06-07-2016, 10:09 AM
Her words danced, they dipped, whirled, and flourished in the young necromancer's delight of her manipulation. She was so very different than him and the vastness that kept them apart was intriguing to the Chamber diplomat. At their core they held a unique thread that made them closer than almost any he had met, yet they were so drastically different. It really was interesting to the bay. She pulled other bones from elsewhere, manipulated the skeleton until it was piecemeal. A ragdoll of bones, all cleaned of flesh by the maggots in the ground. She was gifted, he knew...seemingly unlimited by any drain on her own energy as he was when he drew on his necromancy in a large way. as he watched her work the skeleton he wondered if it worked the same for her. "Does calling on the bones draw on your energy too?" He didn't explain further but let his tenor hang in the air as she finished her task and assigned him his own.
He had never called on individual bones. He usually pulled up the corpses, bones with dripping flesh and sinew that was enough to make most retch at the festering stench. Though that was mostly because he usually only called on the corpses as a distraction, or as a was to kill an enemy. He noticed the clean bones all neatly in their new places. It was too tidy, it needed the sloppy drip of the decay to add some character. He reached out, and pulled a somewhat recently deceased bear up from the ground in the distant treeline, but before the whole skeleton broke the surface he focused on the skull. It took just a moment, isolating the bones that he wanted was a different feeling but overall not too challenging. The sinewy skull flew through the air to where the two necromancers stood, along with their creation. Nymphetamine switched his attention to the creature and flicked the original skull off with his mind, and it hit the ground with a clatter of teeth. The new skull, he fixed in place, the bits of flesh left on the cheeks a fitting addition the clean bones of its body. "Not bad, for a hybrid mutt." What now, Little? Where do you plan to use those skills? He was pleased enough with this interaction and a young mare with her skill would be useful..... what can he say, he works for Chamber, even if this had been meant as a break from it all, can't help it when he finds a good recruit....
ooc: work post..... i'll HTML it when I get home... maybe
He had never called on individual bones. He usually pulled up the corpses, bones with dripping flesh and sinew that was enough to make most retch at the festering stench. Though that was mostly because he usually only called on the corpses as a distraction, or as a was to kill an enemy. He noticed the clean bones all neatly in their new places. It was too tidy, it needed the sloppy drip of the decay to add some character. He reached out, and pulled a somewhat recently deceased bear up from the ground in the distant treeline, but before the whole skeleton broke the surface he focused on the skull. It took just a moment, isolating the bones that he wanted was a different feeling but overall not too challenging. The sinewy skull flew through the air to where the two necromancers stood, along with their creation. Nymphetamine switched his attention to the creature and flicked the original skull off with his mind, and it hit the ground with a clatter of teeth. The new skull, he fixed in place, the bits of flesh left on the cheeks a fitting addition the clean bones of its body. "Not bad, for a hybrid mutt." What now, Little? Where do you plan to use those skills? He was pleased enough with this interaction and a young mare with her skill would be useful..... what can he say, he works for Chamber, even if this had been meant as a break from it all, can't help it when he finds a good recruit....
ooc: work post..... i'll HTML it when I get home... maybe
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