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*has difficulty receiving normal mail because he has no permanent address

A hundred fourteen?

[Something like a sneer.]

Is that all?

People are acting like it's been eons.

That's all~

[A low, teasing sort of chuckle]

It's quite a long time for most people, you know.

[... But they are not most people, are they?]

I'm not most people.

[yep]

But I'm guessing you haven't reached out just to wish me a good morning.

What do you want?

[Yup.]

Now, you wound me~ I can be a caring and generous woman.

[... Can be. But no matter.]

One who has an opening upcoming in her parlor schedule. If you still want that ink a bit "late".

Ah. The ink...

[A pause.]

Remind me again how this magic of yours works?

It’s quite simple, really.

[… Well, what she explains of it, anyway.]

I infuse my ink with the spell in question… and once transferred to your skin, it sinks in and becomes a part of you. Once that happens… the effects are yours. Not your mind’s, of course, that would make them rather ineffective… but your body’s. They will react to whatever I have attuned them to…

In your case, “charm”, was it?

That's right...

Binding charms, specifically.

Anything that could slow me down or trap me.

[But mostly the trapping.]

Chaos should run free, don't you think?

And is that what you would have me think of you as?

"Sir Chaos"?

[She chuckles to herself, a husky little sound.]

I do hope chaos could slow down and be still long enough for my work... and for it to heal properly and set?

I take it that means you can do it?

That your tattoos can protect someone from charms?

[His presence curls like smoke.]

Aye. I can.

[Smoke meets smoke.]

That, you need not worry for.

So, can you tone down that chaos long enough to accept it properly?

[Once he actually says it... She's ready to go.]

Edited 2024-05-29 09:41 (UTC)