video; un: dabi

[burnitblack]

[it's a video, but it's dark. either someone on the other end still hasn't gotten the complete grasp of how a magical chunk of crystal is supposed to work compared to a smartphone (the unlikely cause) or they're simply not wanting to be seen right now (the likely cause). not that he cares which of the two people want to assume.

there's a faint "fwooph" and a blue glow momentarily illuminates the surrounding area. dusty wall, dark-colored cushions, an old curtain drifting lazily against the side of a dark boot, and the reflection of that blinding blue flared up in the glass of a three-sided bay window. gone, and it plunges back into the shadows. takes a few more moments for the image to adjust, ultimately revealing the hovering orange end of a cigarette caught in the glass's image.

he'll be keeping the rest of himself in the shadows for the time being.]

I'm lookin for some things.

[this place is a dichotomy, looks old but somehow isn't? since plenty of people here apparently come from different places and worlds, best take a quick shot in the dark for familiarity sake. an exhale sends a jet of smoke into the glass, wisps curling in licks over the surface.]

What do ya know about the Lumenarium? I need some medical shit, but ain't interested in havin some random doctor pokin around.

[he'll get into the details if needed.]

This place got cigarettes? Gonna run out of mine soon enough.

[cause obviously this is an important request and "fuck you" to anyone who tells him to light up an incense stick in lieu. another drag on the cigarette and the rest comes out with the smoke.]

Since money's not a thing here, we can trade.

[leave that vague offer for reasons. seems he's taking pains to not give away features or location on purpose. deal with it.]

Comments

text; un: player one // The killjoy has arrived

[comecatchthesehands]

If that were any more dramatic it would have had to have credits at the beginning and end. Are you going to trade lighting tips?

text; un: dabi

[burnitblack]

[stop crimping his style, boss. some people like the darkness.]

dunno. ya got anything i might want in exchange?

[comecatchthesehands]

For your tips on how to be edgy? Ggnore I wore the dead hands of my family. You have to level your speed stat to get ahead of me on edgy. Turns out, we can deal in blood here, right? Types of blood? What do you know about that?

[burnitblack]

my what?

[stop using video game references. whoosh.]

i ain't givin ya my blood. gross.

apparently spillin it makes everything worse. corrupts stuff.

[comecatchthesehands]

Speed stat. Ugh... It means you'll need to be faster than that. Maybe Int, too.

[No. Never.]

Then if that's all it is, what's the big deal? You're not afraid, are you? Scared I'll make a voodoo doll?

[burnitblack]

[don't 'ugh' him.]

nah, ya more physically fit than me. check your spellin too. "int" ain't a word.

[now he's just being a shit.]

spill enough of it and ya turn into a monster. lose your mind. shit like that. i kinda like bein alive.

[comecatchthesehands]

[He'll ugh him all damn day if he has want to.]

Yes. Yes I am.

[Bastard.]

That's what the boogieman is afraid of. Turning into a monster and dying... Interesting. For a couple reasons actually, none the least for someone who's asking about smoking. Nice irony.

[burnitblack]

[bastard.]

i'll decide when and how i die. sides, i rather like the monster i am right now.

what've you found out about anythin?