[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]
No, sorry. Sorry, Gale, I know. [she does look genuinely sorry. it's a finicky topic. and then, when astarion speaks up, she gets all floofy and big like a miyazaki protag.]
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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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No, sorry. Sorry, Gale, I know. [she does look genuinely sorry. it's a finicky topic. and then, when astarion speaks up, she gets all floofy and big like a miyazaki protag.]
-- No! Fuck off, it's mine.
[hisssss]
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[ and looking at astarion too!!!!! honestly he kind of gets what he was going for here, so he doesn't also scold him. ]
No apologies are necessary. Though I might reiterate the need to put it somewhere cold enough to preserve it with some haste.
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Then stop dithering and grumbling, and get it somewhere it won’t rot, or you’re not going to have any choice in the matter.
[ say with little Pointing Motions for emphasis. gods. ]
If there’s a hag here I’m setting the swamp on fire.
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I'm going, I'm going.
[her tail curls around her leg lightly as she walks, holding the box. she doesn't say anything about murdering a hag, which may be concerning, but.]
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Hardly even excited about murdering a hag? That is quite serious.
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