[staring at her chest (non-spicy) is a thing famine mod said once and i laugh thinking about it]
Yeah. I'm holding on. Trying to, anyway. [she rubs at her chest, over where the engine glows.] I guess what I was trying to say before all that is I know what the world is like, and how unfair it gets, but I don't want that to stop me from living.
[ Yeah it is definitely staring at her chest (non-spicy), in fact he's probably forgotten for a moment that there's boobs there. Very funny party talk line available with Daan where he's like 'Get your mind out of the gutter!'. ]
You arrived here with your proper heart, didn't you?
I can't make any distinct promises, but if we were both to survive, and regain ourselves in full -- would you want to see if I could replace your heart back in your chest?
[ He maybe ain't know shit-fuck about how the Infernal Engine works or anything, but hell. The devils don't know what Sylvian magic can do either, although neither does Daan. But maybe it's worth a shot, if the alternative is Karlach dying and going to hell. ]
[ He's not a fan, but fuck, She'll probably answer. You can in fact fix any missing limbs by drawing a Sylvian ritual circle, including ones lost via Magna-Medicinal. ]
But I'll only have to do that if you die, which sounds like if it's the other solution either way...
...Regular healing isn't so costly, nothing I wouldn't get over with some rest.
[ He can't just Whisper his way into replacing her heart, but that's where he could combine that with a scalpel and steady hands anyway. ]
You'd have to promise me you wouldn't get hurt doing it. Cross your heart.
[but the way she says it is kind of just like - maybe humoring him? not that she doesn't appreciate it, she just can't get her hopes up. that'd be the killer, in the end, if she thinks there's a solution and it doesn't come to pass.]
Still stubbornly refusing the concept, though I have humoured a few requests for exchanges. It's always good to have more information and see how it pans out.
Knowing the establishment is automatic though, I'd still exercise due caution.
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It's not meant to run outside of the Hells. It's too hot, it'll burn me out.
[a huff.]
Dammon said I only have a couple weeks, and that was - a couple weeks ago.
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...
[ He's thinking. And I'm sorry just also staring at her glowing engine I guess, while doing the thinking. ]
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Yeah. I'm holding on. Trying to, anyway. [she rubs at her chest, over where the engine glows.] I guess what I was trying to say before all that is I know what the world is like, and how unfair it gets, but I don't want that to stop me from living.
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You arrived here with your proper heart, didn't you?
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Yeah. It's in a jar, right now.
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Well. ]
I can't make any distinct promises, but if we were both to survive, and regain ourselves in full -- would you want to see if I could replace your heart back in your chest?
[ He maybe ain't know shit-fuck about how the Infernal Engine works or anything, but hell. The devils don't know what Sylvian magic can do either, although neither does Daan. But maybe it's worth a shot, if the alternative is Karlach dying and going to hell. ]
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she glances at him with a wry smile.]
Not if it means you're going to lose another limb.
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[ He's not a fan, but fuck, She'll probably answer. You can in fact fix any missing limbs by drawing a Sylvian ritual circle, including ones lost via Magna-Medicinal. ]
But I'll only have to do that if you die, which sounds like if it's the other solution either way...
...Regular healing isn't so costly, nothing I wouldn't get over with some rest.
[ He can't just Whisper his way into replacing her heart, but that's where he could combine that with a scalpel and steady hands anyway. ]
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You'd have to promise me you wouldn't get hurt doing it. Cross your heart.
[but the way she says it is kind of just like - maybe humoring him? not that she doesn't appreciate it, she just can't get her hopes up. that'd be the killer, in the end, if she thinks there's a solution and it doesn't come to pass.]
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And then you won't let me if I say "and hope to die".
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Nope! [cheerfully.] No hope to die. Someone's got to keep on.
... Thanks, though. Really.
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'Course, you could probably always just use that fancy wish if you ever change your mind...
But it's always nice to have options.
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[glances at him.] You been looking at all? For your partner, I mean.
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Knowing the establishment is automatic though, I'd still exercise due caution.
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You wanna trade? I really doubt it's you that's mine.
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I haven't even bothered asking for a hint, actually...
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I don't think you're an unexpected troublemaker.
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Well, I'd certainly hope not. I don't know what I could've possibly done that puts me under "troublemaker".
Sounds safe enough then, I guess?
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Anyway. I'm an Oni.
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...Ditto.
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-- What.
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Not as in I'm also an Oni. That's the name.
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You scared me! Gods. [a little laugh, christ.] What's... a Ditto.
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Oh, sorry. But I have no idea though. Nobody I've asked seems to know either.
[ Assigned formless blob real... ]
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[imagines a ditto with an eyepatch and a thousand yard stare]
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