[Definitely not the right way to be using the term construct, Al, but this only helps to fuel her laughter. Look, it is funny when Gideon Nav becomes the most knowledgeable person about Ninth House necromancy in the room.
She settles though, still smiling even as she defends her right to a squalid existence.]
I like to think of it as bohemian disarray. You know, it's like, arty. Decadent.
[Except it very much isn't. The rooms are dark and close and messy, and whenever she spends any length of time there the corners flicker with the ghost of her necromancer, memories of where Harrow had sat, or stood, or Ninth House loomed (as best as one can at such a diminutive hight). Maybe Alucard has a point.]
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She settles though, still smiling even as she defends her right to a squalid existence.]
I like to think of it as bohemian disarray. You know, it's like, arty. Decadent.
[Except it very much isn't. The rooms are dark and close and messy, and whenever she spends any length of time there the corners flicker with the ghost of her necromancer, memories of where Harrow had sat, or stood, or Ninth House loomed (as best as one can at such a diminutive hight). Maybe Alucard has a point.]