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[dieinnafire]

[this fine evening, at one of the tables in the Mess Hall, Radu is sipping absently from a glass as he reads. Said glass is filled with a dark red liquid...much thicker than wine. It rather looks like blood, and if you get close enough, it also smells like blood

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[cognitagonist]

[SITS DOWN ACROSS FROM.]

Baron~.

[dieinnafire]

...

Marionettenspieler.

[cognitagonist]

Good evening.

[dieinnafire]

That's a matter of opinion.

[healingcock]

[dressed in a lab coat and glasses]

I take it that's not wine.

[dieinnafire]

Not quite, no. Is that a problem?

[healingcock]

I was hoping you'd share, if it was.

[dieinnafire]

I believe I still have enough for a few glasses--though that would require returning to my room. This, however, I do not believe you would wish to try.

[brokenclover]

Ooh, I love those.

[dieinnafire]

They are quite fascinating. --Assuming you meant my reading material, of course.

[brokenclover]

I did. I think I've read through them at least ten times by now.

[dieinnafire]

I've seen parts of them referenced in other texts, but this would be my first time in actually reading such a comprehensive anthology.

[servicewitha]

Mmm, blood.

[flops down across from and rests his head on the table]

[dieinnafire]

"Mmm, blood" indeed. Problems, Fuuma?

[servicewitha]

I hurt.

[dieinnafire]

I'm afraid that's a rather broad statement. Would you happen to mean emotionally or physically? And how bad might this pain be? Stubbing one's toe hurts, as does losing at arm--just rather differently.

[knowing_smile]

*cocks head slightly*

... type O negative?

[dieinnafire]

More likely a combination of various blood-types.

[knowing_smile]

Ah. Compatibility is not an issue?

[dieinnafire]

No.