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[aiming_blind]

*is in a rather good mood considering how amazingly bored he happens to be at the moment -- actually, is in an exceptionally good mood for being so bored and the typist has no idea why* *but right, is sitting outside on a bench, reciting poetry to himself and Sophocles, with whom he is playing fetch - a game at which the dog is...very very good,

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[onegrandjoke]

*pauses, noting him - or perhaps he has been watching him for a while; it is hard to say* It all ends in nothing. 'Nothing again nothing.' *grins, then* Though truthfully I find the rats very accommodating to one dead.

Typist: I do not claim to understand his level of crack.

[aiming_blind]

*quirks a brow, looking slightly amused* 'Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?'

I wouldn't know. I believe I was give to the worms instead.

Typist: His crack is lovely. :D

[onegrandjoke]

Ah, but where does all of that go after life? All that that is in your head? All the memories of pearls and eyes? Nowhere. *--still smiling, of course*

At least you were given to an unjudgemental party.

[aiming_blind]

Or you take it with you to Hell. *unsurprisingly, quite likes this man*

I would hardly call either party blessed with handling my remains "unjudgemental," considering the first few were those who killed me and the second was a rather disappointed wife.

[onegrandjoke]

If you believe in such a thing. I never found the 'fire and brimstone' myself.

Your keepers in the end, I meant. *amused* Disappointed?

[aiming_blind]

I was unfortunate enough to find that supposedly eternal torment. It was nothing like what I had expected. In fact, I'd witnessed worse amongst my relatives.

Ah, but even a murderer and thief should have manners and I seem to have forgotten mine. *bows without standing* My name is Tiresias Hades. And you are?

[onegrandjoke]

*laughs* Good to know, if I ever become a permanent resident.

Of all creatures, murderers and thieves are rewarded most for said qualities. *returns the bow in his swishy swash-buckling sort of way* I am the marquis de Carabas. *beam*

[aiming_blind]

Well, once you find your way here, death is apparently little more than a vacation, anyway.

*charming grin* A pleasure. *is headbutted by a puppy* Ah. And Sophocles says that he would appreciate being introduced as well. Or perhaps he's simply upset that I haven't thrown his stick. I never can tell.

[onegrandjoke]

*cheerfully* And it wasn't before?

Ah, how rude I have been, indeed. Hello, young Sophocles. *grins at the puppy*

[aiming_blind]

*chuckles* Touche.

Sophocles: *headtilts at the strange voice and warily makes his way over to sniff at the marquis*

[onegrandjoke]

*just grins in response, and crouches down to hold a hand out to the dog*

[aiming_blind]

*absently* He's a wonderfully curious little thing. Very smart, too. With any luck, I'll be able to prove his worth to my wife one of these days.

Sophocles: *tailwags and licks*

[onegrandjoke]

I am certain you will be able to, once he is old enough. *reaches into one of his many pockets and pulls out a dried strip of an unidentifiable meet, offering it to Sophocles*

[onegrandjoke]

Typist: *meat. I can spell. Really.

[aiming_blind]

*watches in amusion* I generally manage to prove the merit of my decisions. It's a talent.

Sophocles: *sniffs at it, then decides that it's safe and trots off with it*

[onegrandjoke]

That proves that you make good decisions. *smiles and rocks back on his heels, before standing in one smooth motion*