First Song - [VIDEO]

[everlastingpieces]

[When the video feed comes on, all Bargelings are treated to the sight of what looks like a rotting corpse. In fact, that's pretty close to the truth: she's a zombie, body half-decomposed, skin a rotten green and lips blue, body partially dismembered and held together with stitches. She's sitting on the floor of her room in a lotus position, dressed in hippie garb and looking badly in need of a bath.]

Brothers and sisters: greetings. I am Mariska, Zombie Queen of Psychedelia. One of the...ahah...infamous Dark Purveyors.

[She's staring with a great and creepy intensity at the screen, one eye a milky, filmed-over pale blue, the other eye yellow. Her voice has a rather inhuman resonance, but aside from that, and the slow, relaxed way she's speaking and the soft laughter...she sounds just like Amanda Young.]

I just arrived, and I must say, this is a really heavy trip to be dealing with. Seems like I stepped outside the boundaries of the universe, and while I've read enough on this device to get the gist of this vessel, the particulars are unknown to me. I seek those truths. My mind and heart are open to whatever you're willing to tell me. If you're looking for payment, I have no money...ahahahaa...but I'll gladly trade you a song.

[There's a large sitar in her lap, painted in swirling colors and patterns.]

Share your names and speak vibrantly, children. Hahahaaa...

Comments

[Private]

[slayage]

My job as a Warden and a Slayer are the same, to protect and help people.

[Much less defensively:]

I get it, though. I don't agree? But I get it.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Here you also gotta protect and help them, though. That's why they're here. And if your judgement gets in the way, you gotta step back and let someone else take it. There's a couple of people I more than wish I could shoot in the face, but I'm not gonna dick over their wardens by doing that.