11-01-2018, 11:00 PM
Oh, were creatures congregating? Radeken wanted to see! She veered over because the hunch that was brewing in her belly said that this is a tragedy. It must’ve been, right? Nobody was laughing, except maybe her in a few moments. It wasn’t even that she found this sort of thing amusing enough to laugh at, just that she liked the idea that a bad situation could be made that much worse by one quick sound. Like a carrion animal, she drew close, licking her lips at the thought of a potential event to stir up what had thus far been a dreadfully monotonous day.
Ah, this...this was really pathetic, wasn’t it? She hated it when death rolled around. Watching all the long faces was like being left out of an inside joke. Grating on the nerves. What was important here, now, was that they had a fresh corpse that could be analyzed, just like anything else, and moreover, needed to be properly disposed of. If he needed to be mourned, fine, but no matter how you diced it, they were standing by a dead body.
“[color=#cd7f32]Welp. Better get it out of here before it becomes unsanitary.” She spoke up after two courteous seconds of silence. Sure, he had seemed nice the exact one time they had met, but that was his job, seeming half-decent to joiners. It didn’t matter one way or the other to Radeken. “[color=#cd7f32]Did he have any precise requests for the disposal of his body?” She added in a hopeful voice. Broaching the subject of allowing her to
have a few hours with the corpse for research purposes was bound to be a sticky ordeal, but he wasn’t getting any deader. “[color=#cd7f32]To clarify, were his wishes that his corpse remain undisturbed for the burial? Or cremation. Or taxidermy. Whichever.” Better to rip it off like a stubborn bandage now than spend precious time mincing words. Radeken tactfully opted to hold off on that laugh she had planned.
Ah, this...this was really pathetic, wasn’t it? She hated it when death rolled around. Watching all the long faces was like being left out of an inside joke. Grating on the nerves. What was important here, now, was that they had a fresh corpse that could be analyzed, just like anything else, and moreover, needed to be properly disposed of. If he needed to be mourned, fine, but no matter how you diced it, they were standing by a dead body.
“[color=#cd7f32]Welp. Better get it out of here before it becomes unsanitary.” She spoke up after two courteous seconds of silence. Sure, he had seemed nice the exact one time they had met, but that was his job, seeming half-decent to joiners. It didn’t matter one way or the other to Radeken. “[color=#cd7f32]Did he have any precise requests for the disposal of his body?” She added in a hopeful voice. Broaching the subject of allowing her to
have a few hours with the corpse for research purposes was bound to be a sticky ordeal, but he wasn’t getting any deader. “[color=#cd7f32]To clarify, were his wishes that his corpse remain undisturbed for the burial? Or cremation. Or taxidermy. Whichever.” Better to rip it off like a stubborn bandage now than spend precious time mincing words. Radeken tactfully opted to hold off on that laugh she had planned.