phantasmalrift | It drips down my throat

Who: Letitia Genesister, OPEN
What: Plants and honey and words
When: Early April
Where: Level 2/The Magic Lab
Warnings: Letitia, possible horror, Fallen London, possible drugs, etc.

[Level 2]

[That smell. Its brimstone and fire. And its where the plants are! Oh dear, oh dear.

There is indeed a row of plants that are now on fire when you come to see what is happening. Its quite thick and hot, and there's nothing nearby to put it out. Indeed, it seems that whoever caused this put all watering implements as far away as possible.

Which makes no sense, except...is that flower blooming? In the fire?]

[Kitchen]

[There is a brand new item hanging around in the cabinets. There are three small jars filled with a viscous golden substance. Upon popping open the jars, you find that it's honey!...very lovely-smelling honey. There is a small note on each jar that says to help yourself, so...maybe you will. You do find, should you eat it that it is delicious...

(Eating this may have effects. Not that the person who put the honey there will tell you that.)]

[Magic]

[Letitia is in the Lab, working on....well, Astolfo and Akira will definitely know. Its the same type of strange inscriptions from when she was trying to heat her food up, and yet they are different from before. What could they mean?

Whatever they are, the lady is concentrated on them, perfect brows furrowed deep in thought. Perhaps she could benefit from help.]

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I must.

[If he does look, he might see that some symbols are very similar, even if he doesn't exactly know how.]

Even if it doesn't have so much power here, it's imperative I continue this.

...Why?

[Dare he ask?]

Because some things cannot be stopped.

[Is that vague enough for you?]

[Why are you this way.]

What things?

Only the important things.

[She gives him a toothy smile.]

Come now. I do nothing that would jeopardize, only benefit, if you are truly worried.

[He’s not convinced.]

Benefiting who, exactly?

Everyone.

[There is a happiness in her tone at this.]

Wouldn't it be nice for things to be improved, eventually?

I find myself questioning what you consider improvement.

Oh? And why would you think that?

You’re being so ... [He narrows his eyes.] ominously vague.

Is that so?

[She chuckles.]

Oh, it's hardly ominous. But what in the world do you think is being planned? Perhaps I can at least confirm or assuage your fears if you tell me.

[He shrugs, he hadn't thought that far ahead.]

I don't know. Something to do with souls, probably.

[It's always something to do with souls.]

[Interesting.

Letitia's expression betrays nothing.]

That is a strange thought for you to have, isn't it? I have no interest in everyone's soul.

[And it is not technically a lie.]

I remember that other guy talking about souls, so...

[The only other demon on this station. That guy.]

Strange of you to specify "everyone's".

Its true. I can't say I know why you're so suspicious of me when I say that. I have no reason to lie.

[Not technically a lie either.]

So you're interested in some people's souls?

[The smallest hint of a wider smile.]

There are some very beautiful souls here. They should be properly protected from that which could despoil them.

Edited 2018-04-13 15:18 (UTC)

[Whilst that is a creepy answer, he finds himself entirely focused on the wrong part of it.]

Beautiful?

[She lets out a breath and looks down.]

Yes. Souls are all quite lovely to look at, but some are...art to behold. Marble sculpted. A canvas painted.

[She goes back to etching. The marks glow red.]

An aria of the shape of a body, yet without form. Those that transcend the normal, those are beautiful. I admire those. I behold them. So I wish to preserve them as one does art!

[Much less of a lie. She is a devil, after all. Her nature can't be fully contained.]

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[Oh.

She's one of those types.

It'd be wise to back away now, but he can't help the nagging curiosity:]

So who's souls are like that?

It is up to interpretation. Just like any art.

[She goes back to the sigil. That, she seems, she will say nothing further on.]

Don't you think?

Edited 2018-04-13 19:45 (UTC)

I guess...

[He tries putting it another way:]

Which ones do you think are the prettiest?

[Her smile is wry, but she shrugs.]

Oh, now. I wouldn't burden you with such trifling things.

[He whines.]

Come on! I want to know!

[She simply smiles.]

I'm afraid that is something I keep my own counsel on.

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