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[chiseler]

LUKE CASTELLAN

Probably kind of a jackass, but what can you do?

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[sharplydressed]

Yeah, I'm definitely not gonna be advocating dragging more people into this mess.

[AND THEN MORE PEOPLE GOT DRAGGED INTO THIS MESS it's fine, they're fine.]

I guess they don't care? Which makes sense, I mean... If they're the ones giving us all this weird stuff, I'm sure they could take it away if we decided to go hunt 'em down and set their building on fire or whatever. Which, by the way, I would totally sign up for.

[Some things just withstand the test of time, like bad tempers and bloodthirst.]

[chiseler]

[There's a brief pause.]

Thalia and I burnt down a building once. It probably wouldn't be that hard to do it again. I don't know how they could take away the stuff they're implanting in us or mailing us or whatever, but I don't like the sound of that either.

[sharplydressed]

Okay, this is important clarification. In a hallucinomemory, or just like, a few years ago or something?

[HE KNOWS THE ANSWER but look. Look. He's still vaguely concerned, okay...]

We don't even know how they're giving 'em to us in the first place, right? Maybe reversing it is easy, who knows.

[chiseler]

Hm? Oh, hallucino-whatever. I think Thalia might've mentioned if we burned down a building recently, but this was when we were kids. Teenagers. Still not sure why, but it's something that happened.

Like a reverse lobotomy, you think? How do lobotomies even work? [Why is this conversation real.]

[sharplydressed]

Look, I'm not asking any questions or making any assumptions. [HOLDING HIS HANDS UP as if to say "I just accept all weirdness now."]

...I have no idea, though. But wouldn't they have to like, take a scalpel to our heads for that or something?

[chiseler]

Or in your case maybe just scratch your sword a little. [He's just sighing heavily. Weird, weird, weird.] Keep practicing with it and see if it does anything else. Maybe it's only doing this because it's new. As much as I think a lobotomy might solve a lot of problems, let's leave it as a last resort. Okay?

[sharplydressed]

Yeah, I'm not letting anyone near me with a scalpel. ...Me or my sword, I guess?

[Why the literal heck is this even a thing that he has to say he iS SO TIRED. But it's getting late, and he should probably find a place to crash before everything shuts down, so--]

I'm gonna head out, but I'll keep you updated on the whole voodoo sword thing.

[chiseler]

Sounds like a good call on both parts. [There's a nod and he lifts a hand in a wave.] I'll see you later.

[Well. Now there's more weird shit to consider. Thanks, Recollé.]