[it's early enough in her time here that she's still (visibly) caught off guard by - well, all of it - but the coziness, the variety and scope of inks and tools, the lights - the intricacy and order of it all. and the strings of lights. she might look at them a little too long.

shit. nope, stop looking around like an idiot, vi.]

I like options. [it's back to flirting again - and why shouldn't she, saeri is pretty, smart, interesting and talented, and not shy. what harm was there in it? it certainly distracts her from all the other less pleasant things she's been pushing to the edges of her mind.

but then saeri's hand is out and vi looks at it - no, it's not skin - but this is...]

Runework. [it's almost a whisper, but not quite, and she leans in a little closer to look at the shapes - the symbols residing in each quadrant, a mystery of a language that made things work, that stopped other things from working.] So, like, if you touch something, or someone ...it takes away the corruption?

What do you use to inscribe the metal?