call me out v. 13.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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[spelleton]

[ He steps in, closing the door behind him before he exchanges any pleasantries. ]

It's a pleasure to see you as always, Gershom.

Are you well?

[accidentallich]

The same as always. What about you?

[He asked if Ekkehardt was okay earlier but listen, that's different.]

[spelleton]

I'm doing quite well, yes. Thank you for asking.

[ He looks thoughtful for a moment. ] May I ask you a question?

[accidentallich]

Certainly.

[Why would he not be able to ask Gershom a question? Even if Gershom wasn't comfortable answering, he would just say so and Ekkehardt would back off.]

[spelleton]

[ He thought he'd be polite. It's what he always does, after all. ]

I was wondering if you had a favourite time of year. [ If he can remember that. ] I know it's been a while since you went outside, so I wasn't sure if it was polite to ask...

[accidentallich]

A favorite season...

[It has been a while since Gershom has spent much time outside. Even before he was in this apartment, he spent as much time indoors as he possibly could, away from human eyes. To decide on a favorite time of year, he has to go back to when he was alive

Back when he could smell the flowers blooming, and hear the bird songs in person instead of just online-]

Spring.

[spelleton]

Wonderful. [ That works well with the surprise he's planning. ] Is there anything you particularly miss about it?

[ You know, for reasons. ]

[accidentallich]

[For no particular reason of any importance, surely.]

The smell of flowers, I think. It's been a long time - I barely remember what they smelled like.

[He doesn't really have that sense any more, just the memory of it.]

[spelleton]

All right. [ Smell is less easily done - he doesn't know exactly how the magic that had turned Gershom into a lich works, and he's hardly going to poke around and ask on a casual visit - so, instead, he takes out a...scarf.

Gershom has been more than pleasant company. He owes him, at least, this much. ]

Could you hide your eyes with this for a moment? I have something for you, but I want it to be a surprise.

[accidentallich]

Oh, alright.

[Gershom trusts Ekkehardt completely. He would trust him with his life, if he had one.

Of course he covers his eyes with the scarf and ties it behind his head.]

Anything else?