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Project 1: [voice] un: hello

[The Eluvio definitely made him nervous, bringing back memories of a different highly technological setting, but Emil had already made the decision to keep his weird skull-like head up and carry on. That was all there was to do, right? So even though he was scared, he was not only going to wear the strange clothes they gave him and try his best at his first ever real job, but he was going to... try to talk to new people.

It still felt like a real accomplishment, even if he did feel a lot safer not using the video feed. He just didn't want to scare anyone..]

Hello, everyone! My name is Emil.

[There. A perfectly normal thing to say! He could do this. He was going to ignore his anxieties and be brave like his friends.]

This is really confusing, but... as long as I'm here, I want to help! I can use magic, and I can fight with it, so if anyone needs a helping hand, like in a dangerous situation... I could do that.

[He can feel himself growing more and more self-conscious, so he hurries to wrap it up.]

Oh! And... does anyone know where I could get some gloves? Really small ones?

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Well, unless this stylus thing can take me back home and fix... some things, probably not.

[But he sounds cheerful. He's glad he met such a friendly guy.]

What's your name?

[He definitely doesn't need to, and Emil gives a little noise of agreement.]

Well... that's okay! The not being human thing, I mean. You can be something else entirely but still be a good person, you know?

[He's not projecting at all, no sir. He meant to ask about the missions, but Reaper touched a bit of a nerve.]

[Well that's weird and cryptic. Don't ask, Jughead! It's not your problem!]

call me Jughead

good to meet you, Emil

Jughead? Really?

[It sounds like an insult! But, if that's what he wants...]

Well, okay then, Jughead! It's nice to meet you too! I'll let you get back to work now, if you need to go.

[Takes one inhuman thing to touch the nerves of another, huh. He lets out a huff of breath, the sound echoing terribly over the communicator.]

Of course. You can be a horrific monstrosity from someone's nightmares and still have a soul, morals, and everything that comes along with having a heart.

[He sounds... particularly bitter, but:]

But that matters little in the face of people who will take one look at you and decide you're a monster. [This isn't accusing, so much as it sounds like Reaper's speaking from experience. Ha, ha.]

[Preaching to the choir, my dude. Emil knows that feeling all too well. All of these feelings, actually. He never thought he'd meet anyone who understood so well.]

It's true, but... then there are people who see past that, you know? The people who will look at you and tell you that they support you, no matter what. That's important to remember!

[He pauses, a bit awkward at the end of his enthusiastic little speech, then:]

Can I... see what you look like? It's okay if you don't want to; I'm just kinda curious now!

[Hah. The kid isn't wrong, there. Even if most people avoided him like the plague or ran from him screaming--there were those select few who appreciated his companionship despite it.

He lets out a low sound, almost like another laugh, a hand brushing down over his mask.]

Gotta' promise me you're not going to scream, kid.

I promise! No matter what!

[He still braces himself just a bit. He's read books about things that could drive sane men to frothing madness just by looking at them, and while he's sure his new friend isn't like that at all, it's still good to be ready for anything.]

[Emil won't be the first person he's taken his mask off for, but he's still wary of doing it every time anyhow. For good reasons, too. A moment is taken as the feed's camera is turned on, and at first, Emil will see a hooded man wearing a skull mask. He might think that's his face at first, but no--

He reaches up to unclasp it, pulling it away from his face.]

[Underneath, it's far worse. What he reveals should not, by every meaning of the words, belong on a man who is up and walking around.

The skin is dark, but pallid--like a corpse that had been lying out in the sun for several days. Peeled up and decayed--especially around the cheeks--to expose teeth that should be hidden from sight. Skin tight to his face so much to show the shape of a skull underneath, and a set of pitless red eyes--black like ashes where it should be white.

In every meaning of the word, he looks dead. Dead, and rotting. Black whisps of smoke are rising up from the open parts of his face, like he's burning on the inside.]

A little hard for people to 'look past' what they see sometimes, you know.

[Emil does gasp at first in spite of himself. Not from fear so much as that fact that the person in front of him looks seriously, seriously hurt. Is he in trouble? Was he burned? If he needs help, Emil might be able to hurry out to him and try...

But then Reaper speaks and Emil puts more of the picture together. Some sort of... darker magic, maybe. He's way too straightforward and calm to be in as much pain as he appears to be in.]

No, I get it, I really do!

Um... are you really okay? Because, like I said... I have a little bit of healing, if it'd help...

[A gasp is far better than a scream is, honestly. He waits for the other to speak, before he finds himself smirking a little. Offering help right away... what a strange kid this was.

He shakes his head once, fingers moving up to drag through the bit of scruff on his chin, black particles lifting up from him and floating off, like ashes.]

Nice to offer. Not really necessary.

Not unless your magic is adept at healing what's already dead.
Name's Reaper. You're on board with Death.

Oh... nice to meet you!

[Strange and polite. Emil watches his movements, the particles, the black wisps rolling off him. He's seen similar magic before, but nothing quite like this guy.]

I actually can't... reverse death. Not that kind, anyway. I'm sorry.

It is.
_{[ Emil doesn't see it, but he is splaying his fingers across his chest as if he were in a drama. ]}
Without even experiencing love to begin with, your heart cannot break. It cracks— slowly— when love is unrequited— making the process of completely breaking agonizing and.. painful.

_{[ who hurt him.... ]}

Have you ever experienced such a pain?

Oh, no. I've never had anyone make me feel like that, thank god. Are you okay? You kind of sound like you want to talk about it.

[Who hurt you, strange dramatic lovesick man?]

_{[ I mean, there's a really long answer he doesn't want to give since he's prideful.
The sound of his fist beating against his chest— once, but vigorously— is heard. ]}

My iron heart is sharp around the edges, from being accustomed and resistant to such pain. Non, you shouldn't worry. It will be fine. I am mostly concerned about the safety of others.
_{[ this is all a lie because this whole conversation is about him.. as usual. ]}

That's really kind of you! But my heart's okay, so maybe you should take some time for yourself.

[He's impressed by the display even if he can't see the whole thing. Love is such an important thing, and this guy clearly has been affected by it.]

And maybe write some poetry while you're at it. You have an interesting way with words.

Jughead's better than Forsythe, trust me

I guess I technically should flip a burger or two

good luck

I am sure you can find some. This place appears to hold a little of everything, even little gloves, no doubt.

[there was a pause before he carefully answered.]

I am not sure I would be an appreciative audience to show your magic too, but the viewing experience may be of interest.

cant believe you just admitted to everyone that you have tiny hands
like
check it out everyone
this guy has shriveled little paws like some sort of humanoid rodent
unless thats what you actually are in which case pics pls
also how are you going to lend a helping hand if your hands are so tiny

[He'd take that mental 'polite' comment back once he gets to know Reaper more, that's for sure. A scoff is what's given in response, a click of too-many visible teeth as he tips his head back.]

Don't apologise for something like that. There's no cure for death. Learnt that fifteen years ago when this was done to me in the first place.

That aside.

If you're capable in battle and can use healing abilities... don't doubt your usefulness here. Been in enough situations to know I'd have died years earlier without that kind of backup.

Hey, my hands are normal-sized! Almost! You shouldn't say things like that to strangers.

[He doesn't sound super offended, just pouty. Definitely a kid.]

I'm not a rodent or anything.

Bye!

[He actually thinks Forsythe is kind of a nice name. But maybe it is a little too formal for the laid-back guy he just talked to.

He disconnects, wondering a little what kind of job involves flipping things. What a strange place.]

you just said your hands were extra tiny
whats the truth and whats not
are you trying to solicit free gloves from generous billionares who think youre a tragic rodent boy with tiny paws that he can barely clasp things with
like cutlery
the fuck outta here
you need to take tiny teaspoon sized handfuls with your paws

are we really strangers though
because i feel like i really know you
and your hands

[RUDE?? So rude. If Kainé were here, she would have knocked this guy into a mountain by now.

Unfortunately, Emil is by himself and he's not that type, so he'll just have to deal with this weird Tony person somehow.]

I definitely don't know you. You're really mean! It's okay if you can't help me, but you don't have to pick on me!

[He looks down at his hands, wondering for a minute. No, they're the right size if you happen to be a child and also if you happen to not have skin.]

I was asking for small gloves because I'm not a grownup, that's all.

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