Cheesemick
Worst Generation Super Rookie
Barbatos couldn't stop laughing at the bones in everyone comment. "This one is a fellow philosopher I think Oskar. She's right you know why not just pull out one of her bones or two."
"You know that wouldn't work." He muttered to himself. She seemed just as lost and new as he was which wasn't a bad thing but he wouldn't mind talking to someone who could fill him in on the details. He winched when she grabbed his shoulder. He didn't like physical contact.
The boy who opened the door seemed to be more agreeable to his situation if anything they both were friendly at least. "Hmmm no graveyard but a morgue? This school sounds like my kind of place. Will need more than just bones though. Ask him if there's a greenhouse or a gardening class here at the school. Oh! And will need some live sacrifices as well, will have to find a farm nearby for goats or..." Barbatos was getting ahead of himself as usual.
He looked at the outstretched hand pondered were or not he should take it for a moment. "He's trying to be polite, don't be rude." Oskar sighed. "I know, I know." He muttered. He took X's hand. Oskar hand would be as cold as ice. "Go on tell him your name." "I know what to do!" He yelled back at his shoulder. "Its Oskar, I've come a long way, a friend...of mine is holding onto my things. I'll need some bones and...a living animal to call them to get my things back." The peppy girl suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. "Haha! I think this human likes you Oskar." Barbatos said. "Shut up!" Oskar shouted back.
The whiplash hit Oskar like a truck when he finally realized, that was enough physical contact for a lifetime for him. Oskar took a good long examination of the lich standing before him. He had read a lot about liches from the works of Aleister Crowley and other oculist but never seen one in person before. "Well well, I can't say I wasn't expending a lich but the progress on this on this on, is quite good. The last time I saw one must been a few hundred years ago. This one should understand our needs Oskar." "My name is Oskar...I'm new here...I'm a cultist looking for some matarials...do we have a greenhouse? If not I can start working on a garden for some herbs and ingredients. I might need some livestock as well...do we have a lab here? I could start working one if we don't have a lab either. I'm not sure if someone was suppose to greet us and show us around..." Oskar had a bad habit of refereeing to himself as us since he carried around his familiar with him everywhere.
"You know that wouldn't work." He muttered to himself. She seemed just as lost and new as he was which wasn't a bad thing but he wouldn't mind talking to someone who could fill him in on the details. He winched when she grabbed his shoulder. He didn't like physical contact.
The boy who opened the door seemed to be more agreeable to his situation if anything they both were friendly at least. "Hmmm no graveyard but a morgue? This school sounds like my kind of place. Will need more than just bones though. Ask him if there's a greenhouse or a gardening class here at the school. Oh! And will need some live sacrifices as well, will have to find a farm nearby for goats or..." Barbatos was getting ahead of himself as usual.
He looked at the outstretched hand pondered were or not he should take it for a moment. "He's trying to be polite, don't be rude." Oskar sighed. "I know, I know." He muttered. He took X's hand. Oskar hand would be as cold as ice. "Go on tell him your name." "I know what to do!" He yelled back at his shoulder. "Its Oskar, I've come a long way, a friend...of mine is holding onto my things. I'll need some bones and...a living animal to call them to get my things back." The peppy girl suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. "Haha! I think this human likes you Oskar." Barbatos said. "Shut up!" Oskar shouted back.
The whiplash hit Oskar like a truck when he finally realized, that was enough physical contact for a lifetime for him. Oskar took a good long examination of the lich standing before him. He had read a lot about liches from the works of Aleister Crowley and other oculist but never seen one in person before. "Well well, I can't say I wasn't expending a lich but the progress on this on this on, is quite good. The last time I saw one must been a few hundred years ago. This one should understand our needs Oskar." "My name is Oskar...I'm new here...I'm a cultist looking for some matarials...do we have a greenhouse? If not I can start working on a garden for some herbs and ingredients. I might need some livestock as well...do we have a lab here? I could start working one if we don't have a lab either. I'm not sure if someone was suppose to greet us and show us around..." Oskar had a bad habit of refereeing to himself as us since he carried around his familiar with him everywhere.