"'Monopoly'?" Emily repeated. It was, of course, a foreign word to her. "Sounds... interesting. Yes, we can choose that one. Should be fairly simple to remember. Though you shall have to show me how to play it some day."
She nodded, holding out her cup for more tea. "Yes, he was rather helpful, and gave me several pointers for how to do it. I have not... really seen him much lately. I did bring his dog back from the dead, and he was very grateful, so I suppose we are... doing well. Yes." Emily reached for a scone, pinching small pieces from it, as if she didn't know precisely what to say on the subject of Victor. She hadn't seen him in ages.
"And how have you been doing, Anya?" she asked. "Apart from exploring the castle, I mean?"
Anya smiled as she refilled Emily's teacup. "I'd be happy to teach you how to play, if we can find a Monopoly game around here. If not, I can probably just teleport out and get one sometime."
She sipped her tea and listened. Emily was obviously hesitant to talk about her friend, but it didn't sound like she was upset with him, so for once Anya decided not to pry. "You brought his dog back from the dead? I didn't know you could do that. Can you bring anyone back from the dead?
"As for me, I've just been exploring, and reading a little more about magic. I redecorated my room a few times with the spells we learned for this room." She thought back over the last few months. "Oh, I sorted a talking head in a television, and Jesus Christ."
"That would be lovely. I have not played bordgames in a good while." And even then it had been mostly Chess. "Teleport?" she repeated. "Is that a... a demon thing? I don't remember if you have told me or not."
She smiled fondly at the mentioning of Scraps. "Oh, well... Yes, I can. Sort of. It's rather complicated, but I did it once before. It's not that I... made it alive again, precisely. I just found him, and brought him back to the Land of the Living. He is still a skeleton dog." There was a slight pause. "He is a very good dog, though. Full of clever ideas. I... can't bring people back from the dead. But animals, well, that is a different issue altogether. Usually, they miss their masters, so they're not very difficult to persuade, really."
Emily looked up. "A talking head? Oh, I knew one of those! He was not in a... te-le-vi-shun, though. Also, he was French." She stirred her tea and took a sip. " I went to that second Sorting as well. He was... nice, wasn't he?"
"I guess you could call teleporting a demon thing, although it's not just demons that can do it. It's just a way to move instantaneously from one place to another. I think there must be a spell here that does the same thing. There's a spell on the school grounds that keeps me from teleporting to or from here. I guess it's to keep people from just popping in
( ... )
Emily nodded. That made sense. "It sounds like a very practical way to travel. Much quicker than working through a spell..." If she ever met Elder Gutknecht again, she must remember to tell him about teleporting. Perhaps he'd be able to look into it, so that there would be an even quicker way getting Upstairs from the Land of the Dead?
"A skeleton deer?" She looked a little surprised, and then shook her head. "No, I don't believe I've brought any one of those here. I don't know anyone who used to have a pet deer... My, that is rather strange."
Emily looked suitably sad for the popcorning of the friend of a friend. "I'm sorry to hear that he is popcorn, Anya." Then she seemed to catch the actual words. "Wanting to run away from... rabbits?" She had never heard of such a thing before. But you had to be frightened of something, hadn't you? Even if you were a demon. But still. Rabbits?
Anya made a face. "Bunnies scare me. They're all...twitchy and hoppy." She shrugged. "I know, it doesn't make sense. I've been told it's a silly thing to be afraid of."
She picked up another scone and nibbled at it. "You mentioned a French talking head. I have a feeling you mean a literal talking head? No body attached?"
She nodded, holding out her cup for more tea. "Yes, he was rather helpful, and gave me several pointers for how to do it. I have not... really seen him much lately. I did bring his dog back from the dead, and he was very grateful, so I suppose we are... doing well. Yes." Emily reached for a scone, pinching small pieces from it, as if she didn't know precisely what to say on the subject of Victor. She hadn't seen him in ages.
"And how have you been doing, Anya?" she asked. "Apart from exploring the castle, I mean?"
Reply
She sipped her tea and listened. Emily was obviously hesitant to talk about her friend, but it didn't sound like she was upset with him, so for once Anya decided not to pry. "You brought his dog back from the dead? I didn't know you could do that. Can you bring anyone back from the dead?
"As for me, I've just been exploring, and reading a little more about magic. I redecorated my room a few times with the spells we learned for this room." She thought back over the last few months. "Oh, I sorted a talking head in a television, and Jesus Christ."
Reply
She smiled fondly at the mentioning of Scraps. "Oh, well... Yes, I can. Sort of. It's rather complicated, but I did it once before. It's not that I... made it alive again, precisely. I just found him, and brought him back to the Land of the Living. He is still a skeleton dog." There was a slight pause. "He is a very good dog, though. Full of clever ideas. I... can't bring people back from the dead. But animals, well, that is a different issue altogether. Usually, they miss their masters, so they're not very difficult to persuade, really."
Emily looked up. "A talking head? Oh, I knew one of those! He was not in a... te-le-vi-shun, though. Also, he was French." She stirred her tea and took a sip. " I went to that second Sorting as well. He was... nice, wasn't he?"
Reply
Reply
"A skeleton deer?" She looked a little surprised, and then shook her head. "No, I don't believe I've brought any one of those here. I don't know anyone who used to have a pet deer... My, that is rather strange."
Emily looked suitably sad for the popcorning of the friend of a friend. "I'm sorry to hear that he is popcorn, Anya." Then she seemed to catch the actual words. "Wanting to run away from... rabbits?" She had never heard of such a thing before. But you had to be frightened of something, hadn't you? Even if you were a demon. But still. Rabbits?
Reply
She picked up another scone and nibbled at it. "You mentioned a French talking head. I have a feeling you mean a literal talking head? No body attached?"
Reply
Leave a comment