fifthofthecovenant | The Last Voyages: IC Contact

[The answer comes after not too long, at least.]

Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?

Besides kind of wanting to die again so I'd stop hurting. But I'd talk to you anyway.

[Guess who doesn't know anything past his death at the hands of Hela? :D ]

Please don't. I don't have that many favors to call in to get you resurrected again.

I don't know who killed you, but after you died, your body decided to get up and start causing trouble. I will spare you the gory details, but I was worried maybe you would remember me being the one to stop it.

wow

[That's all that comes at first. Then:]

uh thank you. I'm glad I'm not a walking corpse anymore. I don't remember that at all.

Anyway it was this kind of amazing looking woman with knives for hair. If she hadn't killed me I'd have asked for her number.

[No he wouldn't have. He is making a very dumb joke. Also, Hela would've laughed at him.]

Don't be ridiculous. Everyone knows that knife hair is the natural progression of vagina dentata.

[Stupid jokes, she can do. It's easier than focusing on the memory of his expressionless face, the absence of all personality, the spray of blood already gone cold. Stupid jokes don't make her want to puke even more than the death toll already does.]

Now I want her number even more.

[Except he can't entirely let it go with jokes. Because this is one of a very few people he actually cares about, and can feel little stirrings of empathy and compassion towards.]

Seriously though. You okay? That had to suck.

It seems very wrong for you to be the one asking me that question, when you're the one who died.

[Yelena, you also died. Just not right then.]

I will be okay. Just to be sure in case there's another mass casualty event, though - that wasn't your magic that reanimated you, right?

I don't think so. the witch who killed me had some other bodies following her around that I threw into a wall before I saw her

the only other witch I've seen dead didn't get up and walk around after either so probably not that

Well, that is very much a relief.

I know you won't be okay for a while, but is your magic back to not slowly killing you?

I think so

I look the right age again :)

[Oh my god he used an emoticon. It felt appropriate for this at least. He is so relieved.]

Good. Then I don't have to figure out a way to shoot a magic space god.

[The possibility that his age might have reset because he'd died crosses her mind - she hadn't missed the fact that her previous death had erased the scars she'd taken after her arrival - but she decides not to bring that up just now.]

[Oh, he's sure it's at least related to the dying. It's probably easier to fix somebody's age issues if you're remaking them from the ground up. He's just relieved it worked right.]

please don't shoot the space god. I still need to get out of here you know

[It's sweet that she would try, though.]

Fine. I'll wait until after you've graduated. But only because you asked nicely.

appreciate it

[Then about half a minute later:]

Did I hurt you when I was one of the walking dead?

Manhandled me a little, but you didn't actually injure me.

My fault for getting in grabbing range.

[There's some wincing on the other end.]

As long as you're okay. Mostly okay?

[And it's not his fault if she's not.]

I'm fine. I promise.

[It's very much a lie, but her death wasn't his fault, or even that of the necromancer puppeting his body around. No need to make him worry.]

Okay.

[He'll accept it. He's too tired and cranky to not.]

We can hang out again when I'm done feeling like death.

It's a date.

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