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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.

[facelessfelix]

*walks past nearby, because he's definitely feeling a Hades vibe somewhere around here, and is wondering if it's Acheron, because he's got something to tell him, but that is /definitely/ not Acheron, despite that it kind of looks like him. So just stands and listens to the poetry for a bit, tilting his mask up a bit to get a better look and listen.*

[aiming_blind]

*feels that he's being watched but continues playing with the dog for the moment.

'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'

*turns his head just slightly, watching Felix from the corner of his eye with a slight smirk* Greetings and salutations.

[facelessfelix]

*nods in return, pulling his mask back down and taking a step or two closer*

The same to you. *pauses* If I may ask, are you one of the Hades family?

[aiming_blind]

*throws the stick for Sophocles again and nods* I am. Tiresias Hades. And you are?