[SE] Embalming [OPEN]

Scattering sparks of thought energy

Deliver me and carry me away

"I...am not a social pariah of any kind for my work here." Abasi explained, unsure why his job would prevent him from socialising with the townspeople. As for 'dead guy festivals', he could not imagine what such an event would look like; he shook his head. "No. I was a priest. I made sacrifices to the Gods, advised the Pharaoh on matters of the Divine and aided in the treatment of the dead when required. And..." He tilted his head. "At times, helped with festivals. Though they were always focused on the living."

The way Cassandra spoke was difficult for him to follow, her cadence and vocabulary worlds (and times) apart from his own. Still, after a moment of silent concentration, he believed he had understood the gist of what she was trying to say. "I am sorry for the loss of your siblings. However, no, I...don't believe I've met anyone from this...'Helovia'. Or at least, no one I am aware of hailing from such a land. What was it like?"

Here in my kingdom I am your lord

I order you to cower and pray

ABASI

Base Code by Sky!

Cassie

Or Cassandra or Cass or Whatever

A priest? Well, that was alright. Cass didn't think priests did anything particularly useful, but at least they usually talked to the living, or at the very least the immortal. "Welp, I have literally no clue what a Pharaoh is, but I guess I'm glad you hang out with not-dead-people," Cass remarked. She couldn't imagine how Abasi managed to stay sane around all of this, but she supposed somebody had to do it. (And it sure as heck wasn't gonna be her. Ew!) In any case, she respected him.

"You don't need to be, like, sorry or anything," Cass replied. She meant it too, because really, she couldn't remember any of her siblings well aside from Gal, and Gal (hopefully) wan't dead. She of course had no clue that Ru'in had come back to life only to immediately die again in this world, and it was probably better that way. "It was a very long time ago... And my mom is from Helovia!"

"Anyway... Maybe I'll see you at the festival then?" Her feet were itching to carry her away from Mr-rigor-mortis on the table.

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