Some doctor's working on an operation or something. I think it's worked on some? [he shrugs, a distant look flickering in his eyes.] Was kind of too occupied to get the deets.
You don't have to tell me-- it isn't as if my priorities didn't change.
When I first arrived and heard what happened from Beau, before she died, I was only going to try and somehow destroy Lucien or Nonagon or whatever his name is. So he couldn't hurt them or go after them anymore. My life wasn't exactly important.
What I want hasn't changed. It's just that I wasn't really being honest back then.
[even if "power" wasn't exactly a lie, either.
he listens, and while he won't pretend he grasps molly's situation, there's some understanding in his expression, at least—the idea of not wanting something that's "you" in some vein to be used to hurt the people around you.]
... You're an idiot. But... I can kind of get it. Probably a little different, but I've been possessed before. Wasn't fun. [...] So, what're your priorities now?
Anyway, White seems to understand enough! Though Molly is something of the one doing the possession if we're all being honest about it. but he's the much nicer one!]
Beat that things head in with the golf club and somehow, I don't know how, harness that wish power to bring my two friends back to life, make sure no one else here makes any stupid decisions about going back to the fucking horrible places they're from, and then I suppose maybe also go back to living myself. Hopefully.
... You can have mine, if you want. I've got no attachment to it, and it's not like I haven't taken a bunch of sharp and pointy objects here to use anyway.
[and if it does end up becoming a fight... well, molly deserves it.]
This really is turning into an envy indulgence, because I have to say no. I won't take your weapon from you - shite, you're probably going to need that! I'm just giving you guff.
I know you can! I've seen you try and fight almost everything here.
[teasing,]
I don't technically need a sword at all either. My blood works on anything. Tried it on a bedpost once. Hells, could make that club even more useful, but all of my powers aren't working. So I'm stuck with the basics.
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[it is not an allergy]
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Seems like a pretty severe allergy. Knew a man like that with nuts. And without the burning.
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So just. No sun? Ever?
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Not until I become fully human again, nope! Lucky for me we're all in space or whatever.
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[Hm! Well.]
With any luck, you're working on it then?
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It isn't-- your wish? I know you said it was for power.
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[...]
No. My wish's... something else.
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When I first arrived and heard what happened from Beau, before she died, I was only going to try and somehow destroy Lucien or Nonagon or whatever his name is. So he couldn't hurt them or go after them anymore. My life wasn't exactly important.
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[even if "power" wasn't exactly a lie, either.
he listens, and while he won't pretend he grasps molly's situation, there's some understanding in his expression, at least—the idea of not wanting something that's "you" in some vein to be used to hurt the people around you.]
... You're an idiot. But... I can kind of get it. Probably a little different, but I've been possessed before. Wasn't fun. [...] So, what're your priorities now?
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[The being an idiot part.
Anyway, White seems to understand enough! Though Molly is something of the one doing the possession if we're all being honest about it. but he's the much nicer one!]
Beat that things head in with the golf club and somehow, I don't know how, harness that wish power to bring my two friends back to life, make sure no one else here makes any stupid decisions about going back to the fucking horrible places they're from, and then I suppose maybe also go back to living myself. Hopefully.
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he just lets out something that sounds like a quiet laugh.]
You really like that golf club, huh? But that's a priority I can get behind.
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What! Don't tell me that now! Could have just had an extra sword. Instead I got Caleb's cat. It's not even my cat!
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... You can have mine, if you want. I've got no attachment to it, and it's not like I haven't taken a bunch of sharp and pointy objects here to use anyway.
[and if it does end up becoming a fight... well, molly deserves it.]
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This really is turning into an envy indulgence, because I have to say no. I won't take your weapon from you - shite, you're probably going to need that! I'm just giving you guff.
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[teasing,]
I don't technically need a sword at all either. My blood works on anything. Tried it on a bedpost once. Hells, could make that club even more useful, but all of my powers aren't working. So I'm stuck with the basics.
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