It's huge and confusing, I very much dislike this.
I've never been good with directions, and I find it annoying that I can get lost in a house.
It's more of a mansion than a house.
Anyways, my first days here have been interesting. Second day.
Before I came to the Commune, I went with WhiteSuit on a "date."
We were planning to kill CrimsonBranch for what he had done to Vadiir, but Vadiir was not ever really dead. Vadiir got him first. Mutilated his face somehow. He's never going to lick anything again, let alone talk.
Thus far while actually being in the Commune, I have managed to take a tour of the "house," which did not help me very much... Worksheet (WhiteSuit's nickname) showed me something of his that was very important. It's how he has become immortal. He shared it with me.
I'm immortal now.
U jelly?
Sadly, I no longer have hazel eyes because of it. The only side-effect it has is changing your eye color to red. Honestly, though, red is pretty bitchin'. Maybe I'll take a picture for you all, one of these days.
That was all yesterday. Today I got to watch Worksheet train.
He told me he couldn't dance, but he's very graceful when he's training with his Relic blade.
He then ordered a Craftsman to come to make my new mask. The Chosen are told to be mean to the Craftsmen by
Skinnybitch The Master. It strikes fear into them, this way they will make the masks. Apparently, otherwise they wouldn't make the masks.
I chided Worksheet for this, but he said they also pay double.
"They are paid more than they normally ask for, anyway. Double incentive: Die or extra pay, your choice."
After that, there was idle chat. Worksheet told me his name from before he was a Chosen.
Isaac Butler.
Needless to say, I've been going back and forth with calling him that, throughout the day. It bothers him. For me, it's payback and rather amusing. I think it fits him well.
Of course, at one point he made me stop calling him that. It was rather... Embarrassing how he did so.
He kissed me. Shut up, Doc.
Sigh.
Afterward, he showed me his room. We talked some more. It was rather depressing, I was trying to reason with him about his rivalry with Vadiir. He hopes to kill Vadiir one day in battle. Vadiir is a bro, so I was being largely passive-aggressive about this.
As I said, WhiteSuit is immature, so it went nowhere.
I really want to smack him at times. At one time he tried to justify this, saying Vadiir would rather die in battle. He also talked about getting used to death.
Being immortal and seeing others die of old age is one thing, but causing others to die is another.
It's making me angry, thinking about this conversation.
On a lighthearted note, we talked about the fox at one time during the day. The symbol of the resistance.
He did not actually eat it, and it was possessed. This being the reason he was to kill it. Chosen are ordered to kill spirits that do possess animals for fun (or something). Either way, he called Doc gullible after I said I had heard about eating the fox from her.
Soon after, the Craftsman had arrived. I gave Worksheet the ropes on the mask name (I'm honestly just happy I don't have to keep that wretched mask I have right now). My face was measured.
That was it for today. After typing up this blog, I'm going to go bug him some more.
Possibly about his name.
Have a good day, all~