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[bitter_mercy]

*He is lying on his back on a table, head tilted back over the edge, longish hair falling upwards. There are circles of shadows under his eyes. He manages to still look like a fairly composed, if a little eccentric, Victorian banker.*

Killing minions just doesn't do it tonight.

Killing dogs didn't work either.

*sigh*

What are some good booze

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[wickedkinesis]

Bleach plus ammonia.

[bitter_mercy]

Does it work with lime?

[wickedkinesis]

Quicklime, perhaps!

[bitter_mercy]

Is it excessively painful?

Does it make the eels crawling between your toes stand out neon and strawberry in their fields of refuse?

Does it make the tin cans sharper, the nightshade darker, the poisons more bitter to the tongue and the stars oh! so blinding?

[bitter_mercy]

It's good that you have hope. Hope is a precious thing.

The last one I saw ran into a window and fell into a teapot and I haven't had a good cuppa since. :(

[bitter_mercy]

I find it interesting that you say that.

It would take a very, very good deal of alcohol to intoxicate me.

[leela1]

Recipes?

Um, Captain Morgan's Tattoo, French Kiss Vanilla liquor and Barq's rootbeer. It's gotta be Barq's because it's the only rootbeer with caffeine. I call it a pirate's kiss.

And if killing minions didn't work, ah, killing random nexus folk won't do it either, right?

[bitter_mercy]

Random Nexus folk aren't mine. I can only kill what's mine and comes to me for killing. It's naughty to do otherwise and Azzie gets angry and so does Dagon.

Dagon is terrifying.

You don't want to upset Dagon.

Even though my stick can turn him into a mousie.

[goodform]

*raises an eyebrow. Killing minions doesn't help? It must be bad. He reaches into one pocket and produces a couple of thin glass bottles: one is filled with red liquid, and is hastily replaced: one is full of something clear that when unstoppered has very little scent but generally tastes like lemon paintstripper*

This is Romanian, I am told. It was a gift to me but I have not yet had cause terrible enough to drink it.

[bitter_mercy]

*He eyes the bottle*

A curious thing. What would you ask in return?

[goodform]

Assuming that you survive it rather than the other way around?

*he frowns, thinking. He hadn't actually offered it with thoughts of recompense in his mind. Disturbing. This must be further evidence of the selfless tendancies Ali seems to believe he has*

I would ask no more than I believe it is worth. Since I have not drunk it and have no true sense of its properties, I cannot measure its worth effectively. Thus I must ask for a favour in lieu of its value.

[bitter_mercy]

I'm hard to kill.

*Ali certainly has a tendency to bring out one's hidden sides...*

You think like my siblings. I like that. *he grins and takes the bottle.* Whatever favor you ask I shall grant, if it is within my power.

[victormakesart]

"I dunno, but some of 'em involve bathtubs. Whole ones, not powdered."

[bitter_mercy]

That might be hard to swallow.

Like the feathered thing.

[victormakesart]

"Or like Bad News."

[bitter_mercy]

So is the feathered thing. Or the thing without feathers. I think it was without.