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