[The sight of the necromantic souvenirs, stained in their natural state and some glimmering in the dim light as if they were phosphorescent mushrooms in the wilderness, sent a chill down his spine. Stealing a breath, Oscar moved quickly. Time was of the essence here, as with any break-and-entry, and he reached for the most stand-out among the collection:
The slender, glowing wand of eldritch pthumerian bone.
He moved with an odd steadiness to his hands despite the unease that crept up in the back of his mind. With his paleblood senses sending him alarm signals in the form of needles of pain gnawing behind his ears and at the base of his neck that threatened to become more, Oscar swiftly made to wrap it up in a handkercheif.
What would Dipper do?
Dipper would not touch it until he had figured out more of it's secrets.
Perhaps this was time to slip out from the premises and sneak over to the Bone Fortress. If Dipper didn't have an answer, Ford surely would.]
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The slender, glowing wand of eldritch pthumerian bone.
He moved with an odd steadiness to his hands despite the unease that crept up in the back of his mind. With his paleblood senses sending him alarm signals in the form of needles of pain gnawing behind his ears and at the base of his neck that threatened to become more, Oscar swiftly made to wrap it up in a handkercheif.
What would Dipper do?
Dipper would not touch it until he had figured out more of it's secrets.
Perhaps this was time to slip out from the premises and sneak over to the Bone Fortress. If Dipper didn't have an answer, Ford surely would.]