. Being a necromancer required certain illogical beliefs about what happened to a person's soul after death, but Wreath had always struck Skulduggery as a much more reasonable man than his isolated colleagues. Even so, he'd begun experimenting on his lantern with an unhealthy vengeance the day after learning of its existence. Skulduggery left him largely alone while he was still spending most of his time staring intensely at the lantern, but it wasn't long before Wreath's tactics changed to a more hands-on approach.
One morning, Skulduggery's meditation was rudely interrupted by a feeling he'd rather hoped he would never feel again, and the realisation of what it was sent him downstairs immediately.
"Wreath." A brief glance was enough to tell him they were alone. "Stop."
peacefullywreathed, Skulduggery Pleasant skeletonenigmaDate: Early to mid-June somewhere
Location: HUO-WEI - their housing in the Fire Sector
Situation: Solomon's being stupid about his lantern, and Skulduggery's about to stage an intervention.
Warnings/Rating: Major spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series (Book 6: Death Bringer specifically), and talk of souls/death.
On the whole, Skulduggery took the news about their souls being bound up in lanterns much better than Wreath did. He'd never thought of himself as having a soul, what with being dead; he'd always described the sentience which kept him moving and speaking as his consciousness. If there was something inside the lantern which kept him alive, it didn't mean very much to him. If it was true, it explained how it was possible for so many inter-dimensional personalities to exist in a dimension so close to another called 'Death,' and if it wasn't true, then there wasn't anything to worry about.
Being a living skeleton did wonders for one's perspective.
In contrast, Wreath couldn't seem to leave his lantern alone. Being a necromancer required certain illogical beliefs about what happened to a person's soul after death, but Wreath had always struck Skulduggery as a much more reasonable man than his isolated colleagues. Even so, he'd begun experimenting on his lantern with an unhealthy vengeance the day after learning of its existence. Skulduggery left him largely alone while he was still spending most of his time staring intensely at the lantern, but it wasn't long before Wreath's tactics changed to a more hands-on approach.
One morning, Skulduggery's meditation was rudely interrupted by a feeling he'd rather hoped he would never feel again, and the realisation of what it was sent him downstairs immediately.
"Wreath." A brief glance was enough to tell him they were alone. "Stop."