Astarion Ancunin

[scrapdraught]

omg she's a reporter

it's Interview with a Vampire

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[haematocritical]

Out of all the people I assumed the dog would be one of the last to go. People hate harming animals.

[ my fun fact of the day being you have a camp dog and while astarion doesn’t coo over him, if something happens to him he’s sad about it. ]

Someone not confident in their ability to survive against someone more bipedal?

[scrapdraught]

[Oh no Astarion your nougaty center is showing]

Or maybe they had to take out the dog to get to the real target.

[She puts her finger under the picture of Pickles. She hadn't spent a ton of time with him. She's not a critter girl, but he was a comfort nonetheless. Something about a ball of fur being around made you ease up.]

Possession, maybe? Boothill had been completely out of his mind.

[as tempting as the swamp prizes were...]

[haematocritical]

[ it’s like seven layers deep and rotting ]

I suspect the possession thing is going to be an unfortunate and annoying constant. [ tch. ] But, no, with three bodies I expect a couple of people will have been trying their luck with those items they dangled in front of our noses.

Understandable, really.

[scrapdraught]

There were a garden variety of options there. I think the most obvious pulls might be the tragic ones. Bringing a loved one back or ending a war. With all the battle-damaged kids and supernatural forces I feel like peace and love are going to trump the credit card.

There's also the one that cures illness.

[She hates to think of it, but that would could sucker in at least two people she's talked to. Her eyes skate from his face to his neck, then she looks into the Pyre.]

[haematocritical]

There's a wish as well, though. And I was told that it wouldn't have to be something they grant at the end of all this -- it could happen immediately.

[ the incentives are very tempting though, he's not going to pretend otherwise. ]

You have an illness to cure? Do we need to be keeping an eye on you?

[scrapdraught]

[She gives him a look.]

Not since I washed off the blood-sucking urge on Wednesday.

[haematocritical]

[ yes? ]

Washed it off?

[ ... ] Oh is this like that bloody bat thing that showed up earlier in the week?

[scrapdraught]

Well I don't remember any bats, but lots of people had walked through this circle of mushrooms and come out wrong on the other side. Magic spores.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Thank god for that. I prefer night sky to daylight, but not that much.

[haematocritical]

Magic spores. Naturally.

[ he sighs. ] There's all sorts going on here.

[scrapdraught]

Could do with a few less sorts myself.

[Let this misery end.]