[viktor's mouth is in a grim line but this seems like their best chance, short of getting out of here and hoping allen or someone else can help. he would theorize about the ghosts feeding on each other, especially because singed's bored stare is melding too seamlessly with cytherea's before.
pal's arm gets a squeeze before he's rushed to the desk, flipping open his notes and running through them as calmly and quickly as he can manage.
easier said than done when singed seems to be aiming very much for pal now, even as he stands still, nothing but a lipless sneer. books, beakers, one jar of hope orbs crashes against the ward and cracks, some of the little lights bleeding out.]
There's- [this time a beaker crashes and breaks into pieces, and those sharp pieces get thrown.] -a ritual, for banishing. There are two ways to do it, both involve blood. Give me your scalpel.
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pal's arm gets a squeeze before he's rushed to the desk, flipping open his notes and running through them as calmly and quickly as he can manage.
easier said than done when singed seems to be aiming very much for pal now, even as he stands still, nothing but a lipless sneer. books, beakers, one jar of hope orbs crashes against the ward and cracks, some of the little lights bleeding out.]
There's- [this time a beaker crashes and breaks into pieces, and those sharp pieces get thrown.] -a ritual, for banishing. There are two ways to do it, both involve blood. Give me your scalpel.
[good thing for blood sweat!]