Gideon Nav @9thNincompoop

@9thReverend Maybe I won't need to talk. Unlike you, I'm not always trying to be the creepiest person in the room.

@9thReverend [it takes a massive effort not to stick out her tongue] What if it ends up the real prize isn't lyctorhood, it's the friends we made along the way?

@9thReverend [dark and sullen, squinting at the expansive skyline through her shades] You /would/ think that's lucky.

@9thReverend [slumps back in her seat, relieved to have the attention off her] Problems with the other Houses landing?

@9thReverend Do you need me to hold you through your delicate necro agonies?

@9thReverend [sucks her teeth, doubtful] I think if you pass out on top of the priests the second we get there, that's going to be WAY more embarrassing than my face.

@9thReverend [leans over as you ask, offering her face for your scrutiny, but she droops like a petulant child] Is this how it's going to be the whole time?

@9thReverend [comforting, strangely enough, that your imagination didn't auto-conjure that threat] S'not my fault they've got a big blistering light on the way in. [but she does try to smudge her face again] Ninth vestment's for lurking in planetary asscracks, not making a grand entrance.

@9thReverend [it's her turn with the disgusted face as her imagination betrays her, supplying pantomime of your geriatric nursemaid hitching up his robes, and she throws up her hands in defeat] I'll be as quiet as the Tomb and as reverent as a leek picker. Did you come up with that just now?

@9thReverend [dabs at her jawline, trying to fix the oily smear brought on by her planet gazing] Right, right, yeah, I remember. I'm just getting it'll all out there while I've got the chance, you can't blame me for taking my shots while I still can.

@9thReverend Don't blood-sweat it, bonecheeks. [settles in her seat, re-adjusting the harness over her chest not for the first time] You do your divine necro puzzle, I'll stand around half a step behind you looking hot and intimidating. It'll be perfect.

@9thReverend Self-preservation? [she looks at you. her face paint is already smearing] Nonagesimus, I didn't spend three months running cavalier drills for you to question, MINUTES before we get there, if I can take care of myself. [a beat, and she adds for good measure] I've got a brain.

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