[ As with every time he's blindsided by an old relic, John Gaius spends a solid five minutes being completely fucking normal about this, his face intermittently buried in his hands or turned to gaze into the middle distance. Eventually, he shoots back a reply: ]
What's this?
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I always wanted a helpful ghost dog. Really should've got on that. Guess it's not too late for skeleton reindeer.
[ A lot of the world Nico was familiar with was the 1920s, but he's sort of adapted to the 2000s. Still though, that's a lot of media to play catch-up on especially tv and movies. ]
Sort of feels like an insult to me, but maybe that's just because I hate glitter.
A few reasons. Firstly, I was curious how many of us with death-related abilities ended up as a glitterbomb. Secondly, because if you were a darkblood, you could always try using the telekinesis or reality manipulation to make the reindeer fly.
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What's this?
[ And then: ]
I always wanted a helpful ghost dog. Really should've got on that. Guess it's not too late for skeleton reindeer.
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The real question is, could you make it fly?
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Also, can I ask what bloodtype you ended up being here?
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Any reason why?
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A few reasons. Firstly, I was curious how many of us with death-related abilities ended up as a glitterbomb. Secondly, because if you were a darkblood, you could always try using the telekinesis or reality manipulation to make the reindeer fly.
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Sounds like we may need to team up for this one.
Shit, let's be Santa.
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Don't really do flight for godly domain and personal reasons.
But teleportation is a different story.
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