FOURTY-NINE (to define 'almost')

[tehpuck]

You may stop wringing your handkerchiefs, now, I'm fine. Though, this has given me something to think about; if I ever get sick of all of you and die spectacularly, after they make the play commemorating my life (well, the second one. Or, who knows at that point, maybe the third) I want a fantastic funeral.

Flowers.

A tomb. A giant tomb. An

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[reaping_havoc]

I hope you're planning on leaving me some cash in order to get all that done, Robin. Jesus christ, do you want me to embalm your body and preserve it in full ghostly glory like Vladimir Lenin?

And what the fuck, virgin sacrifices? Where do you think we'll be living in a place that'll let that happen?

[tehpuck]

No, George, that would be gross. And if you plan to... exist for that long a time, there are these things called stocks, and over time they accumulate, cultivating capital.

I'm sure it'll work out. Somehow. Something. Possibly at the mere mention of my name they'll simply volunteer.

[reaping_havoc]

So what, cremation is key? And I don't know how long I'm going to be around. Could be a hundred years, could be more.

...And I'm guessing it doesn't just have to be virgin girls, right?

[tehpuck]

Of course, keep the urn in the shrine, have the monks polish it daily.

And, what, you could just disappear at any moment?

Why limit the playing field? I thought you twenty-first century types where all for equal opportunities.

[halfed]

Are you-

I didn't-

...

Is Holly still missing?

[ooc: This isn't Cal relieved that Robin seems okay. Nope. No way~]

[tehpuck]

As far as I'm aware. And it was her blood in the doorway.

[ooc D'awww. He's so cute when he's not trying to kill people and Pucks D:!]

[halfed]

That doesn't make sense though. If it was the curse, she'd be back by now.

[ooc: Cute? D= He denies it vehemently!]

[tehpuck]

We think she's gone back home.

[ooc Ickle Calykins~ ♥!]

[cal_sitter]

There will be no virgin sacrifices. You'll have to make due with monetary offerings and other inanimate objects intended to pacify and commemorate the deceased.

Private to Robin; Unhackable

If you see Cal, tell him to come home before I drag him home by his ear if necessary.

[tehpuck]

Niko, by the time this matter needs to be spoken for, you won't have a say in the matter. But I thank you for your input, it has been noted and considered!

And if they volunteer, who am I to turn them away?

Private to Niko | | Unhackable

Will do. Where do we assume he's run off to, and why?

[cal_sitter]

Then I will be certain to cease my regular contributions to the Goodfellow Memorial Trust.

Private to Robin; Unhackable

He wouldn't tell me, but he doesn't have quite as many choices here, does he?

[tehpuck]

A trust... fantastic idea, Niko, I'll start one immediately!

Private to Niko | | Unhackable

Forest... Bar... Graveyard. Choices, choices.

Private; Unhackable

[banditfox]

He was rather insistent regarding the use of his name. I take it this ties into whatever he experienced during the curse?

Private; Unhackable

[tehpuck]

...How much do you know of Shakespeare's works, Kurama?

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[banditfox]

I recall The Tempest. His name is no coincidence, then?

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[tehpuck]

None at all.

He insists on going by the full name when he feels he is... a monster.

[lepreconned]

Where Holly and I come from we'd put your body through a recycler. That way it'd be of some use.

[tehpuck]

A recycler? How banal, it's much better suited for you. Anyway, I wouldn't fit into a recycler.

[ohrosalita]

You'd fit into one of those tree shredders people use after christmas.

...That wasn't very sympathetic, was it?

[tehpuck]

...It's the thought that counts.