[Honestly, he's glaring at the mummified phone like it personally offended him. The covering is just a tiny bit torn up, like he tried and failed to rip it off.]
[A nod as he gives up on the phone for now and just squints down the hallway.]
... Yeah. I can't say I expected this, either. [Do witches have a concept of the afterlife? Mystery.] What kind of place is this? It's like the conformatorium but— weird.
[Anyway, Hunter 2 is going to change the topic now by looking away from Hunter 1 to stare down the hallway, where they can see the flames through the exit.]
Are your jails usually surrounded by fire? Because that's new for me.
I've never really been in a jail before. I mean, there was the school, but that wasn't a literal jail. Just metaphorical. It lacked fires most of the time, too.
[Their sad, empty communal fridge... He stares at it tiredly, too, shaking his head.]
It's foolish to hope for anything good.
[... Which sounds super edgy but, like, they are In Hell. Hunter might notice that his name twin isn't alone, though. There is a red cardinal perched on his shoulder, just chilling there like this is the most ordinary thing in the world.]
[Flapjack twitters something in reply, which Hunter 1 obviously won't understand, but he seems happy that he thinks his name is cute! Hooray. Truly the alpha Hunter.]
You're at least familiar with the concept of magical staves, right? [Taps his chin... Are all humans witchaboos like Luz? Help.] That's what we call a palisman. They're a witch's companion and staff, traditionally carved from the branch of an ancient tree using techniques that have been developed over the course of centuries. I've read getting your own staff was once even considered a rite of passage. [Jazz hands!
He seems excited to info dump. And then, all of a sudden, less excited.]
Though, the... practice's rarer nowadays. Palistrom wood's been overharvested, so there's not a lot to go around for carving new palismen.
[hunter 2 takes this as "it's not for life because we are all dead", so he gets to live without the knowledge that anything terrible happened to this very good bird.]
Well - in that case, it's good you're together here, right? I mean, not good that you're here, but - you know.
[the school is his new enemy, so he spends the majority of his time in the morning heading around the mall. this is not the worst time ever until he comes into the food court and sees crimes being committed. after a fairly awkward pause:]
[He is, unfortunately, very happily eating his food crimes which are actually pretty normal by witch standards. There may be spiders in this taco. He's feeding one to Flapjack when Hunter 1 approaches? It's fine.
He at least makes sure to swallow before talking.]
It's not spoiled. [Yes, this is why he's asking.] ... But, uh, probably not edible for humans. I think.
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week zero, friday.
Then what's even the point...?
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[he does not sound terribly hopeful about this possibility.]
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[How do phones work... Help... He shakes his head after a moment.]
The cover won't come off, anyway. But maybe if we had something sharp...
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[sighing.]
I'm guessing you just got here, too? I didn't really think there'd be batches, but then, I didn't really think I'd end up here either.
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... Yeah. I can't say I expected this, either. [Do witches have a concept of the afterlife? Mystery.] What kind of place is this? It's like the conformatorium but— weird.
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[he looks curious, though.]
What's the conformatorium?
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[So, like, jail.]
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[thinking it over]
Guess it makes sense that there are different names for that in different places. [...] Caaaan I ask why you were there?
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And then, slowly as to confirm:]
In the conformatorium?
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[which he thinks is a cool sounding name but now is not the time to be a nerd (externally, he is always internally a nerd).]
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[sure that is an explanation]
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Okay... [okay!] Then why were you there?
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I was just curious. Sorry.
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... It was part of— a job. But that's in the past now.
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Oh. [...] Was it a bad job?
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Yeah.
[Anyway, Hunter 2 is going to change the topic now by looking away from Hunter 1 to stare down the hallway, where they can see the flames through the exit.]
Are your jails usually surrounded by fire? Because that's new for me.
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I've never really been in a jail before. I mean, there was the school, but that wasn't a literal jail. Just metaphorical. It lacked fires most of the time, too.
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Most of the time?
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Figures. Hopefully you weren't getting your hopes up for another buffet.
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It's foolish to hope for anything good.
[... Which sounds super edgy but, like, they are In Hell. Hunter might notice that his name twin isn't alone, though. There is a red cardinal perched on his shoulder, just chilling there like this is the most ordinary thing in the world.]
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[more importantly, birb!! he grins.]
Aw, is he yours?
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Flapjack chirps, though. Hunter's expression lightens up a little almost immediately.]
Uh, yeah. This is Flapjack, my palisman. He says hi.
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[but more importantly: flapjack!! he grins.]
Cute name! Hi, Flapjack. [curiously:] What's a palisman?
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You're at least familiar with the concept of magical staves, right? [Taps his chin... Are all humans witchaboos like Luz? Help.] That's what we call a palisman. They're a witch's companion and staff, traditionally carved from the branch of an ancient tree using techniques that have been developed over the course of centuries. I've read getting your own staff was once even considered a rite of passage. [Jazz hands!
He seems excited to info dump. And then, all of a sudden, less excited.]
Though, the... practice's rarer nowadays. Palistrom wood's been overharvested, so there's not a lot to go around for carving new palismen.
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[luckily, he has read enough fantasy novels to recognize this, and his face makes it clear that he finds it Very Cool.]
Whoa... So he's pretty special in that case, huh?
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He reaches for Flapjack to gently scratch his head. The most special bird.]
Flapjack and I are— [A pause. Then, more quietly:] ... Were, bonded for life.
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Well - in that case, it's good you're together here, right? I mean, not good that you're here, but - you know.
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No, I get it. It's good to see him, don't get me wrong, but... Why is he in hell? He hasn't done anything wrong.
[flapjack has committed bird crimes...]
week zero, monday
You sure that's, uh, edible?
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He at least makes sure to swallow before talking.]
It's not spoiled. [Yes, this is why he's asking.] ... But, uh, probably not edible for humans. I think.
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[glancing for a second at his ears after he mentions that last part. he clearly wants to ask hunter 1 about it, but that's probably rude, so instead:]
Does it taste good?
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Could be crunchier, actually.
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Do you want me to get you more - spiders...?
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This is weird for you, isn't it?