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| ====== Poison-maker ====== | ====== Poison-maker ====== |
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| Deep blue veins shine through the thin layer of [[draft:ratpoisonpaste|paste]] coating the poisonmaker's hands, illuminated by a smoldering mass of {fat}, as her sharpened claws trace spiderweb patterns across the leaf's surface. Off-green droplets barely have a chance to bead up in the tracks before {gathered up, stored.} As she works, an airy metronome {internal, keeps them in time}{external, makes itself known through careful observation}; 1 (turn away) 2 (breathe in) 3 (breathe in) 4 (turn back) 1 (hold) 2 (scrape) 3 (hold) 4 ({gather}) 1 (breathe...) 2 (out...) 3 (breathe in) 4 (turn aw- A metallic ringing clashes through the symphony, carrying a familiar {smell} {that draws forth machine elves.} The old woman {stumbles} up from her chair and gets into position {in front of the fainting chair} before the {poison} carries her away {need to know what the trip looks like for this part.} {do i want to go off on some sort of "this was her 420th time doing this, super long and dangerous now, leave it uncertain if she'll wake up" type shit?} | Deep blue veins shine through the thin layer of [[draft:ratpoisonpaste|paste]] coating the poisonmaker's hands, illuminated by a smoldering mass of {fat}, as her sharpened claws trace spiderweb patterns across the leaf's surface. Off-green droplets barely have a chance to bead up in the tracks before {gathered up, stored.} As she works, an airy metronome {internal, keeps them in time}{external, makes itself known through careful observation}; 1 (turn away) 2 (breathe in) 3 (breathe in) 4 (turn back) 1 (hold) 2 (scrape) 3 (hold) 4 ({gather}) 1 (breathe...) 2 (out...) 3 (breathe in) 4 (turn aw- A metallic ringing clashes through the symphony, carrying a familiar {smell} {that draws forth machine elves.} The old woman {stumbles} up from her chair and gets into position {in front of the fainting chair} before the {poison} carries her away {need to know what the trip looks like for this part.} {do i want to go off on some sort of "this was her 420th time doing this, super long and dangerous now, leave it uncertain if she'll wake up" type shit?} |
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| {metronome means they don't use respirators. why? inhaling poison gives them visions, it's known to be bad but most poisonmakers come to enjoy it} | {metronome means they don't use respirators. why? inhaling poison gives them visions, it's known to be bad but most poisonmakers come to enjoy it} |
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| | {poisonmakers are medical in general, poison needing care is new} |
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| {are poisonmakers isolated and fucked up or do they occupy a mystic role?} | {are poisonmakers isolated and fucked up or do they occupy a mystic role?} |
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| {is ratfolk society prewar?} | {is ratfolk society prewar?} |
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| | astrology skil from space book, but only works while under influence of drug |
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