15 . JOHNUARY

[necrolord]

Who: John Gaius and company.
What: All around him, John's friends and loved ones begin to shed their skins. Also: Riteoir.
When: January
Where: Gaze and the new city.

Content Warnings: Tagged in headers as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[bolstafir]

[Unpleasant, sure, but he's heard worse. Hell, he's seen worse in Trench alone, what with the time that girl chopped herself to bits with a chainsaw and he and Ozpin were forced to clean it up.

He answers, from the other side of the door:]

If I had to guess, that's probably why they did it. Apparently gods love puns. Who knew.

[necrolord]

[ He coughs a clumsy little laugh, at that. ]

There they go stealing my bit again.

[ It's subsided for the moment, but not for long; he'll know it's finished when he regains clarity on what the hell's happening inside of him. Right now it's an ugly foreign muddle, which is more upsetting than he'd like to admit. It feels a little like going blind. ]

You met the guy yet? Dead Willy Wonka made of hands? [ Normal. ]

[bolstafir]

Yikes.

[That's a hell of a description, and Qrow hadn't even realized this curse came with an eldritch visitation of sorts.]

And here I thought the cursed chocolate just appears in your house or something. Can't tell if some creepy pthumerian showing up instead is better or worse.

[He has missed out on this particular curse to date; his magical food poisoning came from Madame Generosity's party, some time back, and the previous year Doorway saw fit to slam him with the fire curse twice, so he was, ah. Busy.]

[necrolord]

Worse. They have to do the whole 'blood sacrifice' song and dance, really rub it in.

[ It's the hypnosis bullshit that gets him, insult to injury. Better to just get mugged into puking organs; what grates is that they go to the trouble of hijacking his free will, first. ]

[bolstafir]

Brothers, of course they do.

[Ugh. Ugh!!]

So what, is it another 'spill your blood to escape' deal and the chocolate's some kind of twisted...reminder? Reward? Even by Trench standards, that's messed up.

[necrolord]

Reward. They set it up like payment... here, have a truffle, it'll cost a bit of your body. Don't worry, we'll give you plenty of new bits to help.

[ God is being sarcastic in an overwrought green bathroom. And then stopping to puke again. ]

[bolstafir]

How charitable of 'em.

[There's silence for a time, as John retches in the bathroom. Long enough that it could well seem like Qrow has just fucked off and left him to his organ puking. Eventually, though, there's a little clink against the wall. Whenever John comes out of the bathroom, he'll find a plate of saltine crackers and some Trench equivalent to gatorade by the door. It comes with a note: couch's open if you need to crash the night.

So really, he did just fuck off and leave John to his puking, but mostly because it was too awkward to just hang around and wait it out, or like, be seen doing something thoughtful about it. Grosser than puked up organs tbqh.

He makes a point to leave his room through the window, the next morning. Just in case.]