she gives him an amused look, but. oh, also, she got stabbed. she's bleeding out the shoulder sluggishly. sorry you missed this while you were asleep, becks.]
Well, Astarion's got that covered. Uh - basically I've found that wherever we are it isn't Faerun? And nobody has even heard of Baldur's Gate.
[ the way that appeared right as i made this post. yes for the sake of this, gale is in his normal clothes.
and also has a cat scratch mark right across his face. just giving the blankets and pillows a glance, but he doesn't seem that bothered by it. ]
Just try and leave people's personal belongings where they belong is all I ask.
[ steal from the buildings all you want he doesn't give a hoot really. ]
Ah, yes, it's a relief to be back in proper clothes. As for Tara, I imagine she's a bit peeved at me, but will calm down soon enough. She's flitted off somewhere to sulk on some rooftop I expect. As for not being in Faerun, that is also my conclusion, though I will point out that Baldur's Gate is not the center of the world.
[ i get a good night's sleep and karlach gets stabbed.
this is funny, actually. ]
I see you've been having a good time. [ stabbing is a good time, probably. if you're on the other end of it. ]
Yes, the cult robes were washing me out. [ we love normal clothes. ] I'm assuming the item in the box matches up to what was mentioned on those sheets of paper with our names on.
Eh. A little guy with a big attitude attacked me first thing. Kind of reminded me of you, if we're being honest.
[smiles sweetly at astarion
anyway. she's probably not wearing her clothes because she doesn't want to feed the box blood. it is also possible she doesn't know how to open it. she holds it out to the both of them.]
First off, yes it is. [re: baldur's gate] Second off, how'd you open yours?
[also she doesn't want to hear that from you astarion you tackled her to the ground with a knife to her throat the first time she met you]
Okay, well, do whatever it is you did to open mine. I want my clothes. [rattles her box. it makes a noise that sounds like leather but also. squelching... squelching noises?]
You just gave the box your blood? [... okay, no, that tracks. neither of you are responsible about blood or handing over bodily fluids to things that could thanos snap you so--
she stares down at it, and then sighs, thumbing at the wound and then sliding the blood across the box! it pops open.
there are her clothes! and a heart. yes, a real, squishy, flesh heart.
[ okay, well he's opening his mouth to make a question about what Astarion has just said there, because that is actually raising quite a few concerns, but then this happens and he is stunned into silence ]
... Might I suggest we should take some action to make sure it is preserved until we have an understanding of what exactly is happening? The Mortuary perhaps?
she's just like stuck staring for a very long moment, and then she seems to reboot, shaking her hands out. she crouches down and pulls her clothes out of the box, and then. closes it. no thank you! she doesn't want to look at that anymore!]
Right. Right, yeah, no, you're right. Let's find somewhere to keep it? I mean - it's not.
[she pounds her fist against her chest. thud, thud, metal sound. her engine's glowing like normal! that one is there.]
Perhaps we should not embalm it-- It will be cold in the basement underground, or at least colder than out here. That will have to do until we can either obtain some ice, or I have my magic restored and can aide in a less mundane way.
[ that's fair. he would also prefer the box be closed. flesh heart ... ]
How in the hell did they manage to get into the Hells to take back a single heart, is what I want to know.
[ LIKE.
THIS IS CONCERNING. ok yes there's a kidnapping, gale can't wave his magic hands around and cast fireball and none of them can have brain to brain communcation, but this is what's tipping him over the edge. ]
I wouldn't recommend dunking it in the disgusting lake water with all those leeches to cool it down either. [ ... help. the HEART. ]
We are not putting my old heart in the nasty swamp water! Hags live in there!
[probably!!!
she holds the box closer to her chest. she does not know this but i will tell you right now it is not preserved, magically, help. and then:]
... The process of putting this one in wasn't fun, so I don't really want to re-create the process, Gale. [she says, expression sour.] I don't know how it got here. I'm not even sure it's actually mine, like I know what it looked like. Could be any old heart that they put in my box to be funny.
[this seems like a funny prank a devil would play, tbh]
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so many blankets and pillows for some reason. like so many of them.
:) ]
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she gives him an amused look, but. oh, also, she got stabbed. she's bleeding out the shoulder sluggishly. sorry you missed this while you were asleep, becks.]
Well, Astarion's got that covered. Uh - basically I've found that wherever we are it isn't Faerun? And nobody has even heard of Baldur's Gate.
Did you guys find your box in the swamp?
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and also has a cat scratch mark right across his face. just giving the blankets and pillows a glance, but he doesn't seem that bothered by it. ]
Just try and leave people's personal belongings where they belong is all I ask.
[ steal from the buildings all you want he doesn't give a hoot really. ]
Ah, yes, it's a relief to be back in proper clothes. As for Tara, I imagine she's a bit peeved at me, but will calm down soon enough. She's flitted off somewhere to sulk on some rooftop I expect. As for not being in Faerun, that is also my conclusion, though I will point out that Baldur's Gate is not the center of the world.
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this is funny, actually. ]
I see you've been having a good time. [ stabbing is a good time, probably. if you're on the other end of it. ]
Yes, the cult robes were washing me out. [ we love normal clothes. ] I'm assuming the item in the box matches up to what was mentioned on those sheets of paper with our names on.
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[smiles sweetly at astarion
anyway. she's probably not wearing her clothes because she doesn't want to feed the box blood. it is also possible she doesn't know how to open it. she holds it out to the both of them.]
First off, yes it is. [re: baldur's gate] Second off, how'd you open yours?
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[ looking at the box. ]
Oh, it's a fairly rudimentary Hematological Binding Lock.
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Please, if I was stabbing you, I wouldn't stick around long enough for you to realise it was me.
[ this is the part he takes the most umbrage with. ]
Knife from the refectory. Useless thing, broke when I looked at it too hard. Caught my finger in the process. [ so, yes. he bled on it too. ]
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[also she doesn't want to hear that from you astarion you tackled her to the ground with a knife to her throat the first time she met you]
Okay, well, do whatever it is you did to open mine. I want my clothes. [rattles her box. it makes a noise that sounds like leather but also. squelching... squelching noises?]
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[ oh, right. smaller words. ]
It requires a drop of your blood, I'm afraid.
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[ wow.
but he does wave a hand. ]
What Gale said. You're already bleeding so I doubt it'll be complicated.
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You just gave the box your blood? [... okay, no, that tracks. neither of you are responsible about blood or handing over bodily fluids to things that could thanos snap you so--
she stares down at it, and then sighs, thumbing at the wound and then sliding the blood across the box! it pops open.
there are her clothes! and a heart. yes, a real, squishy, flesh heart.
she drops the box!]
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[ almost ]
Gosh.
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ew. ]
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What the fuck!
[actually, that is very upsetting, because. she thinks... she knows...]
Is that - is --
[is that her heart? signs point to yes!]
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... Might I suggest we should take some action to make sure it is preserved until we have an understanding of what exactly is happening? The Mortuary perhaps?
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...
Unless the mortuary is stocked up on embalming materials it'll need ice.
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she's just like stuck staring for a very long moment, and then she seems to reboot, shaking her hands out. she crouches down and pulls her clothes out of the box, and then. closes it. no thank you! she doesn't want to look at that anymore!]
Right. Right, yeah, no, you're right. Let's find somewhere to keep it? I mean - it's not.
[she pounds her fist against her chest. thud, thud, metal sound. her engine's glowing like normal! that one is there.]
The old engine's in there still. Hot as ever.
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[ that's fair. he would also prefer the box be closed. flesh heart ... ]
Certainly an interesting item to obtain.
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[ .... ]
Karlach. Did you lose your heart in the Nine Hells or before then?
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[... wilts just a little. she will lead the way to the mortuary, then!]
In it. Why d'you ask?
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What would be the process of ... reinserting it, I wonder?
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[ LIKE.
THIS IS CONCERNING. ok yes there's a kidnapping, gale can't wave his magic hands around and cast fireball and none of them can have brain to brain communcation, but this is what's tipping him over the edge. ]
I wouldn't recommend dunking it in the disgusting lake water with all those leeches to cool it down either. [ ... help. the HEART. ]
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[probably!!!
she holds the box closer to her chest. she does not know this but i will tell you right now it is not preserved, magically, help. and then:]
... The process of putting this one in wasn't fun, so I don't really want to re-create the process, Gale. [she says, expression sour.] I don't know how it got here. I'm not even sure it's actually mine, like I know what it looked like. Could be any old heart that they put in my box to be funny.
[this seems like a funny prank a devil would play, tbh]
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[ yucky! gale looks like a slightly kicked dog. ]
I'm of no mind to torture you, Karlach, I just thought-- [ that was what she wanted? a regular-degular heart back? ] Nevermind.
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[ please. they had to do things legitimately, he didn't have the strength to shove auntie ethel into a pit. ]
...
[ oh. well.
he just leans back and looks between this like a priss at a tennis match. ]
...
If it's any old heart then just toss the box back into the swamp and be done with it.
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