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the boardwalk ; monday afternoon

Despite the problems Sam had been having with his ghosts disrupting people (or person) lately, he wasn't in too bad a mood today. That might have been because he'd gone out skateboarding for a long, long time and was just now sitting down to take a breather. He was hot and sweaty but it had felt good to channel some of his discontent and guilt into exercise. He swiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes and stretched his legs out, using his skateboard as a foot stool for the moment.

He was spending as much time away from the tents as he could and therefore, spending as much time not sleeping as possible. It might be unhealthy but there was no way he was gonna risk scaring people he didn't know with random ghost visits. It was hard enough that he was bothering Natalie with it.

So, he wasn't sleeping and he was barely around the campsite which meant he was either off skateboarding, walking, or just...doing something that kept him away and didn't put his tentmates at risk.

It was stupid, he knew, because most people here were used to weird things but Sam was stupid at the best of times.

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Sam glanced up at the unfamiliar face, hand coming up to shade his eyes and took a second to answer.

"I think there is, yeah. No one's gonna get on one and just be able to be awesome unless they're some prodigy. Gotta at least have balance. You ride?"

Not really. "I have one," he offered. "And did manage not to get run over when I used it." Small miracle, really, since he and Jack had at the time only the vaguest idea of what a skateboard was actually supposed to do. His basic sense for balance had probably helped. "Prodigy, I would say not."

"Though I didn't get much practice. That's my excuse."

"How often do you ride?" Sam asked, a little pleased at finding another skateboarder on the island. "I don't think I've seen you around the boardwalk before but I always ride late at night for the most part. Practice makes perfect and all."

"... I've ridden it only a couple of times since my uh, uncle bought it for me," he admitted. 'Uncle' was a bit of a stretch, but for the sake of simplicity. "And never at night, though that sounds relaxing."

"Or would be if I were more used to it." One day, maybe it would come to him. "They don't really exist where I live."

"Anything in particular you're having trouble with?" Sam asked since it did seem like he was having trouble or, at least, had some trepidation about it.

George had probably spent too much of his life in a magical, almost historical world. "I suppose I don't really understand what you do after you've mastered standing on it and rolling from one place to another." People must get more than that from it than just transport, but the concept of tricks and jumps hadn't really entered his head.

A typical boy's boy, George was not. Unless you were the kind of boy wanted your hair done, in which case he was in his element.

"Depends on the person, I think," Sam replied. "I like using it to get around and for exercise. Some people learn how to do tricks and stuff. You can make money off that sort of thing. Some people use it for street cred. Some people just use it because it's fun."

"Which is it for you?" George wondered, tucking his fingers into his pockets.

"Transportation, exercise and fun," Sam said and then added wryly, "If I try a trick on this, I'll break a leg and that would just be painful."

George huffed a small dry laugh of his own. "A little inconvenient too," he agreed. "I've no experience of the healers here, but I know things are much slower to mend the Broken way." This island seemed to meld the two worlds, and he was never quite sure where on the scale from magical to mortal things would fall.

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"The Broken way?" Sam asked curiously. "Not a term I've heard before. That something cultural for you?"

"The Broken is the non-magical world." George shrugged, "To those of us with it, to go there and be without..." Broken. "I try not to make the crossing too often." It hurt, as much as anything else, having your magic yanked out of you.

"Non magical?" Sam asked because that sounded interesting to him. "So, you're magical, then?"

"When I'm not there." George curled a little smile. "Though the mending of broken bones in the living is not my speciality, so I can't help should you decide to add skateboarding tricks to your repertoire."

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"Don't worry, I don't plan on breaking any bones anytime soon," Sam told him, shaking his head. "What's your specialty?"

"I find things, I know some Edge magic and I might be rather good at fixing your bones if you were dead." Which Sam was not, that much he could tell. "Everyone has their talent, mine involves people who've left this mortal realm."

He also had a flair for the dramatic, and occasionally enjoying playing up his 'Cursed Prince' role.

"...seriously?" Sam asked, eyebrows going up. "Like dead people?"

Huh.

Like dead people. George bobbed a small nod and brushed back the hair that fell forward over his eyes. "Or animals. I don't usually work on humans." He could, and had, but it never quite worked out how you wanted it to. It also tended to upset people.

"What kinds of things can do you with the dead?" Sam asked after a moment. "If you don't wanna tell, that's cool. I'm just -- " Surprised that someone else was sort of like him. " -- interesting."

"Most seem to go with 'unnerving'." Or creepy. He'd never needed to be secretive, but being a necromancer was a rare talent, even in his own world, and one most people didn't fully understand.

George shrugged, "I don't mind. I've been asked about my necromancy before." People had a certain morbid curiosity, which was probably why his dramatically emo act had worked so well. "I raise them, fix them, navigate them."

"...huh."

Man, that sounded freaking familiar.

"How long you been a necromancer? Is it a new talent or born with it?"

"Not new, no." Not quite. "I was five, I think, when I first brought something back. A kitten, my brother found."

"You... seem less bothered than some I've talked to." Ace certainly had looked a little bothered by his rabbit, at least. But perhaps that was the difference between hearing the theory and seeing it done in practice.

Sam rubbed his chin, considering how much he wanted to reveal here. "Well, I've been here awhile. Not a lot of things phase me anymore. Yours is just one I've...never heard of before."

Liar.

"It's not very common," George admitted. "One of my sister's friends has a cousin who is... All I've heard of him is a story of him putting a dead bird inside her doll when she was small making it move." Cerise had never quite taken to necromancer since.

"... I'm not certain I'm missing out."

George was not like that, and glad of it.

Sam chuckled a bit and nodded. "Yeah, that little move doesn't sound like it was fun. Does the power come in handy for you at all?"

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