[ well, he does recognize a look of desperation and he can take a context clue from the earlier question. he's ... a little fidgety immediately, picking at a tooth with his claw, trying to appear casual - badly. ]
Friends in the right place at the right time. [ he clicks his tongue because he figures that look means he's going to want more details than that. ] The archmage who killed me didn't make it easy. A cleric gets to you at the right time, when you've gone down but a moment before, it's a simple enough matter. But she'd scattered my soul. Thrown the pieces to the outer planes. So the cleric waited while I was put back together, with some assistance, and when she found my body free, she called me there.
[The bad casual play. This is fine because Viktor is so smart, but so stupid, so he is already too busy thinking and pondering over the information given to him.
Is a cleric a doctor?? Also, NOT THE SOUL SCATTERING!! This is hitting too close to home and making his stomach ascend up through his throat.]
You... [Releases a breath.] That could have taken... who knows how long. That would have been grueling.
How did your body not... Wouldn't it have decomposed?
Two or so years. Not that I had any sense of time.
[ he was intentionally talking around that thing some, and practically sneers when it's brought up, but if it's being asked directly ...]
My other understanding is that this body was on ... let's call it a bit of a walkabout. Something - an aberration, a parasite - had a fine time puppeting it, and then met its end on the Glory Road by Jagentoth blade and that was that. Cree found it not long after. A little time in the ground is nothing to a talented enough practitioner.
[ desperate and unwell is an apt description all around, here. but at least the broken little fragment is gone.
he looks a little confused at the gesture, but after a second he seems to get it - hesitant. he's spent the last weeks since the revival not letting anyone touch him, the noise and sensation too loud, screaming across his senses all the damn time. but it's quieter here.
he isn't sure what exactly viktor wants to fondle here, but he'll hold a hand out - pulling the sleeve of the coat out of the way a bit. picked along the skin are thin, raised cuts, along the top of his arm and the palm of his hand. the scars are partially hidden in the bright colors of a snake tattoo winding its way down his arm through a field of flowers and ending with its head, decorated with a bright red eye, on the back of his hand. ]
[Ah, yes, this is good enough. He hobbles closer, reaching out to brush his fingers over Lucien's arm and down in the palm. To feel the flesh. To make sure it's real, it's not damaged--not in the way of decomposition, or being missing. There is a fevor of focus in his eyes.]
If what you say is true, it's... incredible. To be able to come back and it be whole.
Does it have to be the same body...? Were you... healed from your injuries?
[ he watches him do this with a distant look, clearly off in his own thoughts for the moment. it feels exactly as flesh should, no gathering of blood under the skin or slippage and nothing plainly missing. by all appearances, perfectly whole and alive as it should be. at least the parts he can see. the hand flexes when its touched, almost involuntarily.
that said he doesn't exactly look like the picture of vitality right now - his skin is paler than it should be and drawn tight, heavy bags under his eyes from this up close, but nothing sleep and food couldn't fix. he doesn't seem to notice when he's addressed for the first few seconds, and then blinks and shakes his head. `its always been you and me, lu.` ]
Questions for the cleric. She's the one with the ritual. I was healed entirely - but stitching flesh and binding blood is an easier job than catching a soul from the immaterial and returning it to its appointed place. It's an exceedingly rare few who can do that.
It's fine. His own body is in terrible shape, so he does not think to judge the lingering effects of recently being slapped back inside your corpse after your soul was exploded.]
I see.
[Where the fck is the cleric?! He has questions!! He's still looking at Lucien's arm, studiously and clinically. The little things are curious in the back of his mind: the cuts, the tattoo. But he's thinking about the bigger picture right this second.
After a moment, he leans down on the top of the crutch under his arm and raises his right hand up on the other side of Lucien's hand. It's got a glove on! Hesitantly, Viktor removes the glove.
he'll wait while he's examined, watching him back - the longer the studying goes on, the more antsy to move he seems to become. but he'll wait as viktor reveals his hand, keeping his own next to it. ]
Well. [ there's a lilt in his tone. ] That doesn't look good.
[If the hand pains him at all, Viktor doesn't really show it. He curls and uncurls the fingers. There's a iridescent sort of sheen between some of the mottled purple, almost as if it should be glowing.
With an air of shame? embarrassment? he puts the glove on again.]
Just be careful what kind of ancient arcane magic you dig into. It will always make you pay a price.
pulling his hand back too, shoving them both deep into the pockets of his coat.]
I feel as if you owe me a story later. But I'll give you some time on your lovely beach. For now [ he winks at him. ] keep in touch, and we'll see about pulling a favor with a cleric friend ... ?
[ then he's turning and heading out, tail swaying back and forth like an agitated cat. ]
[HELP. Don't dismiss the malady of being purple. (looks at lucien's everything)
It is weird being winked at conspiratorially in jest when he can tell there is a sliver of a tension not jesting at all in how Lucien spoke to him. He probably does owe Lucien a story considering.]
Alright...
[Watching that whipping tail as Lucien leaves. Hm.]
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[ wow. ]
I was caught in an underhanded trap and murdered by a duplicitous bitch for my relic. Sometime later, I was resurrected. Few weeks ago now.
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Resur...rected? But... how? How did you do it? How did it happen?
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Friends in the right place at the right time. [ he clicks his tongue because he figures that look means he's going to want more details than that. ] The archmage who killed me didn't make it easy. A cleric gets to you at the right time, when you've gone down but a moment before, it's a simple enough matter. But she'd scattered my soul. Thrown the pieces to the outer planes. So the cleric waited while I was put back together, with some assistance, and when she found my body free, she called me there.
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Is a cleric a doctor?? Also, NOT THE SOUL SCATTERING!! This is hitting too close to home and making his stomach ascend up through his throat.]
You... [Releases a breath.] That could have taken... who knows how long. That would have been grueling.
How did your body not... Wouldn't it have decomposed?
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[ he was intentionally talking around that thing some, and practically sneers when it's brought up, but if it's being asked directly ...]
My other understanding is that this body was on ... let's call it a bit of a walkabout. Something - an aberration, a parasite - had a fine time puppeting it, and then met its end on the Glory Road by Jagentoth blade and that was that. Cree found it not long after. A little time in the ground is nothing to a talented enough practitioner.
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He does not say anything for a moment or two, frowning, thinking. Then:]
Do you mind if I...?
[He reaches up and makes a motion with his left hand gently in Lucien's direction, as if asking... to... touch? Just two bros touching on a beach.]
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he looks a little confused at the gesture, but after a second he seems to get it - hesitant. he's spent the last weeks since the revival not letting anyone touch him, the noise and sensation too loud, screaming across his senses all the damn time. but it's quieter here.
he isn't sure what exactly viktor wants to fondle here, but he'll hold a hand out - pulling the sleeve of the coat out of the way a bit. picked along the skin are thin, raised cuts, along the top of his arm and the palm of his hand. the scars are partially hidden in the bright colors of a snake tattoo winding its way down his arm through a field of flowers and ending with its head, decorated with a bright red eye, on the back of his hand. ]
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If what you say is true, it's... incredible. To be able to come back and it be whole.
Does it have to be the same body...? Were you... healed from your injuries?
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that said he doesn't exactly look like the picture of vitality right now - his skin is paler than it should be and drawn tight, heavy bags under his eyes from this up close, but nothing sleep and food couldn't fix. he doesn't seem to notice when he's addressed for the first few seconds, and then blinks and shakes his head. `its always been you and me, lu.` ]
Questions for the cleric. She's the one with the ritual. I was healed entirely - but stitching flesh and binding blood is an easier job than catching a soul from the immaterial and returning it to its appointed place. It's an exceedingly rare few who can do that.
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It's fine. His own body is in terrible shape, so he does not think to judge the lingering effects of recently being slapped back inside your corpse after your soul was exploded.]
I see.
[Where the fck is the cleric?! He has questions!! He's still looking at Lucien's arm, studiously and clinically. The little things are curious in the back of his mind: the cuts, the tattoo. But he's thinking about the bigger picture right this second.
After a moment, he leans down on the top of the crutch under his arm and raises his right hand up on the other side of Lucien's hand. It's got a glove on! Hesitantly, Viktor removes the glove.
He has a purple hand, too! :)]
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he'll wait while he's examined, watching him back - the longer the studying goes on, the more antsy to move he seems to become. but he'll wait as viktor reveals his hand, keeping his own next to it. ]
Well. [ there's a lilt in his tone. ] That doesn't look good.
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With an air of shame? embarrassment? he puts the glove on again.]
Just be careful what kind of ancient arcane magic you dig into. It will always make you pay a price.
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[ to be fair, he is already purple.
pulling his hand back too, shoving them both deep into the pockets of his coat.]
I feel as if you owe me a story later. But I'll give you some time on your lovely beach. For now [ he winks at him. ] keep in touch, and we'll see about pulling a favor with a cleric friend ... ?
[ then he's turning and heading out, tail swaying back and forth like an agitated cat. ]
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It is weird being winked at conspiratorially in jest when he can tell there is a sliver of a tension not jesting at all in how Lucien spoke to him. He probably does owe Lucien a story considering.]
Alright...
[Watching that whipping tail as Lucien leaves. Hm.]