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+ Hokuto

[skepticstarbuck]

((from here))

I don't know if I'd call it disappointing.

[It doesn't feel dreamlike in any way... which is one of the things that is slowly and inexorably convincing Scully that it's not in fact a dream. Lucid dreams occur, of course. But this seems too real.

It also doesn't feel mystical. The rock is uncomfortable to sit on; she's getting a little sunburned besides having a scrape on her hand. It's real, in a way that's hard to dismiss.]

... But it makes it hard to believe I'm some kind of ghost.

[twin_star]

True, I don't really feel like a ghost ... [ She flexes her fingers and looks down at her not-transparent body with legs definitely attached. She's not a very traditional ghost, at least. ]

Still, if we are really dead, then it's nice that we get a second chance at life ... or something very close to it.

[ And it's also nice not having to look like a zombie thing or a typical creepy ghost thing to boot. ]

Have you met your god yet?

[skepticstarbuck]

It is.

[If they're really dead. If...

It's an uncomfortable thought. Is she really dead? At -- maybe thirty? And there's something more uncomfortable than just facing the possibility of her own fate, about it, a strange little chill that runs down her spine when she tries to think about having died. She shivers, and focuses on Hokuto's other question.]

Not yet. Apparently it's 'Coeus.'

[twin_star]

​Coeus ... I don't know that god. I'm told that mine is Nephtys, but I haven't met her yet either. I hope they're nice. I've never worked with a god before.

[ Gods, she supposes, are just as diverse as people are. She doesn't know too much about them except from mythologies, but certain pantheons had such colorful stories. She would have been very interested in meeting Ra, or Artemis, or Kanzeon Bosatsu. Did they really exist here? All of them together? ]

I've heard we transform, like a shapeshifter! I should like to be something very fabulous. A flying cape, maybe. Or an invisibility ring? [ She's mostly joking, but honestly she wouldn't mind either of those things. ]

[skepticstarbuck]

I think he's Greek. [Maybe Roman? Ancient religions don't seem to be her field, she admits to herself, and wrinkles her nose in thought.]

-- What about yours? Egyptian?

[She thinks. There's something even weirder in that sentence, though: Scully's heard it before, but that doesn't make it any easier to believe. It's as weird from Hokuto as from the boy with the fishing pole.]

It's still hard to believe we're supposed to transform into things.

[twin_star]

It does sound Egyptian, doesn't it? I'm afraid I only know the very famous Egyptian gods though, like Ra and Osiris. I do wish she is Egyptian! Maybe she knows hieroglyphs.

[ How interesting that would be, Hokuto thinks. There's such an air of mystery and magic about the ancient Egyptians. As for transforming... ]

And I suppose it is hard to imagine transforming. It's like stuff from the movies. Like ... like the liquid Terminator.

[skepticstarbuck]

Or some kind of medieval remake of Knight Rider.

[Walking, talking swords! It's ludicrous. She rubs her forehead.]

I don't know much about the Egyptian gods myself. Or any of them, for that matter. I should have taken more religion courses in 'life.'

[twin_star]

[ 20th century girls unite! ]

Knight Rider! Yes, with the glowing red indicator light that swishes back and forth. K.I.T.T.?

[ She giggles at their analogies to popular fictional characters. She feels right at home already. ]

Somehow, the image of an Egyptian goddess with a talking car is a bit strange, even for me. But I don't suppose any sort of courses on religion could have prepared us for that.

[skepticstarbuck]

I still don't know what I turn into.

... But I don't feel like a car, so I'll keep my fingers crossed.

[Her tone is extremely dubious. She sighs, slumping back to look up at the sky again. It's such a pretty day. It's too pretty a day to be dead and a talking weapon and/or vehicle.

Well, people die on gorgeous days in early summer, too, she supposes, and lets out a sigh.]