001 - audio - spider in the roses

[biotictouch]

[ You heard it here first, folks. If you're listening, there's a rather angry sounding banshee woman who's had about enough of this place, and would've liked to go home hours ago. But here she is, with a bit of a sniffle behind her thick accent. ]

Well, this is just grand. If there's anyone in this wretched place that'd like to talk about bartering some lab equipment, I'd be in your service.

And, I'd also offer services to someone who can get this hay out of my backyard. It simply cannot stay, no matter what.

[ There's a sneeze somewhere in the background. ]

Services rendered depends on what you'd need. I specialize in medicine, but it's not likely what you're thinking.

Good day.

[ Another sneeze. There's probably a red faced, living in a tissue Moira behind that audio somewhere. God someone please come get rid of it for her. She can't go near it. Some things genetic editing can't seem to fix. ]

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[angelology]

[ ... a Talon operative. Oh boy. Not only that, it was Moira-- once colleagues, now healers on different sides of the war. There were fond memories, once there. Now, in this strange universe, away from her work, all Mercy can think of are the bitter ones.

The day Moira turned cloak. Nonetheless, she puts on a passive aggressive smile. ]

Do you need a doctor, Miss O'deorain?

[biotictouch]

[ Just imagine, Moira sitting at her new sad excuse for a dining room table, writing herself a list between sneezes, because that's exactly what she's doing.

A little cup of coffee, what she's managed to get her hands on between arriving and now.

So now, imagine her blood running slightly colder, hearing Angela on the other side of her feed. Her pen goes down, and she can't help but smirk behind her screen. How unfortunate. ]

Well that depends on who's offering, Dr. Ziegler.

[ MUTE FOR A MOMENT TO BLOW HER NOSE.

Okay cool, we're cool. ]

I wouldn't want to put you in a precarious position now would I?

[ YOU BET SHE WOULD ]

[angelology]

That would be where we differ. You see, I'm sworn to heal others no matter what side they're on.

[ oh it is on ]

On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your allergic reaction?

[ Keep in mind, Angela is doing NOTHING to get rid of the hay, even though she very easily could. She's even looking into one of her pouches for a container of benadryl. Yep. ]

[biotictouch]

How cute, I'll remember not to express concern for your conflict of interest next time. I'll go straight to barbs.

[ Sniffle. Shit, that's definitely not what she wanted to let slip. Oh well. No hiding it anymore. She leaves the button on her pad alone, sipping her coffee. ]

Well, you tell me. Postnasal drip, copious sneezing, irritated throat, swelling of the throat and nasal passages, minor headache, dry eyes. Surprisingly, no urticaria symptoms yet.

I'd say a seven. You?

[ CASUALLY, LIKE her allergic reaction is a game. It's not. ]

[sheepdad]

[ Instead of a message, that damn giant roaming sheep has come to visit the new farm - as he does every one, to inspect it.

But they do hear the broadcast being made - and give a grunt, breaking his silence - quite loudly. ] I may burn it, but it is worth bartering with others.

[biotictouch]

[ That's...a chilling voice she didn't expect to hear. It's louder than she's used to but there's no mistaking it---

Moira would open the door but heaven forbid the pollen be let in. Gently, she tips her (hideous) curtains to the side, and fakes mirth the best she can. ]

Not a favor I'd curry to you now, Gabriel, but---

[ That's. Not...Reaper. That'----That's not even a person. ]

Ahem. My apologies.

[sheepdad]

Gabriel? [ That is a strange thing to call the masked sheep, who approaches the window a little. Because he's trying to care about people, okay.

Did the Auracite awaken in the future, again? Possess somebody else? Belias can't help but wonder now. ] I'll ask later. [ He says to himself, before: ] You do not need to apologize.

[angelology]

Hmm, well, I'm not working with the clinic yet, but I can prescribe this for the meantime.

[ She shakes a little bottle of antihistamines in front of the camera, precious though they are, Mercy is sure she can get more. ]

I'm also curious as to how your doing? Detached from all those things that make you... you.

[ tech stealer >:( ]

[biotictouch]

Not at all. He is a colleague. [ She clears her throat. ]

You both sound eerily similar, that's all.

So I do; not at all able to meet you outside properly. How rude of me.

[sheepdad]

...I see. [ Belias says, sitting - still larger then the person inside, but: ] This hay is bothering you.

[ But, on his voice, he clears his own throat. ] This voice-- is one I give to any I possess.

[biotictouch]

[ Possess? Possess? What what what are you telling me right now, giant sheep guy. You're giving her a potential goldmine to work with and she has no. equipment. Could this day get any more unfortunate? ]

Quite a bit, yes.

And how interesting. I'm afraid I don't completely understand.

[ Tell me more about this possession thing you got goin' on there, not!Gabe. ]

[biotictouch]

Oh, a clinic. Had I known, I'd have stopped in.

[ Sneeze. No she wouldn't have. Because she had nothing with her. Just her clothes and her best intentions, but even that was a reach. ]

You'll have to be more specific, dear. There are many things that make me, me.

[ Like Talon. And her doctorate. And a primarily difficult to keep discrete weapon she'd dedicated an entire arm to researching. You know. That thing. ]

[sheepdad]

Ah-- you would not be of Ivalice, would you? Those tales would be lost.

[ belias stop, not everybody deserves trust. But his voice has quietened. ]

I am Belias - the Gigas, one of twelve Lucavi. Between forms, I slumber in a stone called Auracite, as do my kin. I-- still have my stone with me. If there is one filled with wrath, filled with desires, my spirit can overwhelm their body. Or if one is sacrificed for me.

[ A beat. ]

It sounds quite violent, does it not? But I am a weapon of war. And thus, I become them - my strength fusing with theirs. My voice overwhelming theirs.

[biotictouch]

[ LEAST OF ALL THIS WITCH OKAY WOW

She's trying to parse what she can of this....dialogue. It's like she's hearing words but has NO IDEA what he's saying.

Just that he can possess some, and that he's a weapon of war. Dang. ]

I'm afraid you've lost me more than you've helped me understand.

[sheepdad]

...My apologies. [ Belias says again. He apologizes a lot. For a giant monster, he's very polite. ] Your world-- seems quite different then mine. But that is what this realm seems to want - mixing everything, with no thoughts of why.

[biotictouch]

No no, don't. I may not understand, but I feel I soon will.

[ She nods, grasping for a tissue across the table in her home. ]

So I've noticed. It's truly extraordinary, I'm barely taking it all in myself at the moment. I'm sure it will hit me soon enough.

[sheepdad]

...Would smoke clear the air of what makes you sniffle? [ Belias then asks. ] It may also cloud your mind.

[biotictouch]

[ Moira smirks, waving it off. ]

Smoke is toxic to my kind, though the thought is appreciated.

My mind is cloudy enough, I suppose.

[sheepdad]

...Ah. I did not think of that. [ Being attuned to fire really... messes with you. ] I'd not want your death.

Still, I must be able to help. To have the land against you - that is cruelty.

[biotictouch]

[ He gets points for manners and kindness, she'll definitely take it. What a poor, easily trusting animal. ]

Think nothing of it. In fact, your concern is kindness enough.

[ She'll find some antihistamines. Eventually. Just gotta leave her house eventually to get them. ]

[angelology]

Your unique qualities are as perseverant as your personality, Doctor. To see you not dressed as a fusion of Jekyll and Hyde isn't becoming of you.

[ This is off to a rocky start, isn't it :')))) ]

Can I expect you to hunt me down in my sleep, or can I get away with not sleeping with a gun under my pillow?

[audio... or we could action it up!]

[deadouttalock]

Yeah sounds like the only one who needs medicine right now is you, 'mam.

[He sounds so sympathetic.]

audio works unless you’d prefer otherwise!

[biotictouch]

Thank you for your glittering observation. It’s a matter being dealt with.

[ That sounds an awful lot like Jesse. She’ll bite her tongue for now. ]

[biotictouch]

Ah yes. More barbs. You’d appreciate a decently cut suit on me, I’m sure. It’d mean I’m not there to kill you, wouldn’t it?

[ Still dabbing at her nose, Moira’s still as smug as ever. ]

That depends, do you have a decent reason for me to? You seem awfully confident already, I can practically taste the petulance.

[deadouttalock]

What, and how... stuffin' test tubes up your nose, doc? [Definitely Jesse.]