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[dr_orpheus]

[He's been trying to take the high road when it comes to the antics of the tiny god of mischief. Not a peep out of him over the candy corn! Did you see that? Not a single word! He may have even managed a chuckle and a thought of "well played", once he finally unclenched his jaw. More recently, he didn't once accuse him verbally of the sex swapping in the days before the culprit came clean.

But today, Dr. Byron Orpheus has had enough.

Maybe he's been called Count Chocula by one too many passersby, as if a cape isn't a perfectly acceptable thing to wear. Maybe holidays focused on family give him an extra dose of missing his daughter and the fact that it's THANKSGIVING IN OCTOBER just further emphasizes the fact that he's not at home.

Regardless of the precise reason, he has set the NV at one end of his dinner table while he sits at the other. There's a faint haze around the food items as he levitates them over the table, making mashed potatoes, rolls and green beans spin and somersault around his reanimated turkey.]

I can make my food dance, too. I fail to see how it's that impressive of a feat.

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

Then you're either not very clever or not very quick.

[dr_orpheus]

It-

It feels cruel to stab it in that state.

[doeswhathewants]

You kept it, didn't you?

[dr_orpheus]

I was waiting until the inevitable end to the spell before I enjoyed my dinner. It comes back to the principle of respect that I have tried to impart to you in the past.

[doeswhathewants]

Perhaps if you had taught me about legitimate reanimation, I might have kept my own attempts silenced.

[dr_orpheus]

You are going to try to blame this on me?

[doeswhathewants]

I hardly think I must try.

[dr_orpheus]

[Be the bigger man. Be the bigger man. Be the bigger ma-]

You make your own questionable choices regardless of my interference. Or lack thereof.

[doeswhathewants]

Teach me about human reanimation and all of that and I would vow to never use it for ill. Or do this sort of thing again in the Port.

[dr_orpheus]

Why should I trust you?

[doeswhathewants]

I've never gone back on my word.

[dr_orpheus]

Words can have interesting interpretations if you're dedicated to finding loopholes.

[doeswhathewants]

While this is true, I take magic studies quite seriously.

If the need did arise in the defense of others or saving the world, I would break my vow, but for fun or entertainment, I'd definitely keep it.

[dr_orpheus]

[You are almost breaking him down. Which is clearly a sign that the dancing turkey must be giving off some kind of fumes and he needs to clear his head.]

I will think about it.

[For months and months.]

[brat_from_hell]

But you're a necromancer. The only difference between putting a reanimated turkey to rest and a zombie to rest is that you eat the turkey.

...

[He'll just leave that sitting in the air in case Loki wants to have fun with the implications of eating zombies.]

[doeswhathewants]

Unless he does eat the zombies in some unholy ritual. And that is why he would not teach me how to raise them, lest his shameful secret be revealed!

[brat_from_hell]

If that's true, he probably wouldn't teach you because there might not be enough for him. He's got a pretty good appetite if he was going to eat a whole turkey by himself.

[doeswhathewants]

What a terrible thought. Someone ought to start checking the graveyards to see if he's been using them as an all you can eat buffet of sorts.

[brat_from_hell]

[A la a kid not wanting to be 'it' for a game of tag]

Not it!

[doeswhathewants]

Not it, either.

[brat_from_hell]

I wonder who's going to check, then.

[doeswhathewants]

Of that I am unsure. But someone must. Think of the bodies.

[brat_from_hell]

Or their surviving loved ones. I'd be pretty mad if someone ate my family member's corpse.

[doeswhathewants]

Especially if he reanimated them first.

[brat_from_hell]

Now that's just gross.