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[survivaltricks]

WHO: Thistle + Blood Fiend + Edgelord
WHERE: ~THE MIST~
WHEN: day 27, morning probably

[are we ready for operation statue heist fam]

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[survivaltricks]

[. . . I MEAN. . .]

It's not an awful idea, but-for the part where you'd probably bleed out?

[stirtheblood]

Yeah, I forgot about bleedin' out bein' a thing. Apparently the blood'd attract mist monsters, too.

[survivaltricks]

[HE FORGOT ABOUT THE BLEEDING OUT PART. . .]

. . . mmm, probably.

If you need help, Thistle has. . . experience.

[stirtheblood]

Eh, the girl who's trying to beat death was real excited about experimentin' with the limbo plant, so I bet she'll have fun makin' me a new one. And apparently there's a "doctor" on Daffodil.

[he also says "doctor" like he is not super familiar with the concept]

[survivaltricks]

[WHO IS THE GIRL TRYING TO BEAT DEATH]

[wait. she's exciting about experimentation. maybe the pharmacy girl??]

[he at least knows who the doctor on Daffodil is]

Ah. That's Crois. As a doctor, I'm sure he could do a pretty good job of helping you, too.

[. . .]

Is. . . there anything else I can do, though?

[he feels responsible!]

[stirtheblood]

You got any booze? Well, I'll accept food too.

[survivaltricks]

Incidentally, Bluebell gave me some. But it's Tyr's, so.

[HE'D HAVE TO ASK TYR. . .]

We have plenty of food, though.

[stirtheblood]

Bring me some later, then. I'll prob'ly want a bunch if I gotta heal a whole arm. Or even if they're replacin' it.

[survivaltricks]

. . . got it.

[fish and figs and dates for Edgelord!]

[. . .]

[also, tentatively]

There's something else I'd like to talk to you about, too.

[stirtheblood]

Yeah? What's that?

[HE CAN GUESS. but.

he doesn't want to]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

I-- did something to you.

Didn't I?

[stirtheblood]

...

[SIGHS]

It ain't yer fault. It's some kinda black-collar thing. Like the powers, only bad.

[survivaltricks]

[his expression wrinkles even more]

. . . black-collar thing.

So all of you are subject to-- [how does he put it? the distaste in his expression is clear] -- being controlled?

[stirtheblood]

I assume so. I think everyone's got their own word that triggers it. Like you guys' explodin' one.

[survivaltricks]

[christ. what the fuck. what the fuck!1]

What a shitty thing to do to someone. . .

[he hisses underneath his breath]

I have no interest in forcing the black collars into doing what I want them to do.

[stirtheblood]

Yeah, I ain't really a fan o' it either.

[survivaltricks]

Well. . .

I can't speak for anyone else who saw it, but-- I'm not about to go around telling people. Even if I wasn't completely and morally opposed to subjugating the weeds to my own will, I-- and Thistle-- owe you a ton of favors.

[stirtheblood]

...Hah. Well, you can do whatever ya want about it.