[ Well, Albedo, here comes the immense feather guy into your lab with a bunch of pretty little vials full of long-dried blood. They're marked apart by little strips of ribbon tied around their necks, all different colors -- under his arm he's also got some sheaves of paper, and a little satchel with... something or other in there.
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]
date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]