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Nami, 24

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cw: ooze, body horror/internal transformation/throat touching imagery

[rehandle]

[ It's after the festival, after the hootenanny. After he's given in, tried others, done everything he could to chase back the damage he's done. Still it comes, still the oilslick spill from elbow to fingertip each time he wipes it clean, the for now tender restless sensation of something in wanting out - something sated enough to settle, briefly, but not yet put to sleep.

And he knows what it is he's resisting. What it wants from him - has wanted since he denied himself back when he could still have fixed this without ever leaving their room.

A soft stroke of something at the base of his throat, inside, and the stab of frantic fear sends a thought out to her the second it materializes. ]

I need you

[klepto]

So much for fine.

[ she's not rushing towards anything, that's for sure. not after that attitude. ]

[rehandle]

I know [ Fuck. ] I know

Nami

[klepto]

I was told in no uncertain terms not to worry.

cw: body horror (ongoing potential for it throughout)

[rehandle]

Then don't worry.

[ Something paws at his abdominal wall. Gentle, touch like a purr. She'll be able to hear him this time. ]

Please.

[rehandle]

Do you work with brass at all?

[klepto]

I don't do the metalwork.
I just deliver packages and keep track of orders.
What do you need done?

[rehandle]

Two-fingered ring, design doesn't matter provided it's got a sturdy connecting bar. Doesn't necessarily have to be brass, but if it's going to be anything else I'd need to test the metal first.

[ An image shared, surprisingly clear for a memory, though it warps unsteadily through several different designs. ]

Can you find out how much something like that would set me back?

[klepto]

Less, maybe, if you could tell me how it'll be used.
These people don't seem to trade in berry so much as favors. And that's metal they won't be using on wagon wheels and knives and doorknobs.

[rehandle]

Once I've imbued with the right spellwork, I'll use it to make portals.

Toward The End, at intervals, 1/?

[rehandle]

[ He can't get her out of his head. Pushes her under the roil of tender and terrible noise and winces as she lurches out at him seconds or minutes or hours later, pushed to the surface by the tide. Clawing to the surface with the sound of her laugh, the feel of her touch, the heat of her hate. (Was it? Was it, Nami? Hate?)

She doesn't believe him. She's out of his reach. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone - ]

Nami

[rehandle]

Nami

[rehandle]

Nami

[rehandle]

[ Heard, blunt and aggrieved - ]

Nami.

[rehandle]

Nami.

okay I'll stop 5/5

[rehandle]

Nami.

(cw: death)

[klepto]

[ it takes time, but she finally snaps. ]

What? What do you want?

[ it takes everything she has not to snap back with her real frustrations. i sat next to your body. i remember how it smelled. ]

[rehandle]

Thank you.

[ Immediate. Immediate. Doesn't matter her tone, doesn't matter the implication.

And then he has to answer the question. He wasn't expecting to get this far. Lost for any answer that won't infuriate her, he drags the question under the noise and instead just says - ]

Hello.

[ You. ]

[klepto]

Well?

[ still waiting for an answer. this isn't a social call. not for her. ]

feb Somethingth... post-7th pre-rip

[rehandle]

I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?

[klepto]

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

[rehandle]

Because your intuition's too good for bullshit.

I want to donate my heart.

[klepto]

Absolutely not.

[rehandle]

I know. But there's only so much we can do to preempt this. Those of us who can handle it showing some willing might go some way to staving off whatever comes next.

[ It isn't why. It's part of why. He's doing his best to make it fit both needs. ]

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[lambencies]

Nami. Have there been any signs of the Void spreading into the caves?