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[elltee]

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[wrackful]

Your problem, not mine.

[elltee]

That depends on a few things. Foremost among them, your definition of 'problem' and my level of persistence.

[wrackful]

What it depends on is me not answering any more of your messages.

[elltee]

Of course.

Until I turn up beside you that is.

[whichend]

.......

Do you want all men castrated?

[elltee]

I have, as they say, no salamander in the race on either the castration or the inevitability of death.

But I have met a handful of delightful young ladies who wouldn't, probably, object. Might even volunteer to wield the knife.

We must consider all opinions.

[wrackful]

Yeah, like you can find someone in this place.

[elltee]

Yes. I can.

Want to make this a little more interesting?

[zethir]

It's a rather big part of the contract they've all signed. No implications there.

Coffee WOULD probably make a good god. Very undemanding, very helpful, and preparation can be a rather soothing ritual in the morning.

Or evening.

Whenever it is you make your coffee.

[elltee]

Are these actual contracts? Ink and parchment, signature lines, receipt copy for your records and all?

You have no idea on the soothing. And generally I make coffee all the time. Morning, noon, night. Intensely devoted.

[zethir]

Actual contracts. There's a copy kept in the Council's palace and everything.

Are you intensely devoted to only one kind, or would you be interested in trying coffee from another world? I found some that I think is just about like what we have in my world. An Asarian blend, I'm pretty sure.

[whichend]

Their opinions are just, I think. But it is impossible to castrate every last man on earth. There will always be one who can hide, who can evade that fate. But those same men cannot run from death.

[elltee]

I'm trying to imagine gods that would agree to something like this. It's very difficult.

My kind of coffee is 'hot' and 'black'. And I'll make exceptions for either out of necessity, or boredom.

In other words, love to try it.

[zethir]

At the time, our people were the only ones left in the world who would have them. It was either agree to terms or fade into nothing.

I'll see what I can find and let you know when I've got it then. Definitely not to be missed.

[elltee]

And where's that leave us undead? Some of us have got castratey bits and a very long stride that puts us well ahead of death.

Though if an angry mob is lopping bits off of a vampire it's usually his head. His actual head.

[elltee]

My word. I suppose worse deals have been made in less desperate circumstances than that.

Your generosity is appreciated. Given our endless time I'll find some way to, eventually, pay you back.

[whichend]

Are you truly immortal?

[elltee]

You know that's exactly the sort of thing they ask before they put a stake through your heart.

[zethir]

That is definitely true.

And sure, if you like. Don't feel like you have to go out of your way though, alright?

[elltee]

Given the freedom this place has with giving out whatever we can think up, I sincerely doubt that I'll have to go out of my way. More likely some gift will just turn up on my bedside table.

[whichend]

I have no wish to put a stake through your heart.

But I do understand your caution.

[elltee]

Thanks. In turn, I will say that I have no wish to eat/seduce anyone you love.

But since we're friends: technically yes. Immortality is a part of the package. Though it's really more of a sustained longevity since there are things that can 1) deter us and 2) deter us more finally. Nature does like to give a sporting chance.

[zethir]

Oh, now that ought to be interesting. Can't wait to see what pops up.

[whichend]

[ friends? friends????? but mal is so cool this does not compute ]

It must be nice. Not having to worry about so many things that could kill you.

[elltee]

[just go with it Arya]

You know what's funny about worry, if you're not worried about one thing, you'll still be worried about another.

Not that I worry very much.