audience: karlach

[mygod]

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[mygod]

[Shocking no one, they do not laugh. The tilt of their head becomes studious, as does their voice.]

...Is it so magical that it can't be removed? Replaced? A surgical option of some sort...

[ablazement]

[death you are 21 where's your sense of humor you should be at the club]

Replaced with what? My whole system's fucked. [she cannot imagine what kind of mess is happening in there.] I'm not a surgeon. I've got no fucking idea, but my mechanic told me it's pretty much a no-go.

[mygod]

[They can "joke" but imagine laughing, couldn't be them.]

It makes sense that at some point you'd need an expert at machines, rather than biology. ...The body can't even handle blood transplants that it reads as too foreign. But maybe if you could somehow trick it into acclimating this machinery...

[Before they get too deep in the nerd trenches.]

Well. I suppose it'd be easier to just wish for it to not explode.

[ablazement]

[she tilts her head at that, listening, because she is - like, listen. she doesn't want to die. if someone can fix it, she's okay with that, but she's working off her world's rules which are basically larian being like nope, die or go to hell.]

Haven't got anybody that can cast that spell. It's a complex one. [it's level nine...]

[mygod]

[Hard to see alternatives sometimes. Hard to believe in them, anyway.

They haven't really been eating, just pushing their food a little with a spoon, but they pause then.]

I meant the wish you get for finding your partner.

[ablazement]

[



blinks]

The what?

[mygod]

That's part of the deal. You make your partner bond, it releases a... substantive amount of energy. You both earn yourselves more power, and a wish.

Within limitations, of course. I doubt it'd let you break apart the cult's magic here. But it could feasibly effect you, this place to some degree. The realms you came from. That sort of thing.

[ablazement]

[god. okay. well. she takes a second.]

... But if I die, they die.

[mygod]

[Coolly:]

Yes. And if they die, you die.

[ablazement]

So - so fuck that, then.

I'm already going to die. I'm not going to sentence someone else to it.

[mygod]

[They regard her curiously.]

Even if you were to wish your body back to its... organic state? You still believe you'll die?

[ablazement]

If I fucking blow up before I even leave this place - and I don't even know if I will, you lot made noise about slowing down the rate people die, not stopping it entirely - they'll blow up too. It won't matter that I've got an organic body. I haven't got one here.

[mygod]

[They touch their jaw in thought, one of the few exposed strips of skin.]

Some wishes would be granted in the moment, I believe. Not something that waits for your return home. The other thing to consider is whether there is something your partner would be willing to die for. If I were in the position of making a wish, I would risk my life for it.

However, know that I am only giving you things to consider. What you ultimately chose to do makes no difference to me.

[ablazement]

[she takes a deep breath. mostly to calm herself down, to not get worked up.

it takes her a minute. she so desperately doesn't want to die. but.]

... What would you wish for?

[mygod]

[They observe her, an air of reserved calm. Not quite cold, but difficult to rouse.]

Absolutely nothing close to what you're wishing for. It's strange, actually. What you saw earlier was a regret, not a fear. [They've already lived through being bought. They say this casually.] Yet you came out of it very different. I wonder how our fates could diverge so much.

[ablazement]

[question does their cane look like anything. just asking for a friend. the friend is me.]

I've run into that here a few times already. People telling me that. [it's almost funny.] There's loads of things. Type of person I am, the way my parents raised me, all that.

Plus, I've had ten years to deal with it.

[mygod]

[HELP. The cane is more like a forearm crutch, and seems to be made of wood.]

I suppose it could be as simple as who we are as people.

[They sound a little resigned at that.]

So? What were you like, ten years ago?

[ablazement]

[now that we've clarified that death is nu's oc vikkaz brekkercane]

Could be more than that, too. I've only known you five minutes, Death, you'll have to give me a bit before I can make sweeping generalizations.

[amused, despite herself.]

I was a fucking punk, ten years ago. Too big for my britches, too trusting, all in one.

[mygod]

[Didn't like reading this at all, thank you.]

I've known myself quite long enough to generalize, don't worry.

And you're different now?

[ablazement]

[:D]

A bit. Not that much. I'm still big, and I probably ought to trust less. That's what Astarion says, anyway. [not that she listens to him.] Like to think I'm still the same person I ever was.

[mygod]

[Does anyone listen to sweet Astarion...]

Well, let's test that. Do you trust us?

[ablazement]

[no because his opinions are terrible (affectionate)]

Hah, what a loaded question that is. [she looks at them for a moment.] Yeah. I trust you enough. You're the only thing standing between us and total party wipe, yeah? So.

[mygod]

[They stop even pretending to eat to glance at her.]

Presumably, yes, we are working to avoid the worst outcome. But it does feel stupid to hear you say so. You don't know anything about my intentions.

[ablazement]

Well, you could tell me them.

[nice try]

[mygod]

[STOP not this icon]

I just called you stupid and you want to hear why I'm here.