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[Harrow is sitting on one of the massage beds, her little final fantasy buddy by her side and her sword laid out on the bed next to her. Occasionally she'll pat it and then react like she's been zapped.]

I don't know why we picked this room. It isn't as though you can soak. If you pass out there, you'll drown.

[Molly has.

his half a golf club. And is just flipping through his cards, still mostly dressed. His dick is currently contained, much to everyone's relief.]

There's still the ghost hands!

The ghost hands are not invited to touch my person.

They're pretty good at massage. And it's free. You might actually enjoy something you know.

They're really only once removed from a bone hand, if you think about it.

[The most disdainful eyeroll.]

Do not call spirit calling "only once removed" from what a bone adept does. They are entirely different disciplines, one far superior.

How so?

[Why the fuck would you do this to me.]

It's less academic; there's no theory to it, it's mostly wild guesswork. Even supposed experts barely have any sense of what they're doing, outside the incredibly rare River scholar. I've only met one spirit caller worth a damn in my entire life. The rest are just - toying with liminal spaces and spirit energy, hoping to hit on the desired results. Likely creating dangerous revenants as they go. And don't get me started on soul siphoning; not only is it incredibly irresponsible if done by lesser talents, by which I mean the entire school of practitioners of it, but it simply leads to laziness. If all you have to do is reach out and borrow some of your cavalier's life energy, you'll never develop decent fundamentals.

Even flesh magicians have more respect from me. There's little to interest one in meat, but at least it requires some technical prowess to execute properly. One must study it, not simply grasp blindly at things one cannot see.

[ he's just

nodding along

like he heard a single world harrow said ]

I see.

Don't get me started on those Eighth House fanatics and their sad little siphoning rituals that they're so proud of. Learn to replicate bone in perpetuity without a burst of external thanergy, now that's actually worth a little arrogance.

Unbelievable.

[ let it out girl ]

[getting up to go bang on the door]

Hello? I want to leave. Hello!

[Ignoring his theatrics, just continuing.]

And before you suggest it is because I do not have the aptitude - I'm better at siphoning than any necromancer the Eighth has ever produced, and better at spirit calling than nearly any other necromancer to ever live. And that is how I know it to be stupid.

On your advice, I will never attempt to call a spirit or do any sort of meat magic.

[Poking him.]

You do blood magic already. Too late. [Probably too late on the other thing, too!]

Blood isn't meat. It's different!

It's a subdiscipline of flesh magic. Which you would you if you'd studied the theory instead of cutting yourself with a razor.

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headmt - 2021-03-19 01:17 (UTC) - Expand

Oh here we go

I don't need a "massage" from ghost hands. Or any hands. I already did a face mask.

Did you know that it's possible to do two things that are good?

Did you know it's possible to do no things simply because someone else tells you to when you know you won't like it?

Won't know if you don't like if you never try it!

Curfew hour is a poor time to find out.

Is it the ghost part that's the issue? I bet someone'll rub your shoulders if you ask.

[Looks at Molly. Looks at Gu Yun. Looks at Wrath and Wrath's hands. Looks at Primrose a little more thoughtfully.]

. . . That's all right.