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A touch of the hellebore, and some of the incense, and partingly, a thread of white hair - aged, mind, none of the trueborn - and of course - of course -
Joshua, our material abounds - find me entrails.
Fresh and still bloodied, do please, if we must. Since we must. Naturally, shreds of a newborn's skin and his father's seed would work so much the wiser - but Divination can be such a flimsy little thing, ignorant of vexation.
This City would offer us carnage...? Well enough. Boy, have your servant with, and kindly, wear none of your white. Our collection might grow messy ~ ♥
Beggars cannot be choosers -
- and I am still Master.
[ooc: ...well, someone had to do it. Feel free to spot a WTFish angel inspecting... various locations, hoping the City left some... entrails along with other parts. All's fair in love and really gross magic? CITY, BE NICE, GIVE A HELPING HAND WITH COLLECTING THE DAISIES ENTRAILS? ]