Week Zero, Friday, post-investigation.

[goatsongs]

[After the investigation was concluded, Chuuya had had a drink or five. And then he'd retired to their room armed with paper and pen.

The four sheets of paper are currently blank.]

...I don't know enough about them to write poems for them properly.

[He's saying it more to himself than Logix, but he's not kicking Logix out or anything.]

Comments

[goatsongs]

Same. I wasn't exactly feeling a murder-shaped hole in my afterlife.

[airshipped]

... Your afterlife? You've died before?

[goatsongs]

Sure have. Wasn't murdered, so I've got that going for me.

[airshipped]

... If you died before, how are you here?

[goatsongs]

Transmigrated spirit. I've been around like this for a couple years now - the body's just ink and magic shaped like a person.

[or at least he'll assume that until he learns Polly's deal]

[airshipped]

[Give him a moment to process all of that.]

I don't think we have anything like that where I'm from. Was it... strange to be alive again?

[goatsongs]

...Yeah, but not that much more than it is weird to be alive at all. You know?

[airshipped]

I've never been resurrected before, so I'm not sure about that.

[goatsongs]

It's not for everybody. I'd skip it.

[airshipped]

Don't worry, I'm not planning on it.

[goatsongs]

People whose life goal's to come back to the dead are weirdos.

[airshipped]

[...]

Do you know people like that?

[goatsongs]

Not personally. You hear about cults and shit on the news, though.

[airshipped]

I'm glad you didn't have to deal with those directly.

[goatsongs]

My life's pretty boring, at least up until I died.

[airshipped]

And then... it got more interesting?

[what.]

[goatsongs]

Sure did.

[no he's not going to explain]