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Irei (iseedeadpeople) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-09-29 14:01:00

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irei arakaki, ralph kocharyan

Monday: February 11, 2008
Who: Irei and Ralph
When: Midday
Where: near the Mausoleum
What: Two necromancers meet

Irei needed to get out of his bungalow. He was starting to feel the effects of cabin fever, but it was still pretty cold outside. Winter was one of the rare times that he missed his tropical island home. He bundled up in a thick coat and let his hair remain around his face in an effort to keep the warmth from leaving his body to quickly. He also had a scarf wrapped around his neck. Winter was always a long season to Irei, but this winter seemed especially long.

At least it wasn't snowing anymore, he thought as he picked his way through the forest away from the bungalows, and away from the town. He had no desire to have go through the hustle around town or in the marketplace today. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips, as he walked toward the mausoleum.

Normally he avoided places where the dead lay, just because the rip he had created between his world and spirit's world tended to attract them, and it would basically just cause him to have a big headache. But today it seemed like a good place to get away from most of the living for a while.

He looked up at the three statues that surrounded the domed building in a triangle as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat searching for his lighter. He wondered what they were praying for exactly. Irei choose not to wonder about the life after death and where the soul goes, he just called them back or sent them there.

He pulled the lighter out and lit the tip of the cigarette.

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tenmilesdeep
2009-10-01 02:49 am UTC (link)

Ralph exited the mausoleum in a blood-soaked white medical apron. He needed fresh air after apprenticing under a surgeon for four hours straight. Dead bodies were tiresome work when he had to dissect them carefully instead of carving ancient symbols into their skin. Necromancy was a craft he could spend endless hours perfecting. Autopsies were a curiosity to Ralph. They were the next natural step in his line of work, but it didn’t make him any less dizzy learning it. He witnessed and handled more guts today than he had in his entire life.

The outside of the mausoleum looked more like a park than the outside of a morgue. The change of scenery was nice, but Ralph immediately shielded his eyes from the light when he looked up. Overcast skies or not it was brighter than it was inside. Dark rooms and lab lights were no match for natural light.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ralph said aloud. He looked away, pressed a palm to his forehead.

He was distinctly hungry. Nothing like an autopsy to stir the tastebuds. He walked three steps until a realization came over him. The burger joints were in town and he was in the boondocks. Ralph pivoted on the heel of his shoe and spotted someone smoking in his vicinity.

“Do you know where I can grab a bite to eat?”

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iseedeadpeople
2009-10-01 04:33 am UTC (link)

Irei glanced over at the man who had come out the door of the mausoleum and slipped his lighter back into his pocket. He carried a bag on his shoulder and started walking over to him. Irei had actually thought to bring some food along with him. He had half of a sandwich and some fruit. He didn't want to end up passed out in the forest.

"If you are looking for a place to eat, then in town would be your best bet." Irei pulled out the half a sandwich he had wrapped up for later and handed it toward the other man. "Unless, you would like this from a stranger?"

He took a drag from the cigarette and eyed the blood on the medical apron he wore. "I guess you work here? Do you like working with the dead bodies?" He held the cigarette away from his mouth.

Irei had developed a habit of carrying some of the tools of his trade with him ever since the day the harpies had attacked the town whenever he left his home. The small box was also within the canvas bag he wore like it was a messenger bag. He adjusted the strap and moved it so that the bag part itself was behind him; he was still unsure about revealing what he was in any way with people he had yet to actually meet.