7Rings PCs: Mollymauk

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W3: Friday

[sistocracy]

[In the Biome Garden, Lenore can be found picking some flowers and arranging them in a glass jar she's set down on one of the benches. It's a vaguely goth-looking arrangement, with roses in black, white, and deep red.]

[When she sees Mollymauk nearby, she offers him a faint smile.]

Don't mind me. Feel free to come and sit.

[headmt]

[Oh!! Pretty. Molly looks a bit admiring at the flowers, looking back up at her! They kinda match him.]

Of course, of course. Ah-- something of a weird request. May I see your hands?

[Holding his out, both.]

It's silly, really. Stupid compulsion.

[sistocracy]

[lenore glances up with a questioning look, but...]

Well, I suppose if it'll put your mind at ease...

[she stands up straight, turns away from the flowers, and places her hands in his, palms up.]

[they're mostly clean, with no injuries or scratches. there's a slight stain of green on her fingertips and under her long nails, from handling the flower stems. there's also the lust tattoo on the back of one hand, and a ring on her right index finger.]

[headmt]

[i really fucking hate to do this because this is also like.

our first PC thread.

but then he lifts them to smell them too.]

I can explain later. I really can.

[sistocracy]

[molly why]

[fortunately, lenore isn't easily offended. she's just kind of fascinated and amused at this.]

This is certainly a unique way to greet someone.

[lenore generally smells faintly of jasmine and wine. but right now, her hands probably just smell like the plants she's handling.]

[headmt]

It's not my best first impression, I'll give you that.

[He gives her a gentle smooch on the knuckles and then lets her go.]

I'll try and do better next time.

[sistocracy]

[she just smiles and takes her hands back.]

I'm sure mine wasn't much better.

[tasting the splattered blood in the elevator...]

So maybe we're even?

W3 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[molly is just vibing somewhere, cat on his lap, petting it furiously with the expression of a man (?) trapped doing something he doesn't quite know how to deal with. It's fine.]

Ah-- Lenore. So that explains the hands. So at least I have an excuse now.

[sistocracy]

It does, yes. That was a very clever trap. [she gives him a little smile.]

...But in the end... you still didn't want to vote for Law.

[headmt]

I-- [he shakes his head.] No. I like Law.

[And he reaches up to toy with one the jewels hanging off his horns, thinking it over.]

And I don't think he'd have repeated the crime, either.

[sistocracy]

No... He wouldn't. I think he had a good reason for what he did.

[headmt]

... He'd thought Douman had killed Steven, correct?

[sistocracy]

Probably.

But... even if that's not true, there still may have been a good reason.

W5 - Monday

[sistocracy]

[At the spa, Lenore can be found looking over the items laid out on the makeup table, picking up some nail polish bottles and holding them up to see.]

I never imagined there'd be so many colours...

[but as she's examining one, she looks past it to see that molly is nearby.]

Oh, Mollymauk. Come to see what they have to offer?

[headmt]

[Immediately coming to sit down! He's just. in a robe. Barely. But that's probably fine. not like everyone hasn't seen everything at trial anyway. Going to pick through the colors too, some sparkling gold, or a shiny red.]

You any good at this? The nails?

[sistocracy]

I wouldn't say I'm good at it. But I've tried it before.

[she's considering a shiny pink one now, looking unsure.]

My sister always wears such bold colours, but I'm not sure I could pull it off.

[headmt]

[He snorts, spinning the top off the gold.]

I don't think I'd know anything about shying away from colorful. Sort of born into it, as it were.

[sistocracy]

[she gives a short chuckle to that.]

I'd been meaning to ask, actually, and I hope it's not too rude... but what are you, exactly? I overheard that you're a 'tiefling,' but I'm afraid I'm not familiar.

[headmt]

Overheard the tiefling thing already? Shame. Gotten away with "dragon" a few times now.

[just starting to paint a claw gold, idly.]

Just means I'm what I am. Horns, tail, charming personality. Fire resistance. Some folks have got the hooves, I don't have the hooves.

W7 - THURSDAY

[headmt]

[hi lenore! welcome to the void. Or rather, he's just waving her down after a bit.]

. . . Your hand alright? Or I suppose it isn't, because it's missing.

[sistocracy]

[lenore gives a small laugh.]

That it is. It doesn't hurt, or anything. Except maybe my pride, for having lost it in such a ridiculous way.

[headmt]

How'd it happen?

[sistocracy]

A monster ate it. Sprang out of the floor, bit it off, and disappeared.

[and since he might be waiting for her to say she's joking...]

I know how absurd that sounds.

[headmt]

I think it says a lot about this place that it actually sounds exactly like something that would happen.

[A short huff. god. this place is so fucking wild.]

Maybe we can get it to spit it back up.

[sistocracy]

I'm not sure I want it back anymore. [gross.] Think I'd rather try to grow a new one.

Unfortunately, I've attempted that twice now, so... I may have to wait until I get my full power back. [and, in case that needs clarification:] Vampires can regenerate wounds naturally.