There are no complaints. The Orphanage to Pol stands strong and shelters orphaned children of all kinds from across the Drabwurld. The Eaglais na Solais is well on its way to its radiant completion.
[His tone is perfectly level, no different from usual—and no wavering in it can be detected. Supposedly this is great since he's fucking covering for himself]
I am not offering you a bum deal, Dorian Gray. Its potency and effects have already been assured.
The trace of what is inside me rejects life itself, Dorian. It is a curse engineered to wear away at human life. In regards to what it feels like, what it is? I suppose you would have to test that for yourself. You may taste a drop of my blood, and see what happens—if anything at all. I would leave that to you.
[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.
But yes, Dorian Gray, I am offering you blood that has come into contact with the Holy Grail, the "Void" of one world, for your information on the Void. What do you say?
[Silence crackles over their devices. A low murmur of city streets carries through, the sounds of life and movement muffled by the window. But Dorian says nothing.
Then:]
You clearly need more practice trading on the underground. I'll need to sample the goods before I agree to a deal.
Come to dinner with me tonight. We'll see if you're offering the good stuff.
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voice;
Kirei Kotomine has such a beautiful voice.]
And your church and orphanage?
voice;
There are no complaints. The Orphanage to Pol stands strong and shelters orphaned children of all kinds from across the Drabwurld. The Eaglais na Solais is well on its way to its radiant completion.
voice;
Dorian sets his fingers over the compass, prepared to turn it off.]
Contact me again when you have something you think I'll trade for it.
voice;
He would be surprised if he wasn't expecting this. He sends another voice message to him shortly after, with a bold, firm, and serious answer:]
Cursed blood.
voice;
Whose?
voice;
[His tone is perfectly level, no different from usual—and no wavering in it can be detected. Supposedly this is great since he's fucking covering for himself]
I am not offering you a bum deal, Dorian Gray. Its potency and effects have already been assured.
Re: voice;
voice;
voice;
When you came to the Void, did the Void come in you?
voice;
Did the Void come inside me? Is that what you mean?
voice;
voice;
If it has "touched" me in another way, I imagine I would not know.
voice;
voice;
My Servant tainted my blood with the contents of the Holy Grail.
voice;
You'd think the Holy Grail wouldn't go about cursing things.
voice;
voice;
voice;
What contaminated him contaminated me, because of our link. Mere human beings are not Servants, so a bit of the contents still mixes with my blood.
voice;
And how are you still walking around with it?
voice; 1/2
[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.
voice; 2/2
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Then:]
You clearly need more practice trading on the underground. I'll need to sample the goods before I agree to a deal.
Come to dinner with me tonight. We'll see if you're offering the good stuff.
no subject
[Claim what you will, Dorian Gray.]
Give me a place, and a time. As you know, I will be there. [If he picks someplace easy for him to teleport to...]
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I'll supply the knives.
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