To help with this? Most of them have to do with sensing and controlling living minds, reading thoughts and scrying and such. Perhaps the anti-magic field could suppress it long enough to move into the housing? If it is arcane in any way, it should be rendered inert in the field.
Alright, alright. I just need to work with some tools and some spare material, and I can do the rest.
It's built on the arcane, yes. So that should work. I just need to settle it in the top of the staff so it doesn't have to be touched. I really should have been working on this while it was inert. I'm so foolish.
He is standing outside of Lucien's room, forgetting the implications of the dead having returned in terms of rooming. He is in athleisure wear; loose sweats, slippers, and a t-short in dark colors. A cardigan sweater is over the top. His hair has this strange zigzag 90s headband in it which sweeps everything back and makes the hair fluffier.
He is facing the door. he has his forehead against it and his eyes closed. One hand is supporting himself on the door by his chest. The nails are painted. He is........asleep. Standing up.]
[ buddy ........ did you suffer the introvert's curse of exhausting yourself at a party. lucien will eventually be heading out of the room to come find him (he was specifically told where he was but listen, he's deeply impatient and a little possessive) - opening the door and then scrambling to try and catch him before he just falls flat on his face???? hello???????? ]
Support disappears from him, and he tips quickly forward at Lucien. The crutch darts ahead of him, tumbling over by Lucien inside the room. The feeling of falling startles him awake, but he's groggy, so all he can do is gasp as he tumbles directly into Lucien's front. OOF.
The skin of his face looks a lot better? It's dewy and soft...]
[ he weighs two grapes but lucien only really weighs like. four grapes, so he does kind of have to take a step back, but he can catch him before he goes face first onto the floor. the crutch can fall, that's fine, it will probably survive. ]
I'm supposed to be here ... ? My name is on the door. The door I believe you were sleeping on.
[Viktor at least, once he's tipped over, manages to catch some of himself with one leg. He holds onto Lucien's arms, blinking for a moment...
He looks over his shoulder at the door, blinking several sleepy times again.]
Oh.
[He got to the room....... He didn't think he was going to make it that far actually, but he was stubborn about it. Gently, he rubs one eye socket with his fist, brows together.]
[ he is exhausted after his time with 5 grown men and also shouxue was there ...
look, he's not one to judge anyone for sleep crimes but this doesn't seem like a situation coffee can help. he is not sidon-strong but he was able to lift beauregard by the neck to try and murder her, so I'd say it's reasonable to say he can wind his arms around his waist enough to lift viktor just off his feet to forcibly walk him back towards the bed. ]
Think you'd need a stronger upper than coffee at this point, and drugs are slightly difficult to get here.
[Spa was too relaxing, and he's an introvert. It was bound to end up this way.
He sort of does the equivalent of a squeak and throws his arms around Lucien's shoulders so he doesn't tip them both off balance. It's probably not too hard for Lucien to lift him.]
And who's going to get you coffee? Am I expected to be coffee service? You certainly aren't getting there yourself.
[ his forehead feels so moisturized. lucien is incorrigible as previously noted, so when viktor is close enough he is going to steal a kiss even if he is basically already asleep. he was gone for hours and he missed him like a dog left when you go to work? they were separated for five weeks but he's done with that now.
but after that he'll flop them both into bed with an oof. ]
[The kiss causes him to smile boyishly and stupidly, but genuinely! And also drowsily. Dropping onto the bed gets a surprised whuff of air out of him, and he doesn't let go of Lucien's shoulders and neck.
Relaxation has turned him into a cuddler now that he knows a single affection.]
I was going to get up and get some...
[As if he has been in the bed this whole time and not five seconds before this, sleeping standing up at the door ass.]
I'll bring you back some, too. [This man hasn't moved from where he landed.] You smell really good...
[The smell is probably him. He is smelling really high. Like not weed high, but spa fragrance high. Like lavender, chamomile, and eucalyptus.]
[ lucien is more than used to close quarters and is hardly going to stop him from cuddling. he likes feeling wrapped up in this thing where he can let his guard down around viktor and just sort of enjoy it for what it is. they will probably all die next week so he would like to take his moments where he can. he is aware he is distracting from important science but this feels more important at the moment. besides if viktor tries right now there is a decent chance he blows them all up going asleep at the wheel.
and also he smells like a very fancy bathhouse right now and that is a nice thing. winding a hand under the back of his cardigan and t-shirt, so he can touch skin, kissing his jaw. ]
Think that's you. Developed very fancy tastes all of a sudden, Mr. Viktor.
[They might blow up a little bit... It's probably fine...
His skin is warm and soft, the kind of moisturizing which comes from soaking in a tub. Lucien's hand and kiss make him sigh, and he keeps his arms lazily twined around Lucien's shoulders.
The glove on his right hand is gone; there aren't really any actual nails on the purple hand, but they have been painted to match the other nonetheless. The iridescent lines woven into the strange flesh now shimmer occasionally with a rippling glow of current, like a heartbeat. He keeps both threaded in Lucien's hair, and Lucien can hear and feel in the back of his attuned mind, a primordial arcane hum. Not evil necessarily, but dark, a song from a void full of magical energy, distant.]
Oh. Yes. The spa. Sorry. Is it... too strong...? I can shower.
he gets lost listening to the hum for a while, quiet - it's dark but strangely comforting, like listening to a song you can almost remember. deja vu for a magic he's never experienced. the way they are both marked with something otherworldly, a bit beautiful in the oddity of it. he wonders for a moment if losing the eyes is going to break this connection as well. he will be mundane, and ordinary again, animal and earth-bound instead of cosmic.
he tightens his grip around him, pressing himself closer and shaking his head slightly. ]
[What better way to remain perpetually cosmic in the grand scheme of the universe than to get rid of nine insufferable mages and instead be hiveminded with an Eldritch artifact full of their power and also your boyfriend.
Lucien only has a short period to worry over mediocrity.]
Okay. [Drowsily; Lucien had been hushed for so long.] Didn't... want to get up anyway...
[He fits himself against Lucien like a puzzle piece, warm and comfortable, tightening the circle of his arms a little more.]
I'll show... you the Core... tomorrow? Gonna... need your breasts.
[ sounds great to him. running his hands across viktor's back still - pausing at the rivets in turn as long as it doesn't seem as if it hurts. he's half-asleep himself already, the drowsiness is contagious. if he seems more normal and less horrible personalitywise there is a lot to be said for probably at least consistently sleeping some days. 8 hours of sleep could fix them both.
he laughs under his breath, twisting to get comfortable, tail going to loosely twine itself around viktor's ankle.]
[The fingers make his back arch slightly, but not from pain, something more akin to probably fondling the base of Lucien's tail. Without the brace, none of the skin is irritated anymore.
The screws nestled along his spine are warm from his skin; the bottom is the largest sitting in line with his hips, chipped still where the hammer had cracked it, and as Lucien ascends, each one grows smaller and smaller until they stop near the middle of his back.
Viktor's fingers return the favor idly, feeling the softer hair at the nape of Lucien's neck and the raised nick of scars below along the skin once Lucien has situated better.]
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[It's clear he trails off by how long it takes the rest it blip through.]
What all can your Eyes do again exactly? I might need help getting the core into the housing. I think I'm going to make some kind of staff.
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To help with this? Most of them have to do with sensing and controlling living minds, reading thoughts and scrying and such. Perhaps the anti-magic field could suppress it long enough to move into the housing? If it is arcane in any way, it should be rendered inert in the field.
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It's built on the arcane, yes. So that should work. I just need to settle it in the top of the staff so it doesn't have to be touched. I really should have been working on this while it was inert. I'm so foolish.
[SOMEONE was distracting him.]
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We had other important work ... ?
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Go to your weird little bathroom party, meet me later.
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He is standing outside of Lucien's room, forgetting the implications of the dead having returned in terms of rooming. He is in athleisure wear; loose sweats, slippers, and a t-short in dark colors. A cardigan sweater is over the top. His hair has this strange zigzag 90s headband in it which sweeps everything back and makes the hair fluffier.
He is facing the door. he has his forehead against it and his eyes closed. One hand is supporting himself on the door by his chest. The nails are painted. He is........asleep. Standing up.]
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Support disappears from him, and he tips quickly forward at Lucien. The crutch darts ahead of him, tumbling over by Lucien inside the room. The feeling of falling startles him awake, but he's groggy, so all he can do is gasp as he tumbles directly into Lucien's front. OOF.
The skin of his face looks a lot better? It's dewy and soft...]
Oh. Lu... What are you doing... here?
[Forgot he fell asleep standing at the door.]
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I'm supposed to be here ... ? My name is on the door. The door I believe you were sleeping on.
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He looks over his shoulder at the door, blinking several sleepy times again.]
Oh.
[He got to the room....... He didn't think he was going to make it that far actually, but he was stubborn about it. Gently, he rubs one eye socket with his fist, brows together.]
I fell asleep...? I need some coffee...
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look, he's not one to judge anyone for sleep crimes but this doesn't seem like a situation coffee can help. he is not sidon-strong but he was able to lift beauregard by the neck to try and murder her, so I'd say it's reasonable to say he can wind his arms around his waist enough to lift viktor just off his feet to forcibly walk him back towards the bed. ]
Think you'd need a stronger upper than coffee at this point, and drugs are slightly difficult to get here.
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He sort of does the equivalent of a squeak and throws his arms around Lucien's shoulders so he doesn't tip them both off balance. It's probably not too hard for Lucien to lift him.]
Was just resting my eyes... Coffee is fine...
[His forehead goes thunk gently on Lucien's own.]
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[ his forehead feels so moisturized. lucien is incorrigible as previously noted, so when viktor is close enough he is going to steal a kiss even if he is basically already asleep. he was gone for hours and he missed him like a dog left when you go to work? they were separated for five weeks but he's done with that now.
but after that he'll flop them both into bed with an oof. ]
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Relaxation has turned him into a cuddler now that he knows a single affection.]
I was going to get up and get some...
[As if he has been in the bed this whole time and not five seconds before this, sleeping standing up at the door ass.]
I'll bring you back some, too. [This man hasn't moved from where he landed.] You smell really good...
[The smell is probably him. He is smelling really high. Like not weed high, but spa fragrance high. Like lavender, chamomile, and eucalyptus.]
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and also he smells like a very fancy bathhouse right now and that is a nice thing. winding a hand under the back of his cardigan and t-shirt, so he can touch skin, kissing his jaw. ]
Think that's you. Developed very fancy tastes all of a sudden, Mr. Viktor.
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His skin is warm and soft, the kind of moisturizing which comes from soaking in a tub. Lucien's hand and kiss make him sigh, and he keeps his arms lazily twined around Lucien's shoulders.
The glove on his right hand is gone; there aren't really any actual nails on the purple hand, but they have been painted to match the other nonetheless. The iridescent lines woven into the strange flesh now shimmer occasionally with a rippling glow of current, like a heartbeat. He keeps both threaded in Lucien's hair, and Lucien can hear and feel in the back of his attuned mind, a primordial arcane hum. Not evil necessarily, but dark, a song from a void full of magical energy, distant.]
Oh. Yes. The spa. Sorry. Is it... too strong...? I can shower.
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he gets lost listening to the hum for a while, quiet - it's dark but strangely comforting, like listening to a song you can almost remember. deja vu for a magic he's never experienced. the way they are both marked with something otherworldly, a bit beautiful in the oddity of it. he wonders for a moment if losing the eyes is going to break this connection as well. he will be mundane, and ordinary again, animal and earth-bound instead of cosmic.
he tightens his grip around him, pressing himself closer and shaking his head slightly. ]
Don't go anywhere.
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Lucien only has a short period to worry over mediocrity.]
Okay. [Drowsily; Lucien had been hushed for so long.] Didn't... want to get up anyway...
[He fits himself against Lucien like a puzzle piece, warm and comfortable, tightening the circle of his arms a little more.]
I'll show... you the Core... tomorrow? Gonna... need your breasts.
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he laughs under his breath, twisting to get comfortable, tail going to loosely twine itself around viktor's ankle.]
'Course you do, 'course you do.
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The screws nestled along his spine are warm from his skin; the bottom is the largest sitting in line with his hips, chipped still where the hammer had cracked it, and as Lucien ascends, each one grows smaller and smaller until they stop near the middle of his back.
Viktor's fingers return the favor idly, feeling the softer hair at the nape of Lucien's neck and the raised nick of scars below along the skin once Lucien has situated better.]
Goodnight, Lu...