Nebula 16

[zombiemessiah]

VIDEO|CW: ZOMBIE RELATED STUFF

Alright. Alright. One of those opinion posts.

[For those that don't know Murphy, the man on the screen outright just looks likes Voltaire wet dream, complete with red skin, Satan aesthetic, black suit with a red shirt and he's got the voice of a story-telling podcaster.]

Moral Quandary Time! Where do you draw the line in killing people? Are you a 'no, never' person? A 'only in self-defense person'? A 'the world'd be better without this person' person? Maybe even a 'You killed my father, prepare to die!' type. Or, maybe? All it would take is something that'll line your pockets.

Maybe the setting counts. Somewhere like my world, where billions of undead roam hungry and the living trample each other to survive. Definitely one where even the softest heart would be hard-pressed to stay their hand. Or you go to one of those colorful, magical places where the grass looks like astroturf and there are rainbows with no clouds. But you found out all the cute, adorable fuzzy things there were slowly going to cause the extinction of five other species.

This isn't just a question about murder philosophy. Missions are tough and some just want to help and some of us are desensitized. You might need someone who can easily do what you'd struggle with. Then again, you might need someone with a little more patience so you don't snap someone's neck.

[Murphy withholds the question about whether someone would rather him get information one way or the other if it came down to a choice. He'll wait on that one 'cause he's sure the initial answer would be, 'I would rather you do neither.]

Also hello to the new people! Hiiii. Yeah. You might get mindfucked. There's a lot of that recently. I'm sure someone else with a healthy dose of PTSD can fill you in on how that went.

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[mustknow]

[There's some metal objects here and there he could use, and they're duly considered before he simply picks up the nightmarishly jagged thing tucked neatly out of the way (which is SUPPOSED to be in the armory, by its appearance, but clearly isn't).]

This is metal enough to do the job maybe.

[The eye on it seems to be quite content to radiate a constant feeling of watching.]

How many necromancers have you encountered? If there's one on the train, it might be useful to find out if they have any related 'healing' magic of their own instead of just experiencing unintended side effects too.

[zombiemessiah]

Just the cultivators. [Like Wuxian.]

So not many. But I did get a book on necromancy. The rules on it are kind of all over the place, though. I'm gonna have to expand my repertoire.

[And maybe if he gets it right he can heal himself. For now, though, he steps back to see how Teddy does on a test with a little lightning rod of sorts.]

[mustknow]

How many of them are there? Two? Three?

[Six or seven? Did they all have the same skill set? He didn't know, and wasn't yet willing to ask.]

More importantly, are their skills something others might be able to learn? You should find out, if so. You'll have as long as I have, if I remember how undeath generally works, so there's plenty of time to figure it out.

[How DOES No Name work as a lighting rod?

Just fine it seems, by the hot surge of blue-white electricity sent snapping down its jagged length - downside, lightning doesn't much like being directed beyond wherever it wants to go and the small bolt promptly discharges itself into the nearest tall object - in this case, a discarded pair of boots someone left behind.

They promptly catch fire.]

Hm, well.

[zombiemessiah]

Oh, look. A pair of boots spontaneously caught fire. Who would have thought such a thing would happen. [He says casually.]

I'll go get a garbage bag. I'm assuming you've got some magic to handle that.

[And he goes to get into a sundries closet to find the bags (which he never uses because he never does chores so it takes him a minute) before he returns.]

I can lend you the book if you're interested.

[mustknow]

[Murphy's dry sarcasm draws a briefly terribly guilty look from Xehanort, who is not broadly into rampant destruction without good reason to be.]

Not particularly, no.

[Which, it seems, isn't going to stop him at all, he has another way to handle small fires. Namely, stomping. It's effective enough!]

I need better aim.

[Offering a BOOK to someone like xehanort is rather akin to offering an addict their fix, and the guilty look almost fades.]

... I don't suppose it's small enough where making a digital copy won't wipe out most of the memory on my tablet..?

[zombiemessiah]

I'm playing innocent for comedy, I swear. [He sees the guilty look cross his face, not really having intended that.] Who leaves their boots where magical people practice anyway? People who are gonna get stuck in sandals, that's who.

[But he shrugs.]

I dunno. Maybe? Depends on what generation tablet you have. [Technology pretty much stopped in 2016 for him.]

But you can hang onto the book for a while. I've went over it a bunch of times in the past couple of months. I trust you with it.