Thanatos — Roleplayer Guild

The Flaming Homo and The Bones

After classes, the director was waiting for the newest addition to the roster of the school. 

He had called Zan The Skeleton to his office so they could have a thorough talk about his new place in this school. 

"Hello, mister spooky bones." The man would turn to him once he entered the room. "I hope the day finds you well." and then he would smile. 

That chilly, and creepy smile. 

Zan was called to the office of the man in-charge of this island. He grabbed the knob of the door and turned it opening the door. 

”My name is Zan Ackmard; I believe,” he retorted while walking farther into the office, ”Not mister spooky bones.”

The skeleton kept his anger under control, cause he knew not doing so wouldn’t help him accomplish his goals. 

”I guess the day finds me well, Mister…”

Zan was unfazed by the director’s smile, unlike a normal person would have. But Zan was not normal.

"A. You can call me A. It is what everyone has called me and what everyone will continue to call me until I feel like changing the letter to another one. Perhaps a Z." The man pondered. 

"And I'm very sorry, mister spooky bones, but I call you what I like." The man smiled again. "Being hardheaded will lead you nowhere, my good boy. I am sure you want to know how to get rid of this pesky curse, no?"

The man approached the skeleton and put a single hand on his shoulder. 

"Because... I know how to do that."

Zan did nothing when Director A put his hand on the skeleton’s shoulder.

“The things I have done make it so I should not be called good, nor a boy.” replied Zan. ”I do not care about getting rid of this curse, all I care about is find out who or what did this to me. So I can have a conversation with them. This curse has its advantages Mister A.”

The skeleton looked slightly down at Director A and asked ”Is it alright with you if I smoke, I’m feeling the urge to eat coming up.”

"My, my, how odd. I would've thought that you wanted your flesh back, but it seems it isn't the case. Well, do not worry."

The man took his hands off the skeleton and turned around, walking away from him some. 

"I also know that, but you are no fun. Where has your youth gone? Where has your eagerness gone? Have all your emotions left you alongside with your flesh? Certainly, if you retain these urges such as eating and smoking, I would assume that you still retain one or two feelings, asside from this unbridled rage at least."

With a motion of his hand, a hamburger and a cigar appeared in the skeleton's hands. 

”My youth left with time as it does with average humans. I was 39 if my memory serves me correctly, but that does not matter now.” told the skeleton as he cracked his neck and jaw. 

”Yes, my emotions were taken along with my flesh, as well as a few of my senses. All that is left are anger and hunger. I have no urge to smoke, I do it to ‘calm’ the hunger.” Zan was not surprised when a hamburger and a cigar appeared in his hands. He had grown used to unexpected things happening.

”I thank you for your kindness.’ he said after which he ‘ate’ the burger without taking a bite out of it. It disappearing into his mouth. The skeleton pulled out the Zippo from its mouth like it had done previously. Zan put the cigar into his mouth and lit it. The smoke disappearing like the hamburger. 

”But I am sure you know exactly what the hunger is for.” added Zan.

"Ah yes, your zombie tendencies. I can give you some of that too, if you wish."

The man lifted his hand and both eyebrows waiting for an answer from the skeleton. 

”Thank you for your offer, but there is a voice in the back of my mind telling me if I were to eat flesh, I would just haste the speed of this curse. Which would not be beneficial to my goals. That is why I smoke.” answered the skeleton as he ‘ate’ the small part of the cigar that was left. 

”Also do you know where I could procure some more cigarettes? I have only four and half packs left, which would last me about seven hours.” asked Zan. 

"If you go down to the city, there are several convenience stores lying around. You can buy some there, and they won't look at you as if you were a skeleton when you buy your things." The man said with a slightly sarcastic smile in his face. 

"In any case, that is not why I asked you to come here today. You are surprisignly useful, to be honest, but a little too bony to be an student... I am aware of what your curse does, and I also wonder if you can actually do magic with that body of yours."

"What is it actually that you want from me?" the skeleton inquired. "You already know what I want from you."

"I want you to provide me... entertainment. Life becomes more dull the more years you live, and definite, unrivaled power is definitely boring. While looking for it might not be, actually obtaining it leaves you with...." The man turns his head to his hand and then closes it. 

Ah, how long had it been since he last enjoyed a fight?

"A big whole of nothing. There is no thrill, there is no danger. I can't look up at someone and say 'My what a hunk', wait I can say that." He chuckled. "You get the gist of it."

He turned to Zan again, opening his eyes slightly as he looked over at the skeleton. 

"Won't you make a deal with the devil?" The man asked with a slight smile. 

The sinister aura coming from him suddenly became harsher. Oppressive. It would make lesser men cower back in fear. Others would pray for their lives. 

As per the rule, this meant the certain death of someone. Whose? Well, that was still a mystery for the time being. 

”I have no problem making a deal with the devil. Though what does that deal require of me?” requested Zan as he cracked his knuckles.

”I can’t have things getting in the way of my goals.” he informed. 

He felt none of Director A’s aura, as he had lost the gut feeling that wouldhave warn him of it.

"That's how I like my boys, no hesitation whatsoever." The man clapped again. 

"First, we need to set up a ritual. Insert some magical circuits into your slim bones. After we are done, you will have the power you want to seek revenge. I will also point you in the right direction towards the objective of your revenge. It wouldn't be fun to just tell you straight out, after all."

He extended a single hand and a rift opened, and inside of it, there was only darkness. A black hole, and A motioned forward to it. 

"After you."

Zan had no idea about what Director A was talking about, since he was a ‘normal’ human until about six months ago. He is stepped through Director A’s rift; although most people would have felt fear, the skeleton felt nothing. 

Once Zan was inside the rift, A followed after him. They then found themselves in some kind of dungeon. 

It was dark, the only thing lighting the place were blue flames. There were some shackles hanging from the walls and a table painted red in the center of the whole thing. 

"Where are you, m'dear?" The man shouted. 

Out of some shadow or other, a man of scarce hair, a large white beard and lacking teeth appeared. He was not old, but his sanity did seem to be nonexistant. 

"....A...." Was the man's reply. "What do you want here?"

"Don't be so hostile, now. I brought you an interesting one." He motioned over to Zan. 

"A lich? What can I do with a lich that I haven't done before, hm?"

"This is no lich, my dear. It is a human."

"A curse then. Hm, you are an evil one. To curse someone just so you could play..."

"Believe it or not, I did not curse this young one. He merely arrived to my school and I decided to be a darling and give him a fighting chance."

"Then it must have been someone who either held a grudge against you," The man approached Zan and turned his head sideways, inspecting his bones. "Or they are much like the director and were bored. In either case, there are few people in the world that can do magic like this. How very interesting."

"Male, 39 years old approximately, exercised regularly, smoked some, yes." The man inspected Zan, before turning to the Director. 

"And what do you wish me to do?"

"Transplant magic circuits into him. I want him capable of magic."

"I can do it." The man nodded, "But the curse will not allow for anything too great."

"As long as he can be of use, I care not. Do it, my dear Alastro, and don't you worry, mister Zan. It will not hurt... much."

Those were the parting words of the director before he stepped back into the rift. Zan could already hear how he was talking to yet another student. 

Zan stayed quiet during the conversation because he had no idea what they were talking about. But he knew that it involved him. The skeleton tought the man in the room was odd, but it didn't matter to him. The man was just a means to an end. "Let get this done with."
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