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[refantasma]

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Sender ID:refantasma (Nico di Angelo)
To: Everyone
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Warnings: Necromancy, Nico's bad humor and grammar (He's ESL and only made it to fourth grade.)

how do these work?? cell phones back home are supposed to make monsters able to track me easier.
but
anyway.
where are the graveyards? I wanna get the lay of the land and dead people usually know best.

thanks.

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[refantasma]

Yeah.

[Nico doesn't know what else to say either... so he just looks around awkwardly.]

Oh, but not like, in a convenient way. There's this place called the Lotus Casino and Hotel, and time flows differently there. I was put in there by my Father in the nineteen forties and was taken out in the mid-two thousands, but for me, it was, like, a month.

[scooba]

Uh...

[He wasn't too sure if he understood or not. He was aware that time travel could be a thing but...]

...And that was fine? For you at least?

[refantasma]

[Nico won't blame if he didn't understand. The whole thing is kinda stupid.]

I didn't notice anything. Not at first. But I was ten, and little kids can adapt to almost anything better than people give them credit for.

Plus, I had my memory erased so that probably helped too. It's complicated. My whole life is needlessly complicated.

[scooba]

I'm sorry, I just hope that it gets better when you get back home.

[He said as he lowered his head. He really didn't know what else to say. He didn't mean to make it worse for Nico.]

...Um, do you want to take a walk? I didn't mean to make you upset but I know that walking can help you feel a bit calmer.

[refantasma]

[Nico waved the apology away.]

Hopefully.

[Small chance of that though. But he could deal.]

Uh... sure.

[Okay. Cute boy asking him to take a walk. Keep it together, di Angelo, he told himself. You just met him, and you don't even know if he likes boys.]

[scooba]

[With that, Freminet gestured him toward somewhere. He wasn't too sure what he wanted to do but...]

Um...I know there's a place we can walk around. We can walk by the port or by the ocean. And I know there are some stores around too if you want to look at them.

[refantasma]

[Nodding, Nico falls into step with Freminet]

I don't know where anything is yet, so it'd double as learning my way around.

[scooba]

Okay then. Um...

[He said before gesturing him toward the stores nearby.]

There's some cafes and some grocery stores if you ever want to buy anything. I know there are some restaurants too if you want to get some food. I personally like the cafes better since it's usually quiet...

[refantasma]

Do they have Italian food?

[He's taking a chance the other knows what Italian is.]

Do we spend a lot of our time on boats or what? Like, what's the whole deal here?

[scooba]

Uh…I’m not sure. What is Italian food like?

[Said the boy who came from a pseudo French fantasy place.]

But no, not really. In this world, we do a lot of quests and commissions. Based on which team you are, we have to be careful on what you do since you can be in danger.

[refantasma]

Pasta in a sauce. A creamy cheese-based sauce or tomato-based sauce.

[Well, he shot his shot.]

Hmm... Sounds a lot like back home except no oracle giving out a prophecy.

[scooba]

Oh, I think I tried that before. There's a few places with uh...Italian foods around. Is that type of food that cake? The one that tastes like coffee with some cream mixed in?

[Or something?? Although, he couldn't help but give a small pause or two]

But um...I suppose you can say something like that. However, it's not too different from back home. Except there was a prophecy.

[refantasma]

Tiramisu? Yeah, that's an Italian dessert. It's really good.

[Gods, it's been forever since he had some.]

Prophecies suck.

[scooba]

I think that's what it's called? I can show you where I found them.

[He said with a mumble or two.]

...Yes, they do but I like to think the worse has passed in my country.

[refantasma]

Yeah! That'd be great! Thanks, Freminet.

[The idea of getting real Italian food makes Nico smile at Freminet.]

I'm glad your country's doing better.

[scooba]

[With that, off Freminet went to point to the direction of the store. As he went there, he gave a small nod to himself.]

And I hope so too. I just...also hope that your world will turn out well too.

[refantasma]

[Nico follows without complaint.]

Well, there are no prophecies, but things can't really move forward without them. It's a double-edged sword. But I think we're due some down time.

[scooba]

Then I just hope that there aren't any bad ones coming your way. It was difficult managing the one back home, I can't imagine dealing with more.

[refantasma]

Thanks. But I doubt that will happen. Everything's kind of awful all the time back home.

[scooba]

How so...?

[He wondered if he was too blunt for his own good. Looking toward the side and shifting his weight toward the other leg, he mumbled to himself.]

....If you want to tell me.

[refantasma]

[Nico didn't take offense.]

It just seems like life never takes a break.

[scooba]

...I'm assuming that you have to go fight a lot? And that the enemies are always going after you?

[After all, if it was anything like what he was going through...]

[refantasma]

Yeah, pretty much. I'll be lucky if I make it to twenty-one.

[Another shrug.]

But I'm okay with that. I know what'll happen to me after death, so it won't be bad. I'll pretty much be doing what I do now: serving Father as his emissary.

[scooba]

But are you okay with it? I know your dad is the god of death but...

[He said before fidgeting around with his fingers. He just hoped he didn't overstep his boundaries.]

...do you want to do it?

[refantasma]

God of the dead, the god of death is Thanatos, his lieutenant.

[There is a difference.]

It's a great honor. And it's pretty much what I'm doing now: helping the dead move on.