fandomtownies | 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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"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?"

George allowed himself a small smile. "You would be surprised." As a spy, the ability to inhabit the body of a mouse, or a squirrel, or a bird, was very useful. "For an incredibly morbid skill, it does."

"I'm sorry," his manners, he forgot them, and George offered a hand. "I'm George." Having shared all that, it seemed only right.

"Sam," he replied and shook that hand. "Nice to meet you, George. You a new student or just one I haven't met yet?"

the boardwalk ; monday afternoon

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