[ 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. ]
[There's a workbench (a dining room table, really) where... it's not that there's no clutter, it's that all the clutter has been pushed up against the wall. There's an assortment of notes pinned to the wall with thin spikes of yellow crystal. Instead of labware, he has Mason jars and wineglasses, along with a very crude still constructed from two jars, a garden hose, and some more crystalline growths.]
[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
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date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
Date: 2022-12-02 12:01 am (UTC)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. ]
Re: date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
Date: 2022-12-03 08:00 am (UTC)[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
Hm... looking a little jaundiced.