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[presgarddihellis]

Who: whoever
When: August 16th
Where: wherever
What: whatever you're up to
Warnings: probably things

[there's still hauntings and places still to explore, after all...]

Comments

cw: dead worm? idk if i need to warn for that but uh. topics of self-harm may come up

[presgarddihellis]

[Miskatonic Smith is having a quiet kind of day.

probably because he looks sickly pale and like he has one of the worst headaches ever as he seats himself heavily in a corner of the cafeteria with a pair sweet rolls and some tea.

and what looks to be a dead worm which he is frowning heavily and unsatisfyingly at like it's somehow betrayed him as he prods it and rolls it around on the table like he's trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with it beyond, y'know, it being dead.]

[parttimesoldier]

[In a bid to get to know some more of the less familiar faces around here, Suzuha makes her way over to his table off in the corner with a cup of tea in her own in hand. The easy smile on her face gives way to curiosity as she realizes he's fiddling with something on the table.]

Whatcha got there— [Don't mind her peering right over your shoulder at it.] Oh, is that a worm? Grody.

[She sounds more fascinated than anything.]

[presgarddihellis]

[pauses. looks up at her and blinks, as if surprised she's there.]

Ah.

Right. Uh. It's a component for a charm.

[starts to scoop up the worm so he can. pocket it.]

[parttimesoldier]

A charm, huh...

[She'll settle right down into the seat beside him as he tucks the thing away, setting her cup of tea on the table. And of course, now that she's not looming over his shoulder, she gets a better look at that rough appearance of his.]

Wowza, were you pulling an all-nighter working on it?

[Were you playing with your worm all night, sir??]

[presgarddihellis]

It just took a bit more effort to extract it than usual...

["a bit more" is such an understatement. he actually hates how weak he feels? but he smiles at her, nonetheless.]

My abilities are a bit more limited in this place than I'm used to. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I can make the charm I was intending for now. I was hoping to make something to help with... redirecting attention of aggressive spirits.

[darkholder]

...Should you perhaps be resting?

[glancing over at him and the worm, which she'll get to in a minute.]

[presgarddihellis]

Ah, Miss Star.

No, I'm not doing anything extraneous. So I am resting.

[he still looks like garbage, though]

[darkholder]

And what are you doing, precisely?

[sir your worm]

[presgarddihellis]

[... looks at the sweet rolls.





looks at the worm.]

Ah, this? [nudges the worm with a finger] It's a component for a charm--or... I was trying to see if I couldn't make one. But it seems I'm limited on charm-making abilities, just now.

[bowtiedbones]

[> are you okay?
> did something happen?]

Do you want that dissected?

[presgarddihellis]

[thank the Goddess someone who gets it. kind of.]

I wanted to use it for a charm but it seems I can't make charms at the moment.

[SO FRUSTRATING]

[bowtiedbones]

[the number of things she would do if she could easily access her own bones…]

Oh, ugh. The wards here are so stingy… Can you save it until you can?

[presgarddihellis]

[it's just a big mood!]

It's already dead... so I can't say I thought it through very well...

[said a bit dryly because could have avoided the feeling like shit part!]

Well, it is a mystical item, so it won't vanish or anything. As long as I keep it safely out of the hands of any spirits, I should be able to store it until, if not me, someone can work magic to create a charm with it.

[undefinery]

[ Eww?? ]

I feel like that's kinda not a great thing to bring to a table...

[presgarddihellis]

[that's why he picked one out of the way... but she's not wrong.

scooping it up to pocket it, smiling.]

My apologies. I was trying to do too many things at once...

[undefinery]

Was... any of those things taking an aspirin, maybe?

[ My good sir, you look awful. ]

[presgarddihellis]

... it's a little deeper than an aspiri can help with, but truly, I'm alright. Just needing to take things easy.

[ordimame]

Dude. . .






You look like shit.

[thanks Puck]

[presgarddihellis]

[Thanks, Puck...]

It's okay. I'll be okay. I just need to rest for a little bit.

[ordimame]

[frrrrrowns]

That's an understatement. Can I get you some painkillers?

[presgarddihellis]

... it's a bit deeper than painkillers can really get to.

[gathering up the dead worm into a palm, holding it up.]

This is a Worm of Spirit. I've been able to use them in the past to make certain charms... but it turns out I can't access the mystic properties to make one just now.

[poetaste]

[Do you know who else is interested in the worm, Mr. Smith?

This large, inky, black bird perched a short distance away. It seems real enough--therefore, not a ghostie!--but distinctly unnatural despite looking like a complete ordinary bird.

It stares and stares, as if to ask, "Are you gonna eat that?"]

[presgarddihellis]

[the split second of PURE, UNADULTERATED PANIC on his face before he realizes this crow does not have a monocle.

and then he's scooping the worm up.]

It's not for eating. It's for a charm.

[poetaste]

[Oh, but it so easily could...one day, if she ever knows about crows with monocles. For now, it's just a regular large bird, though its footsteps leave behind the slightest of dark footprints, almost as if whatever sketched it into place is starting to fade--like, say, in one or two tags.

Don't mind those as it waddles a bit closer, listening intently...and perhaps with more focused mannerisms than would typically suit one. Though corvids can be very smart.]

[presgarddihellis]

[that's no bird. but he's fine with the strangeness, at least.]

I was thinking to use it for a charm that could deceive aggressive spirits into not noticing people. It may not work for Anzen due to their curse, but...

Well, unfortunately, whoever brought us all here has limited my capability for making charms.