"I can indeed." He gestures to the spirit, unaware of their impatience. "I can perceive their soul, if nothing else."
He moves idly over to a gravestone, considering sitting on it before deciding it would be disrespectful, perhaps. He instead brushes it off and stands by it, hand gently resting atop it.
Thanatos can see them clear as day, but for someone not so connected to Death as he to even be able to sense them... Well, he knows that some humans possess the skill, in small ways. It isn't something he has ever really involved himself in, personally.
Too busy with his work.
"This place is teeming with restless spirits, unwilling to move on for one reason or another."
Thanatos himself is... not so far removed from Emet-Selch, even as far as looks go. Perhaps there is something to be said for white-haired, golden-eyed men associated with Death?
He looks at Hythlodaeus impassively for a few moments more, then holds out a hand.
He looks at the hand, before wandering over at a leisurely pace. Hythlodaeus doesn't know what Thanatos wants, but he's always been a trusting sort and has no reason not to trust the man before him now.
Part of the 'skill set' of a Chthonic god of death is the power to give others the ability to fully perceive spirits. Thanatos will do just that, once Hythlodaeus is close enough to be touched.
The ghost he was speaking to is still waiting, still looking somewhat impatient. It appears to be the soul of a woman in her late fifties.
"Goodness," he blinks as he perceives the spirit before him, and then smiles to her. "Ah, you have been waiting for a while. My apologies. I can leave until such a time as you have finished your conversation."
In the meantime, he can always speak with another spirit who has been hovering nearby- that of a child who looks to be around 12, her eyes wide and sorrowful. He crouches down and starts a quiet conversation with her, and slowly the child seems to grow more animated- Hythlodaeus chuckles at something, and after a while he creates a bunch of flowers to rest on her grave. It was an important Amaurotine tradition, to lay flowers at the site of the deceased. He hopes it will bring her some joy.
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Date: 2026-01-02 03:26 pm (UTC)"I can indeed." He gestures to the spirit, unaware of their impatience. "I can perceive their soul, if nothing else."
He moves idly over to a gravestone, considering sitting on it before deciding it would be disrespectful, perhaps. He instead brushes it off and stands by it, hand gently resting atop it.
"There are a few here, lingering."
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Date: 2026-01-07 11:51 pm (UTC)"You are correct."
Thanatos can see them clear as day, but for someone not so connected to Death as he to even be able to sense them... Well, he knows that some humans possess the skill, in small ways. It isn't something he has ever really involved himself in, personally.
Too busy with his work.
"This place is teeming with restless spirits, unwilling to move on for one reason or another."
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Date: 2026-01-08 01:14 am (UTC)He smiles then.
"A job that was almost assigned to me, but... ah, I do not possess half of the power he does."
Though he is powerful in his own right, he knows full well that there is none more powerful on Etheirys than Emet-Selch.
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:23 am (UTC)He looks at Hythlodaeus impassively for a few moments more, then holds out a hand.
"Come here."
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Date: 2026-01-12 04:20 am (UTC)He looks at the hand, before wandering over at a leisurely pace. Hythlodaeus doesn't know what Thanatos wants, but he's always been a trusting sort and has no reason not to trust the man before him now.
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Date: 2026-01-13 10:40 pm (UTC)The ghost he was speaking to is still waiting, still looking somewhat impatient. It appears to be the soul of a woman in her late fifties.
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Date: 2026-01-14 12:26 am (UTC)In the meantime, he can always speak with another spirit who has been hovering nearby- that of a child who looks to be around 12, her eyes wide and sorrowful. He crouches down and starts a quiet conversation with her, and slowly the child seems to grow more animated- Hythlodaeus chuckles at something, and after a while he creates a bunch of flowers to rest on her grave. It was an important Amaurotine tradition, to lay flowers at the site of the deceased. He hopes it will bring her some joy.