Death Just Needs A Little Conversation [Open]

[fivemilesdeep]

Who: Ryo and Open (angled towards those with death powers/connections)
Where: ICP/Garden Car
When: Nebula 3
What: Ryo is coming to terms with the fact that he's kept his death-related Diagad powers, so now he's asking for help with them. (They're not what he's afraid they are, but he doesn't know that yet.)
Warnings: Probably a lot of death talk, but we'll go from there.
Notes: It starts as an ICP post, but he won't be replying on the network, only in person. Anyone is welcome to join in; he's just angling for people with Insight Into Death. (I'll also match prose or brackets.)

[Ryo looks...uncertain at best, but much closer to 'worried but trying not to show it' as the ICP flickers on.]

If anyone is connected to death, or has death-related powers, I could use your help.

[-wait that sounds bad-]

It's nothing crazy - I just have...questions.

[He can't quite bring himself to say what he's actually worried about, so instead it's just:]

I'll be in the garden car, if you wouldn't mind coming to see me.

[And the ICP flickers off. He's not planning on having this conversation in front of the train and everyone, so in-person it is. True to his word, he's sitting on one of the benches in the garden car with Lagos in his lap, holding the plush bird and trying not to let his fears run away with him. He may not be entirely succeeding. It may be obvious.]

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[fivemilesdeep]

[Murphy understands, and yet he doesn't. He's worried about killing what's already dead, when the matter at hand is killing at all.]

[But he closes his eyes and listens as Murphy talks. For as much as he may have been afraid of zombies, Murphy talks about them with an affection that's impossible to miss; somehow, more than almost anything else this afternoon, he finds that calming. Compassion helps - knowing it exists helps, knowing that the people around him are willing to show it helps, even if it's not for him. He opens his eyes again and straightens up a bit, moving to open his bottle-]

[And then Murphy ends with that.]

[His eyes flare wide as he tries to get a handle on his emotions, and slips, and the thin layer of calm he'd been cultivating evaporates, and everything under it - everything he'd been trying to soothe and cover-]

[Explodes-]

[Everything goes white hot with rage for a moment, and the rage burns down into anger in the next, but the anger stays. He's angry that he might be stuck with these damned powers. He's angry that he doesn't even know if he has them, and he can't find out without risking his soul. He's angry that, after everything he's said to Murphy today, Murphy has the gall to insist that his life doesn't matter, when it obviously does.]

[And he is incandescent at Murphy's world for beating him into this shape, where he thinks no one cares whether he lives or dies. Like recognizes like well enough, and he knows he'd be there himself without help. He'd had his brother and his uncle, and later Orion and Endon; had Murphy had no one?]

[But the anger has to go somewhere, and it erupts out of him in sound and fury as his gaze snaps to Murphy.]

I CARE!

I don't want to kill anyone, Murphy, and that includes you! It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead or something in between, you're a person and a teammate and a friend and I FUCKING CARE!

[His anger burns out quickly once released, and he catches his breath and clutches his as yet unopened drink. He doesn't like exploding like that, but he's not about to take it back either.]

[zombiemessiah]

[It's not as if Murphy treats his life too lightly. He doesn't really feel that he's risking it. But if he does risk it, it is his own to risk. He's no longer accepting of anyone that'd just decide that they had some kind of entitlement to it. Presidents die and eventually have their corpses discarded. Rich men lose their minds. No one decides what to do with Murphy but Murphy.]

I'm not making the offer lightly. But considering what I see and hear, I think it's worth it. [He insists grimly, not really realizing how infrequently Ryo swears. But it's worth that one small shred of altruism in him. No one cares about the dead, especially the dead that still have threads of thought tied to the living world.] And I don't think you can kill me. But if I go get Thanatos, make sure that you don't hurt me, yell if you so much as even make a cramp, will you figure out this thing?

[Wait. Backtrack. Did Ryo call him his friend? That? He doesn't get. Not in the slightest, because Murphy is... well, himself. But also this kid seems like he needs friends.]

[After his face twists up in some contemplation.]

Okay, so. You have a very strong point. Sounds like it's something you have to think about. If the risk is worth it. It's a hell of a price to pay. But if I'm right, and... I dunno, maybe your other power being active is making it do something different. [He doesn't know how magical juju works.] If I'm right, it is worth it. What I am is important back home.

[When the dead didn't speak for themselves, he needed to speak for them. When they could speak for themselves, they needed someone to shout for them. And Ryo just proved he can raise his voice on occasion, even if he doesn't particularly like it.]

[fivemilesdeep]

[The anger may have burned out quickly once he'd let it out, but that doesn't mean Ryo is calm. He feels a bit like he's vibrating, like there's electricity dancing on his skin, and he can't quite shake it. He's still upset - at this entire situation in general, and at the fact that Murphy is still offering despite everything.]

[He's able to rein it in a bit, and his voice is as measured as he can manage right now.]

Thanatos isn't going to stop you from dying.

[Sorry, Murphy, you're not Zagreus. Thanatos will just take you where you need to go once you pass on.]

[That imparted, Ryo turns Murphy's words over in his brain. He has a point, for a world full of revenants; having a speaker for the dead is a bit less important in Ryo's world where the dead don't talk.]

I'm sure you are, but...my world doesn't have revenants. At least, not the part I'm from. [There are stories about other lands, but as far as he knows, they're just that: stories.] The dead don't need someone to talk for them there. They're just dead.

[There's something else to be had there - that Murphy thinks his power might be behaving differently - but he hasn't quite processed that yet. There's been too much high emotion too quickly and he's still recovering.]

[zombiemessiah]

Really? I thought he could at least tell it was happening. Oh well, I still don't think it'll be a problem.

[That they're just dead is also a tragedy, but to him there's still some dignity in a body. He's met the ones he has no connection to and... well, even if he's disassembled them he's at least acknowledged that they were once people. He doesn't propose that train of thought right now, though.]

Alright, so. Tell me how your normal powers work. The ones that aren't death powers.

[Because Ryo is coming at this now with a whole other knowledgebase, a whole other skillset.]

[He takes another sip of his fruity drink, leaning back to listen. He has his own usual level of calm, at least the one that he wears at face value. It's how he handles every non-painful stressful situation.] It sounds like something you're really proud of.

[fivemilesdeep]

He can tell, but he won't stop it. That's not what he does.

[Except for Zagreus, but...yeah.]

[But at least Murphy isn't insisting he try again, and he settles back a bit, taking a breath and letting it out slowly, trying to soothe the unease he still feels. At least this is something he can talk about.]

I'm a healer. I can connect my life with someone else's and heal their wounds - it's how my magic works, and it's...it's who I am.

[A lot of his identity is tied up in his abilities. The missions where powers don't work correctly - or at all - are hard on him.]

[zombiemessiah]

[He almost argues that he could warn him and Murphy could do the rest. But eh Ryo's coming up with excuses to not try, not even with back-up. So he's giving up to just ask shit instead.]

So how does this connecting work?

[Because, like he said, he feels Ryo reaching out somehow. He can't figure it out, just a sort of vibe coming off of him. He does know he didn't feel it at all before that adventure with the Diagad. And if it has been since then, he's not feeling it in any great amount. But like a word he just learned, now that he's here and paying attention? He's very aware of it.]

[fivemilesdeep]

Physical contact.

[He's pretty sure he'd mentioned it earlier, but earlier may as well have been a thousand years ago for how intense this conversation has been. He holds up an open palm as if to illustrate, then closes it after a moment's thought.]

I'd show you, but you said that hurts you.

[He's spent this whole conversation refusing to put Murphy in harm's way, and he's not about to break that streak now.]