TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"Everything's fine. Still not quite so monotonous that I resent having missed the breach."

He's mentioning the Jacob situation over his colder, deader body.

[greatoldjohn]

John has no idea and will continue to have no idea. This is just how things go.

"I don't remember much of it now. I mean, if I want to be a fox, I'd just be a fox. The whole thing was... weird."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"That's the general impression I've been getting."

He hesitates a moment.

"...Speaking of 'just being' some other creature, I'd like you to ask the Admiral for something on my behalf, on the understanding that it would be a gift for a third party."

[greatoldjohn]

That has him perking up.

"Sure," he says immediately. "What do you need?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"An amulet - the Corvid Token," Astarion says. "A trinket we came across back home. It bestows the ability to polymorph the wearer into a raven."

[greatoldjohn]

"Does it do anything else?"

He holds up both hands.

"That's not no. I just don't want to get surprised by anything."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Ah - Feather Fall, I believe. The slow-falling spell I showed you in the Enclosure. But that's all."

[greatoldjohn]

A quick nod.

"I'll put in the request after the movie." A pause. "And nothing for you?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"No, thank you."

He reaches out to get the movie cued up and ready to go.