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[satisficing]

[May or may not pluck out the next smaller piece of metal a tad more aggressively than any of the other ones........

He has to keep pausing!! He presses a few fingers into Lucien's back to try to keep it from moving around while he figures out what is a damn piece of metal and what's a piece of tattoo.

Lucien is so lucky he carries on through the hell yeah without making fun of it.]

Yes, she said I-- [thinking] --roared and tackled someone? Completely in character for me.

[His brows furrow as he works.]

America? No. By the sounds of it, it may be a worse place than the Undercity.

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Oi--

[he hisses and jumps when he digs in in vengeance, tail lashing hard enough to whack him as he tries to work. it's all tattoos and blood and split skin, and he isn't doing his best to hold still either, shifting from foot to foot or flexing his shoulders as if it will relieve the pain. the eye in the pyramid at the top of his spine seems to stare back at viktor. the talking helps, at least he's distracted. ]

To be entirely fair, the porridge situation warranted it. [ he was also incensed by the food. ] It was worse than any armpit of hell I've ever slithered into, and there's a been a damned myriad of those. Point is, they wanted us to ... I don't know. Kill some rich fuck who was giving them problems. What's new, I suppose. He was raising the dead.

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[..........Puts the towel over that eyeball before he caves into the urge of stabbing it with the multi-tool. Don't look at him.]

Just let me get these last few pieces out, and I'll rinse your hair.

[He will not tell Lucien to be still because a) Lucien will disobey, he's learned, and b) it won't work anyway.]

Your story grows more and more fantastical and unbelievable as you tell it, you know. Raising the dead?

[JUST TALK WHILE HE PULLS OUT THESE LAST FEW PIECES.]

[tombtaker]

[ he can ignore the pain as long as he's got something to get done - wouldn't be much of a blood hunter if he couldn't ignore a little injury - but now that he's not in immediate danger, yeah, he's dramatic about it. ]

Have you ever questioned the logic of a dream while you were in it? [ it made perfect sense at the time, like most dream things do. he pauses, because he hears those words come out of his mouth, apparently has to have a Moment about it - there's almost something of a laugh - and then pushes it back down. time for that later! ] Not true resurrection. Common necromancy. Shambling corpses and the like. They had-- Familiar faces.

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[He pauses again for the upteenth time, but it's to slowly look up over Lucien's shoulder to Lucien in the mirror.]

Familiar faces of people you know, or familiar faces of people here...?

[He picks out what he is praying is the final piece of metal. Molly, you really did a fucking number on the back with the tattoo, my dude. He reluctantly gets the towel so he can dab at the back while standing there and looking at the whole of it nosily.

HE'S LISTENING.]

[tombtaker]

[ the question i've always had is how in the sweet fuck did molly afford all of these. tattoos aren't cheap. there are so many. he was only alive two years. insane.

speaking of insane, lucien in the mirror is staring at lucien too, tentatively pulling at the claw marks on his face. they do seem to align to about the width of his hand, and the angle pulls down and towards himself. he has rather sharp claws. ]

The only faces I ever dream about. Mine. And hers. I'd dream of new ones if I could, but they're in me like a splinter. Fetid and bloated, nothing but decay. I can't purge the rot.

[ hell yeah. ]

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[used lucien's canonly nice purple dick to get what he wanted]

...

[Lucien, it's Thursday, now is not the time to have a hundredth mental break, someone is gonna be dead later!! Viktor reaches around to gently push the hand away.]

Don't pick at it, please. You'll have to rinse the hair in the sink. You'll bleed out faster than you already are if you use the shower. We won't even make it to the medbay.

Head down.

[Pockets the multi-tool and pops the gross towel over one shoulder. Eyeballing that stupid pyramid eyeball.]

So the undead had your and your friend's faces. Then what? The... necromancer? Did you get him?

[tombtaker]

[ microdosing mental breakdowns for health and profit. someone is gonna be dead and now I'm pointing a gun at you.

He ........ does as he's told. ducking his head so he can run it under the skin. ]

Aye. He's dead. Everyone wins and we all go home to sleep soundly with a job well done.

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[STOP?

Amazing how obedient Lucien can be when his hair is on the line. He's never had to wash the head of someone with massive horns he realizes.

He scoops some water over the back, then pushes the fingers of both hands up through Lucien's scalp to gently scrub. He fingers some of the strands, inquisitively looking at the green, trying to see if it's coming out.

Muttering to himself:] I wonder if the nanites malfunctioned... Are they integrated enough to control the brain and how outside stimuli are received...? [Forgot he might get jumpscared by an eye.]

If it was an illusion, you're safe now. Um, relatively. It is the day before a jump. But I'm real, so you're real. We're on the ship.

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So even my blood now is trying destroy my mind? Wonderful news.

[ sometimes you are just vain, man ............ also yeah there is a totally an eye under there.

the green does start to come out, it's not permanent. can you fucking imagine. he does sort of laugh at being called safe, because. sure. why not. ]

Certain about that?

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[He really fucking jumps in the shoulders when this eye just appears out of the damn hair. He looks up into the mirror at himself like 🧍‍♂️. Maybe he can alter the medbay pod to get rid of all these fucking eyes on Lucien!!! Suck the whole Somnoven right out!

As best he can, he tries to go around the eye while scrubbing. He pulls the hair gently through his fingers to try squeezing as much of the green out as he can.]

I'm trying my best here. At least meet me half way. Whatever spacial anomaly occurred to you all, it was only that. It was messing with you, and it knew how. You're back and that's what matters.

Look on the bright side: the puke green is coming out of your hair.

[tombtaker]

[ listen if something as simple healing could eject them they’d be long gone. not even death dissuaded them. but hey, bright side is they’re offering non-monetary payment for completing this job …

he does actually laugh at that, glancing up and pulling a face. ]

There is that. Not my color.

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You do seem more like a purple sort of person, yeah.

[He draws his hands away so he can hobble to get another towel besides the bloody one.] After you heal a little from the medbay bed, you can come back and actually wash your hair with shampoo. The rest of it should come out. [Dropping the towel on top of Lucien's head without handing it over.]

I think I got all of the metal out, but you might want to check after to make sure.

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Alright.

[ he kind of misses the head massage that was happening, it was nice. the towel looks very silly hanging on his horns, but he just rubs it in to try and dry off a bit before lifting it off his face. ]

I'm back. You're real. I'm real. Right?

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[While Lucien laments the vanished massage and dries off, he retrieves his crutch before coming back.]

Right.

[He reaches up to give the not hurt side of Lucien's face a familiar pat. He tries not to smirk, but he's failing.]

Well, you still look pretty good for someone who looks like shit at least.

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[ his nose crinkles when he’s pat, plastering on a face of objection to this treatment, but he can’t stop the smirk either. ]

Incorrigible flirt.

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[He gives a confused little shrug with his hand.]

Me? I just figured it would be something you'd want to hear.

[LUCIEN IS SO VAIN.]

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[ lucien (bleeding, insane, bad dye job, delusional: ]

Sure, sure.

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[DON'T SHOOT MEEEE

Lucien is a fucking train wreck.]

Ready for the medbay yet? I can check to see who is still inside.

[tombtaker]

[ i can't believe i was fucking right I hate it here ]

Fine. Go first.

[ rude ... ]

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[🥺🥺

LUCIEN IS TAKING THE AGGRESSION OUT ON VIKTOR. He goes first because he offered.

He picks up Lucien's jacket also because he is always thinking of Lucien since he is so vain 🥺...]

Keep up.

[This is a shitty joke because he is already slow because his leg is bad. To the medbay.]

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[ he’ll follow along, making a huff like he is struggling to keep up to play along with the joke. just two guys walking down the hallway after spending a long time in the bathroom together because theyre not gay]

Always rushing me .:.

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[He really shoots an exasperate look back at the huffing and puffing. DON'T MAKE FUN OF HIM, HE MIGHT BE DEAD LATER.

He slows down as he gets to the medbay so he can sidle up and open the door for only him, peering in. People would just think he was coming in if they are in there. BUT LO, PC powers that be say it is empty.]

All clear actually. Come on.

[tombtaker]

[ he will continue to tease him to the grave and beyond, there is no escape from it. it's cute if he thinks death is enough to stop this.

ruining any objective of stealth anyway by just leaning in to peer in the door next to him. also this is how I find out viktor is taller than lucien. I'm terrified. anyway he'll slide in after him, going over to peer suspiciously at the pod. ]

Don't trust these things.

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[points at eyes points at you YOU go fuck yourself

also hilariously, they are probably the same height which is so fucking funny but i goofed not thinking the 5'8" was arcane official IT'S FINE they continue to be the same person regardless DON'T JUST LEAN IN YOU ANNOYING SHITHEAD]

I looked over them while I spoke with Io. They're fine.

[YOU HAVE NINE EYEBALLS ON YOUR BODY AND YOU DRAW THE LINE AT HEALING PODS? He puts the jacket down so he can open one of the pods.]

Just lie inside. Are you claustrophobic at all?