Also no metagaming! Sure she's a little off in game and has a scent, but so do Dustmen and a lot of people. I can come up plausible reason for almost any made up reason within Sigil you come up with, so don't try it. Keep it fair, I'll keep it fair. Everyone has more fun!
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[align=center]Do you still remember when they thought you sane?[/align]
You're not real she thought. But it was a voice that kept coming back over and over again. At least this time it didn't obscure her vision with anything unreal... or did it? Would she know if the corpse she was dissecting wasn't infact part of her imagination? Her bloodied right hand stopped with the scalpel cut midway to consider it. Lifting her left one to look down at it. The wooden palm soaked in blood, still stiff fingers having difficulty to replace normal hands... still it could not be helped.
[align=center]Of course I am real. I have always been with you, have I not?[/align]
She had no ready retort. Looking at the damp sewer-esque surrounding she was using to cut open the poor goblin shaman that had come across her path, and not even for a moment had she spent to give it any form of sympathy or empathy. She thought once more No, you're not real. No one else can hear you either. she heard an amused cackle. Which infuriated her more as she thought Besides I don't need you, just leave me alone.
[align=center]Oh but you do need me. Was it not my idea to look for the origin inside the bodies?[/align] the voice savored her disgruntled admittance, or did it? It was difficult for her to know really [align=center]Besides, the others just don't know how to listen. Unlike you, they do not show potential.[/align]
Of course the voice was right, it had persuaded her to look for how to dissect the parts which makes them able to do magic and use her alchemy to brew raw magic essence to use with her gloves. It was always messy and she still wasted a lot of the bodies to achieve it. Fine... she thought, but this is the last one, I don't want to do this anymore.
[align=center]Of course my darling. Just like the last one. And the one before that. Face it, you're good at it, and it makes you more powerful. Besides, it's only the spellcasters... they're the reason why you're in that condition anyway.[/align]
This time she snapped out loud "Shut up! Just shut up!" and the voice cackled. As her focus was drawn within she failed to notice the right hand with the scalpel kept cutting deeper on, it was hard for her to feel things with the hands. After all, they were made of wood and only listened to her mental commands so far. This caused her to curse inwardly more.
[align=center]Careful now, don't waste it. Here... let me help you.[/align]
The goblin corpses hand moved to pull the hand back, it couldn't have done it as it was dead and struct by rigor mortis. Helping L to cut itself steadily. Of course none of this truly happened, and the absurdity of it didn't strike peculiar to her at all. It was just another day in her screwed up life, and while she hated the voice... she also appreciated the help it was giving her.
After the gruesome task was done, two small vials worth of what she dubbed "magic juice" had been extracted. She slotted the fresh vials into her glowing gloves which each had three slots available.
[align=center]I think we're ready to try something bigger next. First that Hiver mage, now goblins? We're scraping dirt here... we can do better.[/align]
Something twisted her stomach. Perhaps it was the iron scent of the blood fresh in the air, perhaps the thought of the murder a couple of weeks back. But then, she had not heard anything about it. However the voice was definitely right, the goblins were disgusting and smelly creatures, she would rather not keep cutting them if she could avoid it. Okay... but just this once. she thought.
[align=center]Of course my darling, just this once...[/align]
