Audience: White

[probe]

Comments

[probe]

Oh, um-- [he looks a bit startled, glancing down at himself.] ...You think I'm fancy? Wow...

[he looks a little shy!]

Well, I... can't really say, White, sorry! But I can tell you that I'd take care of your soul for you, if you want! Carrying souls to the afterlife is really my brother's job, but I still take care of the ones who come in!

[enfangs]

... What kind of people are you used to that you're not fancy?

[sloth?]

Thanks for the offer, but, uh... I think some people back home might freak if souls go missing, so I kind of want mine sent back if possible?

When you can't say, though, does that mean you don't know or you're not allowed?

[probe]

[it's fine]

No one is fancier than the king and the queen! The prince, too. Oh--and Mom! Um! Mother Nyx.

Believe it or not, I'm not the one who deals with any dead people! Funny, huh? You go from seeing Shades all the time, every single day, to not even having one to account for!

Don't worry, though, I understand about the missing souls! The master gets real upset if one of ours goes missing!

[enfangs]

[white knows nothing more about greek mythology than, like, the very basics, so he still has no idea who sloth could be. sorry, sloth.]

Who's the one who deals with the dead, then? [...] And how do souls go missing where you're from?

[probe]

[white is so valid.]

Secret. [it looks like he feels bad about not being able to hand white the answers, though.] Oh, you know:

Mortals are always trying to run in to save the souls of their loved ones! Sometimes, braver ones might even try to get out! But that's a lot harder.

[enfangs]

Geez, who's imposing all these rules on you guys, anyway?

[a pause.]

You have really shitty security if humans can run into the afterlife.

[probe]

I'm just trying to not get fired! Honest!

[wow, don't talk about their security...]

Well, it's more difficult than you think, you know! They have to get by my brother, the ferryman! And then they have to get through three levels of the underworld with all the things that can kill them! But some mortals like to play tricks--or, worse, get help from the Olympian gods! That's always a headache. And, man, so much paperwork! Some are just lucky, I guess. Like the king's musician!

Why, want to come work at the House as security? You and Cerberus would probably get along! Not sure about the Furies, though...

[enfangs]

Your workplace sounds like a pain, so no thanks.

[probe]

[he just laughs. please have a crumb of self-awareness.]

I guess you couldn't if you're planning to be mortal again, huh? Oh well. No one can say I didn't try!

[enfangs]

... Were you trying to use me to help your own workload?

[probe]

Nooo, no, no, no. No way! I don't do anything with security. I check Shades coming in off the list, and if they aren't accounted for--well, it goes up the chain until it gets to Lord Hades!

[enfangs]

And then you get in trouble?

[probe]

Wow! You're really trying to get me fired, aren't you? I thought we were on our way to becoming friends, White!

Now I'm having to convince you I do my job as best as I can!

[enfangs]

All right, all right, I believe you!

[he holds his hands up.]

By the way, I know it's rude to just ask and all, but Mineo said he did so—you can give out abilities, right?

[probe]

[no bully.]

Oh, you bet.

[enfangs]

Can I get one?

[probe]

Oh! Um, sure!

Will you do me a favor first?

[enfangs]

What's the favour?

[probe]

I, uh... W-Well!

[he looks extremely shy suddenly! haha!]

Will you get Tartaglia's autograph for me...?

[enfangs]

[...................]

Sure, but why?

[probe]

He's just a really cool warrior! It'd just be pretty amazing to have!

[enfangs]

[i'm crying]

Well, I can do that. Any special requests?

[probe]

Oh, um...! Wow, special requests...?! N-No, just the autograph is fine!

[enfangs]

Sounds easy enough. Any reason you can't get it yourself, though?

[probe]

[he droops.]

He hasn't visited me yet.