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[deathkid]

[ the view this time is of nico, sitting atop a gravestone. there's a fire crackling nearby, the glow making him look even more gaunt and sinister than usual ( if the dark hair, italian cheekbones emphasized by dark circles under his eyes, and the nearly all black clothing decorated with skulls aren't enough ). against the headstone he's sitting on rests a lethal looking, pure black sword.

it might seem like the beginnings of a horror movie of some sort, except nico is currently munching on french fries while gazing at the toy figurine he got with his quarantine equivalent of a happy meal. it's a pirate, of all things. ]

For those of you who are unaware, I am providing funeral services for anyone who decides to die heroically. Shroud burning, free of charge.

[ cheerful, isn't he. ]

Fortunately, I haven't had to do so yet, but where I'm from it's pretty common, so I might as well offer it here too. Trust me, though. Burning your body is best. You don't know who might decide to raise you from the dead.

[ and he gives a snap of his fingers. the earth at the feet of the tombstone he's sitting on begins to shift and soon enough, a skeletal hand begins climbing out. nico flashes a wry grin, and then turns the feed off. ]

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[deathkid]

Not if they're under my complete control...

[burntbridges]

If you're raising them, they'll still be rushing into things, will they not?

[A pause.]

Speaking of which, do you know anyone who wouldn't mind me taking possession of their corpse? I seem to have had my last one confiscated, and... I'm a bit too far along to be doing housework without some help.

[Apparently her argument with Cain has taught her absolutely nothing.]

[deathkid]

[ should he be worried? because he is, a little. ]

Uh... I think there's a grave a couple spots down with a lady who liked doing housework. I can check and get back to you.

[burntbridges]

Thank you, I'm getting rather sick of doing everything that Walter normally would.

[He should probably be worried, honestly.]

In return... do you need any help with your funeral services?

[deathkid]

Walter?

[ a shrug. must be a zombie she used to have. ]

Not really. Fortunately, not many people have died. I'm just tending the graves here for the moment.

[burntbridges]

My risen servant... that's right, you never met him, did you? Someone decided it was his right to take Walter away during Prijata, and to my understanding he's burned the body. So I suppose you won't get the chance.

[Is she salty about it? Maybe. Probably. Absolutely.]

[deathkid]

Did that person ask Walter first? That's pretty rude.

[ he gets the saltiness. he'd be annoyed too if someone took away Jules-Albert from him. and now he's going to hop off the gravestone he's been sitting on and approach the grave of the woman he'd mentioned. ]

Hopefully this... [ he squints at the gravestone. ] Bludmilla will escape any attempts to do away with her.

[burntbridges]

He did, and Walter and I had just been in an argument, so he agreed. Neither of them listened to a word I had to tell them.

[At least now she knows to be more cautious who she introduces her servant to...]

I'll likely have to keep her around the house, so that she doesn't bother anyone.

[deathkid]

Ah, I see. Yeah, that can make it a little hard. Maybe Walter wanted to rest. But Bludmilla is practically rolling in her grave. She keeps saying she's bored and it's too dusty down there.