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[manifestering]

Hello
If we have not met my name is Octavian
I am an alchemist and as always I am accepting small amounts of blood for a personal project

But that is beside the point

[Just, you know, getting it out of the way that he's always on the hunt for blood samples to save, anyway—]

The point is during our mutual excursions to maintain the integrity of this world
In the ruins I was set upon by a manner of vision
Very abrupt
not entirely welcome
In the water I experienced memories that were not my own
Something about a breed of serpentine people
Where are they
?

The recollection suggested they were not always serpents but perhaps once like us
A group brought to this place and changed
Was this previously known
and
has anyone else experienced these visions
?

[ooc; totes encourage threadjacking for sharing purposes!!]

Comments

[valiantarms]

Okay.

What do I need to do?

[She's in.]

[manifestering]

Merely come to my address and be ready to donate
You need not fast or anything in particular beforehand

[Give him a moment... another moment... location ping! To god knows where, it doesn't look like it's on any of the main streets.]

>Action? lmao

[valiantarms]

Right. I'll be over as soon as I can.

[Sora, Sora no.


But true to her word, she'd shown up at the door. She gave it a knock, then stepped back, tilting her head.]

Wait...Can they open the door if they don't have a body?

[manifestering]

[The house is, at a glance, an abandoned one; more run down than the city's usual fare that the Chosen can move into themselves. It's begun a little bit to be overtaken by vines and weeds, but the front door and the windows seem to be intact, at least, if dusty.

Octavian can in fact open the door, but does he? No, he does not. Not for a full minute, anyway, almost as if he forgot he has to go do that...

But here he is, slowly creaking the door open and peering around it. Hi.]

Hello. [...] You are the volunteer.

[valiantarms]

[Some people might have been concerned by this. Sora was... Not. Not really. Her father had desensitized her to this stuff.

When the door open, she also peered around to look at him. Tilting her head. Then she clasped her hands in front of her.]

Yep. Just let me know what I need to do.

[manifestering]

Of course. [...,] Please come in.

[He steps aside, pulling the door open properly so she can come into the room. The house isn't large; the main room of it is all easily visible from the doorway, and it is... dustier in some places than others. He's cleared about half of it of dust, only to immediately re-cover many of the available surfaces in chalk notes. At a glance, they're runic in nature, with a bunch of alchemical diagrams throughout.

There is a chair in front of the note-covered desk. He gestures to it after a beat.]

Relax.

[valiantarms]

[She was so serious she was frowning as she nodded. Slowly walking in. It wasn't very polite, but she couldn't help looking around, her mouth opening in a small o as she tilted her head.

..Yep, she's got no idea what any of the markings meant.

So she just bowed, smoothed out her skirt and sat.]

Thank you...[Some more blank stares at the diagrams. Then she scratched her cheek.] Um, I don't know much about this stuff.

[manifestering]

[Octavian drifts to a shelf, to gather some supplies. A syringe, a vial, a cotton swab and some rubbing alcohol... It's taking him a little longer than it should, but he has to put more effort into carrying things around than most people. Give him a moment.]

About... Oh. Alchemy. Well.

[He squints at the nearest scrawl of notes, then,] Some chemistry. Formulas. I prefer my notes accessible.

[That explains everything!]

[valiantarms]

....Oh.

[Sorry, Octavian. It was very clear she didn't understand. Chemistry wasn't her best subject. Her grades weren't terrible but they were firmly in the middle. ]

Um, do you need any help?

[manifestering]

Help, [he repeats, looking over his shoulder at her. With... what.

He looks at back at his supplies, then at her again. Ah?]

No. You need only sit.

[He drifts over with his items in hand, putting down the vial and the syringe and starting to wet the cotton swab with the alcohol.]

Which arm do you prefer.

[valiantarms]

Oh, okay. [It felt awkward just watching him struggle. But she relented, it was his house after all.

She brought up her left arm.]

This one is fine.

[Technically, she could use both. But her right arm was slightly stronger. But she paused, then rolled up her sleeve to her elbow.]