And on the Third day...

[eyelus]

Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~

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[hatter_s]

Sabbat glared a little at the eye-thief. "What are you - a fucking doctor?"

He's probably right, you know. He knows these drugs, you don't.

And you can fuck off as well. Thought I'd got rid of you.

[eyelus]

"No. Well. Sorta? Not really." He shrugged. "I broke my arm once and they gave me those things. I was like... totally out of it for the whole time I was on 'em." Lus leaned back. "And I'm thinking I can find more shit. Something that might work better for you."

He snagged a Marshmallow out of his bag and chewed on it thoughtfully.

[hatter_s]

The assassin frowned and leant forward, resting his chin on his hands. "What d'you mean? You ain't found Smoke, have you?"

Idiot! D'you really think that's likely?

Worth a try. And what the hells are you still doing here?

You think I ever went away, mate?

"Fu-" He checked himself, fists clenching. This was rapidly becoming a real problem.

[eyelus]

"Not yet, but I think I've found the cancer ward. Cancer ward means shit like Medical Pot. Which might work better, since you smoke it." He grinned and shrugged. "'Course, not everyone's got medical pot, so..."

[hatter_s]

Sabbat blinked, yanking himself back to the here-and-now with an effort. "Pot? What the hells?"

[eyelus]

"Marijuana. Mary Jane. MJ. That shit." Lus grinned. "'S hella popular where I come from. It makes you see things, and it makes you feel good." He shrugged. "Some hospitals have it, since it makes terminal patients feel better."

[hatter_s]

Sabbat had no idea what Lus was talking about, but he had to admit that 'it makes you see things' was sounding more and more like a very good thing indeed.

Might just work. And might help me get rid of you.

I don't think so.

"Sounds good." And then, because what the hells, the other man already knew anyway, "It do anything for hearing voices?"

[eyelus]

"No clue. I mean, I know some guys who heard shit because of the pot, but... Maybe it'll let you bliss out enough that it won't matter?" Lus shrugged. "I mean, y'know."

He pulled out another marshmallow. "...We should go make sure that Damian guy's not dead yet."

[hatter_s]

"The shapeshifter?" Sabbat grinned widely. "Still don't understand why you ain't gone for him. Bastard doesn't look as if he'd put up much of a fight."

And if you let me help.....well, let's just say I'll be happy an' leave it at that, shall we?

[eyelus]

"Eyes are boring." He shrugged. "I don't need 'em that bad..." Except he really did. He really, really did. Okay. No. No thinking about it. Bad Lus.

He chewed on his marshmallow, trying not to deal with those thoughts. "Anyway."

[hatter_s]

'Don't need 'em that bad'? Like hell, mate.

"You tell me when y'want to go for him." His grin twisted. "Ain't killed someone for a long time...."

[eyelus]

"Sure thing. You betcha." Lus nodded, still trying, and failing rather beautifully, not to think about eyes. And the pretty colours they could be. And jars. And formaldehyde. And...

He pinched himself on the arm, and grabbed another Marshmallow. "Anyway. Wanna make sure he hasn't died on us yet?"

[hatter_s]

Sabbat stood up, his face slipping back to its normal lopsided aspect. "Right. And then we kill him if he ain't dead or, failin' that, we go find your mary-whatsit?"

[eyelus]

"He might be useful." Lus shrugged. "But yeah, Marijuana. Definitely." The redhead nodded and stood as well, sticking another marshmallow in his mouth.

[hatter_s]

The assassin looked up and down the corridor, hand dropping absent-mindedly to fiddle with the handle of his razor. "You any idea where he is?"