woofus

[bisouled]

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[soulus]

The problem is not him, but what he is.

[bisouled]

And... What is he?

[ rufus stop being cagey challenge ]

[soulus]

Not everyone prefers to suffer the company of dogs.

[bisouled]

Don't tell me your roommate this week is allergic.

[ speaking of allergies... ]

[soulus]

It doesn't matter. Arrangements have been made accordingly, and we'e here now. He will be accounted for tomorrow.

[bisouled]

[ she sighs, exasperated. ]

It doesn't matter, no, but I'm curious! I was surprised to see you had a pet in the first place. I wouldn't think there were creatures roaming around in the afterlife, for one thing.

[ to say nothing of his general personality. ]

[soulus]

The Underworld is only an afterlife to the souls of the deceased. There are native beings that go beyond Haros.

[bisouled]

I suppose I should have figured. If you all live down there, there must be other things growing and thriving, too.

[ It's odd to think about, in a way. What's born of the Bionis returns to the Bionis - that's how they always think of it back home. Life begets more life, even in death. This is taking that to the next level. Not just death leading to new life, but life continuing after death.

It is odd, and Fiora realizes it feels odd because she's never had to think about it before, really - what would happen afterwards. Dying always seemed so far away; now it's a constant presence in her mind. She's quiet for a few moments, then continues, a bit more serious in tone. ]

... What's it like? For the dead, that is.

[soulus]

That depends on their actions in life; however, I hardly deal with them in favor of hunting bounties.

[He's far from the expert to be speaking on this matter.]

[bisouled]

So it depends on how you lived.

[ it's probably not the same in her world - or maybe it is. The lines between everything seem fuzzy in this place. ]

Do you remember who you are, or are you just sort of... recycled?

[soulus]

It could be considered recycled. The souls of mortals are reincarnated without their memories.

[bisouled]

... I see. That's what we always thought on the Bionis, too.

[ so it's true.

Fiora's not sure how to feel about it. She'll continue on, but she won't remember anything. Now, here, she's already beginning to forget things, and that's unpleasant enough. ]

[soulus]

We hail from separate worlds. For every similarity, there may be a difference.

[bisouled]

I know. It's probably silly to even compare them. But...

[ she hesitates. the bunnit thumps its tail rather suddenly against the wooden floor of the gazebo - nerves, maybe. ]

It's... comforting, to think that maybe I have an idea of what's coming. Not knowing is the scariest bit.

[soulus]

Is reincarnation not a known fact on the Bionis?

[bisouled]

No, of course not. When people die, that's the end. We haven't got a way of knowing what happens afterwards.

[soulus]

. . . If you fear it that much, I can take your soul to the Underworld once you've passed.

[bisouled]

[ a blink. ]

... You'd do that for me?

[ it's a silly idea, of course. just as he'd said earlier, they're from different worlds. but she can't help but entertain it. ]

[soulus]

. . . Souls are worth money.

As a bounty hunter, I travel to various worlds on business. I could feasibly find a way to yours.

[bisouled]

[ at that, she quirks a smile. ]

So you could sell my soul? I don't know how I feel about that.

[soulus]

All you have to know is your decision . . . Why don't you think about it?

[bisouled]

I'll think about it. What happens to my soul after you sell it? That's important, you know.

[soulus]

That depends on where it goes.

[bisouled]

... You wouldn't sell me off to someone who wouldn't treat me right, I hope.

[ he wouldn't... right... ]

[soulus]

I would sell to whomever is interested . . .