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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Korra on Fri Apr 14, 2017 2:15 pm

    Diversity? Well, that was definitely one way to put it. Korra would be lying if she said that Mortis' observation was anything but truthful. He hit the nail right on the head! Was that not the reason why Republic City has so entranced her when she first arrived there? And why Portal Breach seemed to amaze her with all the new experiences it provided? "I'll take learning about news things over learning about the same thing fifty times." Korra agreed with a light smirk. Sometimes going over material for a refresher was good, but other times...well, it just made a person feel stagnant.

    ”I hear your thoughtsss regarding my apprehenssionss, but no, I do not have any conflict regarding being resssisstant to physsical contact."

    Mind-benders. At this point, the young Avatar wondered if she should just voice every single thought or stop thinking anything at all. Easier said than done, really. Thoughts happened whether one wanted them to or not, and it was still strange for her to be around people that could easily pick up on it. Even now, he was probably picking up on her apprehension! Sensing that this line of thinking could turn into a strange cycle fast, she swallowed thickly and paid attention. Aura, powers, a lot of it was fueled by skin to skin contact. Definitely explained his hesitation towards being touched. "Right...okay." She nodded to him softly. The mere mental image of her skin rotting off in layers, becoming corrupted, or anything similarly seedy was rather good motivation for taking his warnings to heart. "No touching at all, whatsoever. I've got it this time."

    Strange that Mortis had this problem, and his brother did not. Perhaps it was to do with their powers? Could it really be so different for them, even in their skin and level of touch? And what of the aura? Korra had briefly been possessed by Fear once, his ghoulish spirit entering and exiting primarily through her mouth. The experience was chilling, not particularly fun, but he didn't leave any sort of imprint or stains on her spirit once he left. Such odd creatures, to be so different from everybody else, and even from each other.

    Quiet or not, the dark ghoul before her could still sense its presence out on that lake town. It was about the only thing he could sense, but it was enough for her to be certain that it was there. Lurking, like some sort of predator hidden in the vast reaches. "Nothing good, that much we can say for certain." The young woman frowned, shifting in her chair uncomfortably. Waiting and watching had never been a technique she was good at, and now to apply it to this great monstrous thing? This...demon? It felt wrong! Yet charging in without any knowledge or tactics was also wrong. This was one of those moments where life just...had no simple answers.

    "We'll have to be just as patient." The Avatar concluded with a soft nod of affirmation. "Maybe...when the time is right, an opportunity will present itself?" She gave a grin to Mortis, though it was crooked and leaned more towards the left side of her face. Korra was uncertain, but she was also trying to think and consider situations. Rather than charging in like a meathead. She found herself returning to munch upon a lemon square as Mortis explained why these biscuits paired so well with the tea. Sweet to balance out the sugar. Swallowing another sip of tea, she found she had to agree! "That makes sense," Korra admitted once her mouth was no longer full of food or drink. "I never understood how people could dump so much sugar into their tea. Like those bottles of sweet tea I've seen in the stores?" A snort. "If I wanted a bottle of sugar water, I'd buy a soda!"
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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Mortis on Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:44 pm

    Just about anyone would take something new to having to review the same thing over and over. At least, anyone who was not destined to be a Judge. Learning the same laws over and over and reviewing the means of upholding them was most of Mortis’ life before he turned undead. That was not counting the days of time spent in the labs for his tech specialization. But, it was necessary at the time. It was necessary to uphold the law and to be able to apply his knowledge to its principles.

    ”Underssstandable. Repetition growssss monotonousss in overabundance.” Mortis hissed.

    Even he had to broaden his repertoire of abilities since coming here. The undead had never even considered gardening, going out fishing further north, or raising sheep until he was pressed to retire. If he had never tossed aside his badge, likely he never would have made the homestead as it was now. Yet, as fondly as he considered the rolling hills and usually quiet atmosphere, in recent days he often contemplated a great number of what-ifs.

    What if he had never met Lunette.

    What if he never turned in his badge.

    What if he never came back from the snowy wilds.

    What would have really changed if he did nothing, or went along the path he did that lead to his present. Would it have mattered if the same result inevitably occurred? Would she have been happier with an empty assumption than a truth, to keep going with the belief he never cared? Two weeks had passed since his telemetry revealed she disappeared from the face of the planet, fourteen days, three-hundred-thirty-six hours. It still felt like yesterday to him. It was difficult to discern whether it was appropriate to be angry, sad, or perhaps both and more given the circumstance of her leave. Or maybe it was a death? He had not heard of anyone who disappeared from the gamma ever returning, either in true form, or as they were remembered.

    The young woman with icy blue eyes urged him to push the thought aside, with her mere presence. Her gaze reminded him that he still had to focus on other things for the moment. For the best, he would not want to sully Korra’s mood more than he possibly did already. Being around a psychic being was certainly trying enough for someone who was already familiar with them, a young woman like her was likely already frustrated with the whole idea of her thoughts being broadcasted like a radio signal at all times.

    ”You could voice all of your thoughtsss, yesss. But your voice would tire fairly quickly in the processs.” The undead rasped, a small, amused smile in his voice. Regardless, he was content that she understood why there was a distinct “no touching” rule around him.

    The bones in his neck creaked and crackled as he nodded towards Korra. ”Good.”

    Though as for the differences between his aura and his brother... So far as Mortis knew, he had the same problem, unless staying with Kev somehow began to have an effect on his overall presence. Likely Korra was simply lucky and managed to evade any adverse effects- many in the past required a full Psi evaluation after being possessed by one of them (and managing to survive) for any amount of time. Such was the fate of Judge Steel when Judge Death had escaped during the anniversary of his own failed Necropolis.

    There was no real safe way to be around them aside from consistent strokes of dumb luck. Luck that Fear tended to have more of from what he was discerning.

    The threat of the lake demon was a reprieve from his inner monologue. At least with that there was a definite certainty that at some point it would likely come out of that fishing village and do something. It would be something terrible, but it was a predictable behavior from an infernal being.

    There was nothing they could do except be patient, until the opportunity arises, if it arises. ”Perhapsss, but who can ssay for certain that the mindsss of mortalss can comprehend what a demon would find to be a prime opportunity?” Demons could be abstract things at best, and completely meta-philosophical at worst. Her grin did not add any confidence to the undead superfiend, who finished off his third cuppa with a quiet sip.

    Or was it his second? He had already lost track.

    Being a proper host, he left the rest of the tea to his guest should she decide to finish it off. There had to be one cup left in there for her to enjoy. Although speaking of tea, it seemed she agreed that simply having something sweet with the tea was far better than drowning out the flavor with a boatload of cream and sugar. What good was a cuppa if one turned it into milky candy water?!

    ”Ssssweet tea?” Mortis admittedly was not the type to go grocery shopping, and if he did he certainly did not look around the refrigerated section. Korra’s breif description however was enough to tell him all he needed to know. ”Disssgussting. Only a madman would bottle up sssugary tea.”

    Well, either a madman or a Yank.

    The undead’s snout tilted up, and a hand rose as if to shield his eyesockets like a visor. What time was it anyway? ”You would not happen to have the hour, would you? It ssseemsss like we have been here for a long while and you likely have other mattersss to get to assside talking the afternoon away with a corpssse.”

    The sun looked a little low on the horizon to him, but then again, Mortis did not have any eyes did he?
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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Korra on Sun Apr 23, 2017 2:10 am

    Funny how repetition seemed so important for teaching people. Guess that explained why she wasn't always the best student, Korra easily became bored with monotony. At least Mortis agreed, seeming to find monotony just as tiring as she did. At times, it felt like a crutch or a halter that refused to let her go free. So irritating. Mindnumbing. At least she didn't find this world too monotonous.

    A small laugh came from the young Avatar, just as amused as Mortis seemed to be. Granted, she couldn't exactly tell from his actual face but...his voice sounded rather tickled! Truly, the concept of trying to speak every single thought one had would get tiring, if not completely embarrassing. "Hehe, yeah! And if I lost my voice, you'd have to read my thoughts anyway just to keep the conversation going!" Talk about 'meeting your fate on the road you take to avoid it'. The ghoul seemed pleased to have her compliance, and she nodded in turn. It was perhaps the only rule he had set up throughout this entire visit, after all. To ignore it would be rude. So, no touching it was.

    "Good point...we could think we have a good drop on him and them, bam! Everybody gets killed." Mortis' logic was sound. What the mortals as he put it, thought was a good opportunity, could just be a trap. Or wishful thinking. Her hands smoothed their way through her hair, fingers tangling through the dark strands. "Maybe he's been waiting all this time for people to come in there and fight him...we'd play right into his hands!" Demons! They sounded so simple at first, but then they get somehow tricky. Her nails tapped delicately upon her own scalp, trying to think. Honestly? She was out of her league big time with this demon guy. Trying to take him down would absolutely be the biggest mistake of her life. Ugh...what an awful thought.

    Perhaps tea would help make such a realization go down smoother. Korra reached her hand out, pouring herself what remained of the tea and holding it close as she sipped. Ironically, just as the subject turned to tea! "I know, right? Why pre-bottle tea..." The young woman openly grimaced. "It's supposed to be made fresh!" It was pretty barbaric, and that was coming from somebody who had a tendency to punch first and ask questions later. Looking at Mortis from over her tea cup, Korra finished her sipping and pulled it away from her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have a watch or anything..." A hand raising over her own eyes, Korra squinted into the horizon. The sun did look like it was starting to set... "I don't have too much to do today, but I probably should head out before it gets too dark." Korra admitted, frowning softly before turning back to her drink. She finished her cup in a long sip, and munched what goodies she had left half-eaten.
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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Mortis on Fri Apr 28, 2017 3:02 pm

    It was interesting just what one could gather from tone of voice alone. Korra’s form shook slightly with a laugh of her own, fully in agreement in regards to losing her voice if she just said every little thing that she thought. For a moment, the undead was grateful he did not have a face that could emote or betray his thoughts like her. What could one gain from studying an empty eye socket, trying to read the rigid, unmoving lines of his skull? Very little, if not nothing, he tended to believe.

    And his belief tended to prove itself right in time.

    ”It would make thingsss awfully one-ssided ass well, if I were to ssspend an entire conversssation sssimply replying to your thoughtsss, while you sat mute.” Mortis added, although it was not too far from the truth in regards to how he tended to converse with the animals.

    Likely if anyone managed to pass by the farm - which in itself was incredibly rare this far away from the city- they would find him talking out loud to seemingly no one in particular while he was tending to the vegetables and checking on the towering sunflower stalks. Woolie might bleat every once in a while through a mouthful of grass, but otherwise Mortis may as well have looked like he was making a very engaging conversation with the peppers and tomatoes.

    Indeed, they could assume wrong in regards to what the lake demon thought was a fine opportunity. Everyone could be killed, but the undead superfiend personally considered there were far worse fates that creature so sadistic would have in store for them all. But, he decided it best to give the young woman reprieve from their topic of gloom and doom. She could figure out the same thing given enough time.

    In regards to Korra's thought regarding the demon possibly wanting someone to come and fight it, he gave a small shrug of his bony shoulders. ”Maybe ssso, it isss hard to sssay. However, it would be apt for sssomething to decide to usse thiss populace’sss firsst inssstinct againsst it.”

    He had barely been on this rock for four years, and even he figured out that the first reaction that everyone had to something that encroached their livelihood was to beat it to a bloody pulp. It was the approach that worked, the way that got the job done without requiring a lot of excess thought while still conveying the same message:

    “You do not belong here, you cannot destroy our things, put everything back and go away.”

    But that would be a conversation for another time. Or perhaps it was something for the young avatar to ponder while she was out on her quest of self-discovery?

    It would certainly rouse some better trains of thought than the disgusting matter that was pre-bottled tea. Even though Korra seemed to acclimate to the strange ways of this world, the matter of sweet tea managed to make her expression sour in a way that would have mirrored Mortis’ should he have possessed the ability to change the eternally jovial curve of his skeletal grin. His tone of voice would have to suffice, alas.

    ”There are sssome thingsss in thisss world that ssshould never be touched by the waysss of pre-making.” He rasped in distaste. "One can only wonder what they added to make it ssstay fresssh while it sssitsss on a ssshelf for weeksss on end.”

    Of course, the undead was being facetious. A generous amount of citric acids likely kept the drink from gathering what would be a naturally occurring mold and bacteria should it stay in the open for over a week. It would be otherwise harmless, aside from possibly making the throat raw if one drank too much and adding a tart flavor to the beverage.

    Unfortunately, Korra did not have the time either. ”Hm, that isss unfortunate.” Mortis uttered, lowering his hand from shielding his empty eye sockets from the sun as he returned his sightless gaze to the young Avatar. ”It would be wissse to return before it getsss too dark, yesss. And I unfortunately do have sssome resssponsssibilitiess to take care of before the day’sss end.” He hissed, watching as Korra finshed off her tea and ate the rest of her treats.

    He may have taken care of his chores for the day, but in the evening he still had to ensure Woolie was brought in for the night, and Samhain likely did not want to be cooped up in the barn forever. Not to mention, there were a few things on his mind that still needed some mental unpacking. Though at this point he doubted they would take a single evening to be sorted and dealt with. No, it would take far longer.

    Even so, it was nice to talk to the young woman and learn a little about her while she learned a little about him. ”I appreciate you coming out, Korra. Thisss wasss a nice way to ssspend the afternoon. Hopefully I have been able to anssswer your quesstionss.” Mortis hissed, ”Perhapsss next year we can meet again for tea.”

    Though a whole year was a long wait, it was necessary to keep his aura from possibly accumulating and harming the young woman. But, perhaps that would be too long for her to wait. Inwardly he wondered if perhaps she would be completely deterred by the offer, and perhaps this would be the first and last time he had anyone over for tea. It was a depressing thought, but it was a possibility nonetheless.
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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Korra on Wed May 03, 2017 4:01 pm

    "Yeah, and it'd be kinda rude to have the conversation centered all around me! Especially since you're the host. I'd be a really selfish guest!" The point of this visit was for the both of them to learn about each other, which Korra could confidently say had occurred for the two of them. She had learned more about Mortis' powers, as had the ghoul. Plus, they had some nice tea and snacks! All around a pretty fine visit. One that would be ten times more boring if she were mutely allowing him to read her thoughts and answer every little question she could come up with.

    First instinct? The young woman's dark skin blushed lightly, offering him an unsteady nod. Recklessly attacking the first thing that got in the way, that was certainly familiar. Hearing that it was a shared instinct made her feel better, and yet still sheepish. Sometimes people just need to take a step back and assess the situation. Luckily for Korra, her best friend Sokka was very good at doing just that! With him by her side, she was sure that she wouldn't just sink into a hole of reckless impulse. The rest of the world though...? She just couldn't say. "From what you've said of demons, that does sound pretty...demon-y." Using others' weaknesses against them, allowing the flaws to let people off themselves. It was like baiting a mouse trap and waiting for the rodents to come charging in. All of a sudden, she felt that much more confident that leaving that creature be was the best course of action.

    Eew...Korra's face pulled down in even more disgust. "I wonder about that for a lot of food and then decide maybe I'm better off not knowing!" Her village stuck primarily to the tried and true methods of curing meat, freezing it in the snow, or storing it under a layer of blubber to keep it fresh. The city supermarket was obviously different. The chemicals that had to be in that food to keep it fresh...yuck. At least they seemed edible! Bottled tea though, that was never going to be added to her grocery list. Absolutely not.

    Hearing that Mortis had errands to attend to made Korra feel better about leaving so soon. Or at least, what felt to be soon! Time was so strange, it felt like they had been talking for a small amount of time, and yet... It felt like a long time as well. Once she had left nothing to be wasted, the young woman rose from her chair. "I won't keep you from your responsibilities for much longer, then!" The instinctive urge to shake his hand cropped up in her mind, but the young Avatar stayed her own hand. "I'm glad you were able to have me over, Mortis! You answered my questions and you had some really great refreshments. Thank you for your advice." She bowed her head lightly, before blinking in confusion at the suggestion for her next visit. Next year? That was a long way away but... "I'd like that!" If he preferred she come next year, she wouldn't come a month earlier. It was his decision, after all!

    A wave of her arm was all it took to grab Naga's attention. The great polar bear dog gave a parting bark to Mortis' horse and sheep before she galloped with her thick front paws and leaner back ones over to her friend. Skidding to a stop and almost crashing into the Avatar, she gave Korra a few licks on the face that elicited a small chuckle. "Did you have fun, girl?" Gleeful panting was her answer. Grasping the edge of Naga's saddle, Korra took her position next to the white beast but did not mount her just yet. She turned to regard Mortis again with a light smile. "Thanks again for having me over, Mortis. I'll be back in a year, if you'll still have me."
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    Re: Time for Tea!

    Post by Mortis on Sat May 06, 2017 8:29 pm

    There was a crackle of the undead’s bony shoulders, he did not mind if the conversation would have been centered more around her. There was little about himself that he found worth discussing to begin with. ”Oh, no, it would only make our conversssation look awkward if you were sssilent and I wasss the only one sspeaking.”

    But with the tea and snacks, it did indeed make things far more enjoyable than simply sitting around in the sun.

    Or at least, enjoyable enough that she did not consider leaving so quickly. Even as a subject that seemed somewhat uncomfortable came up, the young woman was content to sit. Sit and feel incredibly sheepish about wanting to attack something that threatened her home instead of try to reason with it. It made the undead’s skull tilt slightly.

    ”There isss no ssshame in that reaction, Korra.” Mortis reassured, ”Often, many iniquitous entitiesss react only to violence, and ressspect nothing elssse but ssstrength and brutality.”

    Monsters, beasts, criminals; many of them could care less about diplomacy if it did not get them what they wanted, or if it meant having to do things in a way that they found unappealing. But, when it came to demons, they were a crafty bunch indeed. With little else to add to the matter that was the lake demon and demonic behavior in general, the undead superfiend simply nodded in agreement, letting his claws clasp together in front of him. For now, leaving the demon alone was the wisest decision anyone could make, whether they were mortal or had immortality to spare on reckless actions.

    ”There isss no conssequence to not knowing, asside from ssimply not knowing.” He agreed, leaning back slightly in his chair.

    Everything was indeed still technically edible, within moderation.

    Alas, time flew by when one was having fun. Although whether or not there was any actual fun to be had from their conversation, Mortis had yet to discover it. There was nothing terribly amusing about having tea with someone on a sunny afternoon. Once Korra had finished off her snacks, she stood up from the chair, and Mortis soon followed alongside a chorus of dry pops and crackles from his host as he pulled himself out of the confines of the seat that looked far too small for his towering form.

    However, one of the brighter sides of this visit was that the young woman seemed to remember the boundaries he had put in place. There was no invitation for a handshake from her or himself. He reached down and grasped his hat that had been sitting on the edge of the back of the chair, and returned it to its perch upon his skull once more.

    A low hiss escaped the undead, and he tilted his head down to look at the now diminutive Avatar. ”You are welcome, Korra. I am glad you like the tea.”

    But when it came to coming over next year, he did not expect the young woman to actually say yes. It was a polite gesture, a thing of social etiquette. Though it was a nice thought to think that maybe next year he would have a guest over for tea, he considered it nothing more than that, given the nature of most mortals. Waiting for long periods of time to have to talk with someone again tended to be favorable when it came to dealing with people that were unfavorable, unsavory personalities that grated on the nerves and tried one’s patience. Or alternatively, sometimes having to wait was simply out of the question because it was not an option, or there was no patience or interest to be spared for annual meetings.

    Yet, most holidays were annual, birthdays were annual, and there was usually no issue with incorporating them into a person’s long-term plans. Perhaps it was more a question of whether or not someone or something was worth considering one day out of the year, then. It was even less time than that when it came to having tea for an afternoon one day out of the year.

    Alas, perhaps that would explain a number of conundrums regarding his dealings with the living. Maybe one day out of the year was too much for some to handle because he was not actually worth it and he had not considered it to be the case.

    Well, he did not consider it until now, at least.

    He watched as the young woman called over her polar bear dog, which gave her departure to Angemort and Woolie before bounding back to her owner. Woolie bleated in return before returning to her grazing, her towering undead companion remaining silent as she kept a empty eye socket on the strange dog-bear hybrid.

    ”If you have the time, I ssuggessst you sssend a messsage to me a few daysss beforehand sso I know when you plan to arrive.” The towering undead rasped, ”That way I can have time to prepare. If there are any complicationss, they can be brought up with time to ssspare ass well.”

    Not to mention, the undead was not very keen on uninvited, unplanned guests, if not for being caught off guard in regards to having company, it was due to the fact that Samhain did not discriminate between friend or foe while she was protecting the farm. Everyone’s face looked like a face that needed a horse-shoe smashed into it.

    Once the young Avatar was upon her fluffy, panting steed, he gave a parting wave to her. ”Goodbye, Korra. Have a pleassant evening.”

    He would watch and make sure there were no complications with her leave, before he took care of the tea set and put everything away for the evening.

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