[that has viktor giving a short bark of a laugh, though rio's frills fan out in appreciation.] She is, I'll give the proper introductions when we have the time for it.
[the movement of the butterfly sends orbs twirling in the air, almost as enchanting a sight as the butterfly itself and far less dangerous. still viktor keeps his head down so not to tempt fate, that particular fate seems to involve claws because the scrambling of them on the hard stone around practically echoes like the howls do.
which honestly is incredibly irritating, the timing and his own unintentional involvement with this. he needs to find some sort of way to suppress his cough or afford incense for when he's out on walks as well, it's one thing to put himself in danger but this is the second time someone else has been caught up in it.
he at least tosses the rag down, maybe that would give whatever it is pause to inspect that spot, cloth shining with paleblood in the night.]
I figured I could just sleep at the lab, which I part of why I found it so- [right, boys. time to focus. viktor glances to palamedes in concern, ready to tell him to just get out of here. he does not consider himself the heroic type by any means but it's only logical, the beast would catch him first which sould give pal the chance to get away at the very least.
but instead pal's doing magic, which still gives him a little thrill to see. it's not unlike the shielding they put in the atlus gauntlets for cave ins, and it's only thanks to rio moving him along that he doesn't stop there to just watch and consider the uses of warding here. could they replicate it with lunar energy and blood magic, for defensive use in an item for hunters?
again, priorities. at least the beast showing up shocks some sense into him, and at least it does seem to be more interested in sniffing the bloody rag left behind.] Y-yes, let's. Here-
[thankfully they really aren't far off, a few more turns and viktor's stopping them at a door and pulling out a key. it's a massive old building with faded signs, very clearly once a storage area for large shipments brought through the canals. a single eye of a smiling woman mascot is the most that really shows from the side of the wall, staring down at them with a faded and distorted smile.
inside it's a little more comfortable at least. empty, huge and empty, but viktor's scrapped together some lights to give the place a soft glow and the main desk plenty of illumination. several tables sit around, holding various scrap, some of it clearly in the beginnings of a project of some sort and others just there. a cot sits in a far corner, a lumpy couch against another wall and a row of counters with a bunsen burner serving the only cookware, a dented pot and an old kettle.
basically very clear that viktor's priorities are Science over personal comforts and homey touches. with a sigh he shuts and locks the door behind them.] My apologies, I- hm, my lungs have been an issue even before I got here. Now they come with the added danger of occasionally attracting monsters.
[exceptionally dry. seriously, was the terminal disease part not enough? still he does feel genuinely bad about putting pal in any sort of danger.]
no subject
[the movement of the butterfly sends orbs twirling in the air, almost as enchanting a sight as the butterfly itself and far less dangerous. still viktor keeps his head down so not to tempt fate, that particular fate seems to involve claws because the scrambling of them on the hard stone around practically echoes like the howls do.
which honestly is incredibly irritating, the timing and his own unintentional involvement with this. he needs to find some sort of way to suppress his cough or afford incense for when he's out on walks as well, it's one thing to put himself in danger but this is the second time someone else has been caught up in it.
he at least tosses the rag down, maybe that would give whatever it is pause to inspect that spot, cloth shining with paleblood in the night.]
I figured I could just sleep at the lab, which I part of why I found it so- [right, boys. time to focus. viktor glances to palamedes in concern, ready to tell him to just get out of here. he does not consider himself the heroic type by any means but it's only logical, the beast would catch him first which sould give pal the chance to get away at the very least.
but instead pal's doing magic, which still gives him a little thrill to see. it's not unlike the shielding they put in the atlus gauntlets for cave ins, and it's only thanks to rio moving him along that he doesn't stop there to just watch and consider the uses of warding here. could they replicate it with lunar energy and blood magic, for defensive use in an item for hunters?
again, priorities. at least the beast showing up shocks some sense into him, and at least it does seem to be more interested in sniffing the bloody rag left behind.] Y-yes, let's. Here-
[thankfully they really aren't far off, a few more turns and viktor's stopping them at a door and pulling out a key. it's a massive old building with faded signs, very clearly once a storage area for large shipments brought through the canals. a single eye of a smiling woman mascot is the most that really shows from the side of the wall, staring down at them with a faded and distorted smile.
inside it's a little more comfortable at least. empty, huge and empty, but viktor's scrapped together some lights to give the place a soft glow and the main desk plenty of illumination. several tables sit around, holding various scrap, some of it clearly in the beginnings of a project of some sort and others just there. a cot sits in a far corner, a lumpy couch against another wall and a row of counters with a bunsen burner serving the only cookware, a dented pot and an old kettle.
basically very clear that viktor's priorities are Science over personal comforts and homey touches. with a sigh he shuts and locks the door behind them.] My apologies, I- hm, my lungs have been an issue even before I got here. Now they come with the added danger of occasionally attracting monsters.
[exceptionally dry. seriously, was the terminal disease part not enough? still he does feel genuinely bad about putting pal in any sort of danger.]