[It felt like a slightly teasing touch, the fingertips against his sides, and he shivers just a little at it, along with the press of a nose to the back of his neck. In the days that had followed their revival, there had been little chance of them separating, and no desire to, with constant contact being their sole consolation. Apart from Mettaton having recently run off in search of Mikasa and to apparently submit notions to parliament, there had been touch, and there had been sleep while touching.
Emet-Selch could feel Mettaton's concern, his worry for his vanished friend (even if their Bond wasn't where it should be, it was still significantly better than it had been on either of their revivals), though he would have been able to tell of it even without their connection. Of course he would want to know if she was alright... but there was no reassurance to provide. There was only contact, company.
There was also Mettaton's sudden increase in stubborn energy, the attempt to hold him ever tighter, a fiercer kiss to his neck (all things that the Ascian was pleased by)- and his optimism. Though he does shake his head a little against him, he doesn't argue it. He thought they were both right, really: there was likely to be something even worse than what they had, but the chance of something better was worth that risk. They would protect each other in any case.
But Mettaton's line of thought and question gets a huff of breath of his own against the puca's neck.]
Considering the effort they have to go to, the preparation and ritual- I wouldn't think them at all comparable.
[It had taken him but a moment, and it hadn't been difficult- his only requirement being a place where the Underworld flowed nearest to the surface, where the souls it carried were at their most visible. Then again....
From mild offense, he turns thoughtful, nuzzling slowly at Mettaton's throat as he thinks. His lip remain stitched up, but it's a bit less sore, at least.]
--However. The miqo'te woman wasn't dead. I simply retrieved her wayward soul from the Underworld, ere she became lost to it. Through a creative- if perhaps careless use of magic- she committed her soul there, rather than face a true dissolution.
[And technically there had been no body to recreate, as that remained soulless and comatose upon the Source, he presumed. But that was mere detail; he'd easily returned her, and easily recreated her clothes. That had more to do with simple creation talents rather than his keen soul vision and manipulation, though.]
Had she been truly dead, I could not have returned her. Her soul would have continued its journey through the Underworld, to be reborn as another life.
[So if he thought about it like that, the magic practiced here was... better...? The Ascian still scoffed at the idea. That mortals should be able to restore their dead to true life was a bit of an obscenity if he thought about it. Of course, it worked out in this case, that they should be able to retrieve both his and Mettaton's souls (if with some insistence), and place them back where they belonged.]
Perhaps their afterlife is structured differently here, that souls maintain some lingering connection to their hosts for a time after death, and may be coaxed into remaining. Considering that Bonds as well aren't automatically broken... it implies that souls remain in some in-between state, before drifting forever out of reach.
[Something that easily could have happened to Mettaton's, which has his own hold on his side tighten, and his face to press harder to his throat, and his body attempt to work itself somehow closer, encouraged by the robot's own hold. Would he have been reborn eventually in this place? Emet-Selch didn't know how this world's system of rebirth worked, though he assumed it had one. Would foreign souls even function the same way? Without being able to see this world's equivalent to the Underworld, he had little opportunity to surmise. Which does lead him to another point of curiosity--]
Mettaton- how does it work on your star? Does the necromancy here have some equivalent?
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Emet-Selch could feel Mettaton's concern, his worry for his vanished friend (even if their Bond wasn't where it should be, it was still significantly better than it had been on either of their revivals), though he would have been able to tell of it even without their connection. Of course he would want to know if she was alright... but there was no reassurance to provide. There was only contact, company.
There was also Mettaton's sudden increase in stubborn energy, the attempt to hold him ever tighter, a fiercer kiss to his neck (all things that the Ascian was pleased by)- and his optimism. Though he does shake his head a little against him, he doesn't argue it. He thought they were both right, really: there was likely to be something even worse than what they had, but the chance of something better was worth that risk. They would protect each other in any case.
But Mettaton's line of thought and question gets a huff of breath of his own against the puca's neck.]
Considering the effort they have to go to, the preparation and ritual- I wouldn't think them at all comparable.
[It had taken him but a moment, and it hadn't been difficult- his only requirement being a place where the Underworld flowed nearest to the surface, where the souls it carried were at their most visible. Then again....
From mild offense, he turns thoughtful, nuzzling slowly at Mettaton's throat as he thinks. His lip remain stitched up, but it's a bit less sore, at least.]
--However. The miqo'te woman wasn't dead. I simply retrieved her wayward soul from the Underworld, ere she became lost to it. Through a creative- if perhaps careless use of magic- she committed her soul there, rather than face a true dissolution.
[And technically there had been no body to recreate, as that remained soulless and comatose upon the Source, he presumed. But that was mere detail; he'd easily returned her, and easily recreated her clothes. That had more to do with simple creation talents rather than his keen soul vision and manipulation, though.]
Had she been truly dead, I could not have returned her. Her soul would have continued its journey through the Underworld, to be reborn as another life.
[So if he thought about it like that, the magic practiced here was... better...? The Ascian still scoffed at the idea. That mortals should be able to restore their dead to true life was a bit of an obscenity if he thought about it. Of course, it worked out in this case, that they should be able to retrieve both his and Mettaton's souls (if with some insistence), and place them back where they belonged.]
Perhaps their afterlife is structured differently here, that souls maintain some lingering connection to their hosts for a time after death, and may be coaxed into remaining. Considering that Bonds as well aren't automatically broken... it implies that souls remain in some in-between state, before drifting forever out of reach.
[Something that easily could have happened to Mettaton's, which has his own hold on his side tighten, and his face to press harder to his throat, and his body attempt to work itself somehow closer, encouraged by the robot's own hold. Would he have been reborn eventually in this place? Emet-Selch didn't know how this world's system of rebirth worked, though he assumed it had one. Would foreign souls even function the same way? Without being able to see this world's equivalent to the Underworld, he had little opportunity to surmise. Which does lead him to another point of curiosity--]
Mettaton- how does it work on your star? Does the necromancy here have some equivalent?