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[centile]

Who: Mob, Viktor and others
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: in thread headers

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[mehanizovati]

I look forward to it. [here he is on the edge of his seat to hear hypocrisy. oh, doesn't like the coughing though, have a squeeze when pal takes his hand. fucking trench food poisoning.

the first point gets a soft snort, one that's a proper bark of a laugh at the second. he leans over, lips to pal's temple.

anyway.] Fine. Being sick gives you an edge there. [like he'd say no otherwise, he can be stubborn but given the bond he can't exactly argue with pal on these things. kind of freeing.

the rest has him settling back a bit.] I'll show you later, but there were oddities when under the microscope. A black film and a vivid red I can't quite pin down. The black substance lifted when oil from those mushrooms Nevermind wanted was applied, but the red remained.

[megatheorem]

[Ah, he is so spoiled, as always this will only encourage him to keep doing more of the same.]

I'll endeavor to be less sick. For the early weekend.

[And so he doesn't have to roll around in his misery for the next x days, but still. The weekend. The vacation... sublime.]

We're getting into holistic mushroom medicine territory, are we? I miss when I could solve any problem with enough time to think about it and a few spare pieces of flesh. [necromancers only have the one solution to all their problems, so,] This red— not just blood?

[mehanizovati]

And so you do not float away on me. [or something equally magic nonsense, really. ah, darkblood.

vacation is something to look forward to that isn't bullshit at least, which he's pretty sure he hasn't taken in, hm, ever. the power of having a whole life outside work, wild right.]

Eh, less holistic and more unexplained old magics, as far as I can tell, though you're close. Think of it this way, now the spare pieces of flesh have been swapped for blood. Always blood. [sick of it, really!] Not blood, at least the makeup is nothing like it. If I had to guess I would pin it firmly under 'magic bullshit.'

[megatheorem]

You'd think I'd be an expert in not floating away by now.

[Are they not all Total Experts in blood powers. Sheesh, who wouldn't be after this long. Anyway, his pound of flesh... give it back, Trench, please.]

It's always blood, but this time, it's not blood? I'm going to need a new red pen for this round of magic bullshit. Once I can stay grounded, I'd like to have a look at it. I promise not to sneeze on your work table.