Burial at sea

[beautyindeath]

Who: Undertaker & you
When: Shortly after his arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Will match
Status: Open

Oh my. When Undertaker had chosen to perform his experiment on the Campania while out at sea he hadn't expected as much as this. To be stuck under the water in a strange location. For the moment he was sitting on one of the higher pieces of corral, watching the residents pass by and observing them. It was certainly more interesting to watch them this way than on the device which he had received or by reading the brochure. The pictures on it appearing similar to what one would watch with the cinematic record. It was curious to watch the residents around him, even in this fishbowl setting their interactions and behaviors were intriguing. How many had he seen seemingly lifeless until that moment when they touched the coral? Not to mention the mark which some had left quite exposed and open in clear sight of all.

Naturally the Undertaker had checked himself, finding the same brand on his arm as he had pulled up the sleeve of his robes. And while he personally didn't care for it, the impurity and ugly brand which he figured must mark all of those in this place, it was quickly accepted. Rather what he fiddled with while watching was the starfish which had taken the place of the treasure which the earl was keeping for him. For now though the ex-shinigami would have to entertain himself with the very souls he was watching before him, hoping he might have an opportunity to find a first rate laugh. Or the chance to examine them a little close and dress them up. A small somewhat manic laugh escaping at the thought as his lips curled into a smile.

Comments

[rebull]

"Uh, well, the time I was mentioning wasn't "crimson" it was purple." ooookay... You're starting to remind him of someone else.

[beautyindeath]

"Purple?" Well that was certainly something that was unexpected. Just what would purple blood look like, certainly not just a darker shade like that which was de-oxygenated.

[rebull]

"Yeah, he was a troll, like me." A nod.

[beautyindeath]

"A troll, then you have purple blood as well?" At least that settled the matter of whether he was a demon or something else, though the Undertaker had quite a different notion of trolls and beasts of the world. And purple blood had never been quite the expectation that he had held.

[rebull]

"Uh, nah, I'm a different caste." A small smile, feeling th need to maybe step back a little, but he doesn't.

[beautyindeath]

It would have simply encouraged him to come closer, though even at the moment ideas of personal space has gone out the window. Different caste, then they each had different colors? Undertaker wrapped his arms around himself, imagine the wonderful masterpieces he could make. "What magnificent shade would you bleed?"

[rebull]

This is both kind of disturbing and cute... in a disturbing way. Summoner lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing a hand behind his neck.

"Uh, orange, actually. A step from the crimson you mentioned, heh."

[beautyindeath]

"Gufufu~ Such a splendid color as well." It would certainly be interesting to work with, to use it contrast the pigmentation of the skin and work it with the coloration of the wings and the hair streaks. Undertaker would have to be certain that if anything were to happen Summoner would become one of his guests.

[rebull]

"I'm am starting to think most colours are uh- pretty splendid to you. Got an interest in that kinda dark stuff then? Blood and that?" Again he's like someone else that comes to mind... though they very much have their differences.

[beautyindeath]

"The beautifully etched skin, the crimson color of life that spills forward, the mouths that can not clamor noisily or tell lies. Humans are far more beautiful that way than when they're alive." Not all colors were splendid, purple and orange certainly work well with a human's skin but with that of a troll it would be great. Then to work with the horns, the wings, and to get to investigate how they worked, it would be an interesting project for Undertaker.

[rebull]

"Ah-" A pause, furrowing his brows a little. It'd be creepy if it wasn't so sad. Preferring the dead for those reasons, it's- just kind of depressing. It makes it seem like this fella just doesn't have a lot of good experience with living breathing individuals.

"I think I have to disagree with you there. Death is a beautiful thing, but life tends to do it for me a bit more."

[beautyindeath]

"Oh~ I suppose that there is a certain appeal to life as well. Watching humans as they live helps me to decide on how to dress them when they become my guests." Without life there wouldn't be death, and watching humans live their lives and the lessons and shadows which crawled through their hearts was something else which had intrigued the shinigami.

[rebull]

"Dress them?" Wait, this ...coffin, corpse business sounds more complicated than he was told before.

[beautyindeath]

"Of course it's one of their most important days so I help to ensure that they look their best." After all it was a day when all attention was devoted to them and certainly those who gathered paid their respects and got one final look.

[rebull]

"Why's it so important?" Enough to get dressed up for? "Where would- they be going?" Because again, what-? It just makes more sense to him to leave bodies where they lie, continuing the cycle of life and letting other creatures feast and grow.

[beautyindeath]

"It is their day of course. When all eyes and attention is turn towards them and they are thought of by all those in attendance. A time when truths are revealed about how people felt about them and the last glimpse that anyone will get of their beautifully pale and silken skin before being put in the ground." Leave corpses for the beasts to gnaw on was always such a sad waste, there was no appreciation there and no beauty in it.

[rebull]

"Mmm, what about people that die in an unsightly way?" Ya know, like are rip int pieces.

Whoa waste? Actually the opposite. Dressing people up and putting 'em in boxes is just ridiculous.

[beautyindeath]

"It depends on those they leave behind, they're either burned or perhaps a closed coffin." The Undertaker seems to shrug both off not really caring for either since it meant that he usually had nothing to do.

[rebull]

"So left to feed nothing. Yeah it- sounds like a big waste to me, but trolls are a lot different from humans. We don't have... weird, corpse parties."

[beautyindeath]

Undertaker laughs a moment, finding the difference quite interesting. "Humans can be rather peculiar in the ways that they grieve for those that they have lost. In the end it's not out of respect for those that have died, but for their own selfishness and coping that they hold funerals. Coping with the fact that they too will eventually have such an end."

[rebull]

He gazes at him for a short moment that feelings a hell of a lot longer with how deeply he thinks about that. Yeah, it- it is selfish, in a way. Throwing a body away to forget about it would also be selfish, wouldn't it? Is there even a proper way to deal with the dead?

He shakes his head a little, shrugging.

"Love's a powerful thing I guess. It's hard to let go of someone you care about. Don't know if that's necessarily selfish though."

[beautyindeath]

"It is, the value of a life seems to depend on the love that is associated with it. Giving it the will to act, or in some cases allowing it to supass limitations and giving it strength." How many mothers or lovers had seemed to gain unmistakable stamina or strength for their loved ones. "Though it also seems to end as many as well."

[rebull]

"I think- life is just inherently valuable. It's what you do with it that effects it." He grows a little distant.

"Ha, ending them too, yeah- Guess you're right." Shakes his head.

"Love can be destructive, but I think it does more good than bad."

[beautyindeath]

"Is that so?" Undertaker chuckled a little, over the centuries that he had observed he had seen love grow and wane. The families and towns that it had built as well as the wars that it had lead to, not just the love of a person no, but for the love of oneself or of possessions. But it seemed that it was something that moved even trolls, and perhaps demons disguised as butlers.

[rebull]

"Heh I think so. Hate's the same. All romance is." Shrug.