scary: lucas

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[faithkept]

The mortuary? [HELP HE DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD BE ASSIGNED THERE OR TO THE CEMETERY what the fck. Just giving Geto a sympathetic look before he just looks :ben: instead.]

It's the rather demonic church, for me.

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[ HE'S THE ONE WHO'S SYMPATHETIC!! anyway, the words YOU HATE start to crawl over his shoulder (linkin park starts playing) ]

That sucks. There's no where to sleep in there, is there?

[faithkept]

[STOP HE'D RATHER SLEEP ON A SHITTY PEW THAN IN A CASKET maybe his opinion will change when he wakes up after 2 days of that with a sore back.]

There are the pews, but they're a bit... hard. It could be worse, though.

[They could be in the barn... He's also watching that emo sentence start to appear but he is unfortunately a good lad, so he averts his eyes and gestures to his own shoulder.]

Your ink.

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Oh.

[ glances down at it ]

There's no covering it up. As far as I know.

[faithkept]

Is that so...? I did have to double up with altar cloths when covering someone else, but I haven't had any such problems...

[Yet! Because god likes hitting a dumb bitch over the head when it's least expected. He will still not look toward Geto's sick ink though, raising a hand politely to cough lightly behind it.]

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... Nothing's showed up on you?

[faithkept]

If it has, I haven't seen it, at least?

[He glances over his shoulder as if something may be on his back.]

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[ His eyes narrow, suspicious. ]

That's lucky.

[faithkept]

[Maybe pick better gods to pray to and you too will be blessed...]

It's a stroke of luck I won't complain about, at least.

[As he clears his throat again, after confirming that he can't see his damn back at all so of course he has no idea what's going on back there.]

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[ snoops behind him ]

Do you normally have good luck?

[faithkept]

[i will give geto this, in that there is a projection of a word just above his shoulder blades that simply says cursed.]

I would say it's no more or less good than others.

[turbulency]

[ nyooms in on it nosily ]

Hm, well. It doesn't look like you're exempt, anyway.

[faithkept]

Oh, my... [TRIES TO LOOK OVER HIS SHOULDER AGAIN BUT HE CAN'T SEE SHIT.] Is something written there after all?

[turbulency]

[ bluntly, ] It says you're cursed.

[faithkept]

Oh! [OH OKAY.] I see... Well. I suppose so? My, how rude.

[These tattoos are picking a fight with him PERSONALLY??]

[turbulency]

... You don't seem that bothered.

[faithkept]

I assume that it must be referring to the curse of my home, which is troubling, but not as much of a bother for others to see.

[It could spell more embarrassing things instead like the 15 hidden kisses he is on the kiss counter.]

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[ o: ]

Your home is cursed?

[faithkept]

[Sometimes a wholeass island is cursed... Not infested with curses, just fuckin cursed.]

It is, yes. The curse affects everyone born there without fail, and will stay with them until their last day.

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What kind of curse is it?

[ interesting ]

Where did it come from?

[faithkept]

I'm afraid I don't have an answer for your second question, but it's a curse of the—

[WOW SPEAKING OF CURSES

Lucas just freezes up for a second and then rather abruptly turns to face away so he can start coughing into his closed fist like someone who's just walked into a smoky room.]

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[ LUCAS YOUR TB

His eyes go wide a moment, and he glances around like there's a biochemical attack that he just missed.

There's nothing, obviously, and he looks back at Lucas with a hand extended. ]

Are you okay? Want me to get you some water?

[faithkept]

[CAN YOU IMAGINE I'M JUST LIKE SURPRISE WE BOTH DIE W0 MONDAY!!

But no, nothing else is amiss here beyond Lucas himself coughing up a storm. He seems to try to get a word out but cannot with his coughing, so he just nods. YES WATER PLEASE.]

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[ well he doesn't have any water

but they have goblets in church for wine right?? grabs that... runs to baptism pool... WHICH IS RED WHY ]

... Sorry, this is all I have.

[faithkept]

[NOT THEIR SPOOKY FAINTLY RED BAPTISM WATER.

Well, beggars can't be choosers, so he'll reach out for the cup with a vague gesture with his opposite hand which is also now covered in blood. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT he'll try to deal with these coughs enough to take a lil sippy of this fucking nasty water. The tiniest sip possible. Just enough to get his lungs to calm down.]