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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Firo stands at his work table, which currently stands itself behind the theater. He's staring at sets of powders and liquids, each measured out carefully, labeled, put in little stone jars or archaically designed bottles; several give off the occasional shimmer, though it could just be a trick of the light. He braces his hands against he table, staring at nothing, apparently lost in thought.]




[[This would be Firo, wondering whether or not he should compromise his moral sensibilities and make a batch of immortal-juice for the sake of the remaining Camorra members who aren't immortal themselves.]]

Comments

[contract_star]

What is it, then? [Reaches over and picks up a random bottle.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Reaches over to take it back] Healing stuff.

[contract_star]

[Playing keep away~] "Healing stuff," is it? Firo, you're not much of a liar.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Stops, glaring.] That's expensive. Pretty much can't replace it right now.

[contract_star]

I'm a very careful person.

[Pulls out the stopper to peer inside. At least he knows not to try and sniff it or something.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Put it down.

[contract_star]

Tell me what it is, first.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

On its own? Nothing but expensive.

[contract_star]

And with the rest of these?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Depends.

[contract_star]

On?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

What you mix it with.

[contract_star]

And which other ones here were you going to mix this one with?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Whichever ones I felt like.

[contract_star]

Like this one, for instance? [Snatches up another random one.] I'm not one for science. What would happen if I mixed these?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Crosses his arms, a vague smile on his face.]

[contract_star]

[Hei isn't that dumb. He smirks right back.] Maybe I should take them with me. For safe keeping.