He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
"I do not," Ben Franklin says, standing up and bowing. "Good day, dear lady, and may your return to the land of the living be as fortuitous as I have found my own."
"--Benjamin Franklin just called me dear lady," she says, burying her face in her daughter's side with a giggle. "And here I thought I had come to expect anything life could throw at me."
"Uh--well, I'll want food and a change of clothes at some point--where are we, this is not the house."
"It's a space station. I'm from an alternate universe in which it is the year 2159. Lemme know whenever you get hungry."
"Ambiguously overriding desire for human flesh, plus anything the documentation he put it together from didn't warn about."
"Well, I don't experience anything like that, thank God. Although I suppose it would have been merely inconvenient, given the ability to generate arbitrary material objects."
"Yes. I would have still tried it if for whatever reason it were inconvenient to get into space but it wasn't at all."
"Even with the ability to supply unlimited human flesh that had never been a person I've certainly met people I wouldn't want to allow wandering the Earth with an appetite for the stuff."
"--Does the body have to be identical to the real corpse immediately after it died? My father--he helped raise the twins--he was very old--"
"It does not have to be identical - I fixed Mr. Franklin's lungs and pulled your state from right before you were hurt - but I don't know the exact tolerances and in particular I'd worry that using a younger body would risk losing some memories of the later life, though there's nothing in the literature about it either way since the spell's authors didn't have my affordances."