Owner of a Lonely Heart [10/2] Boom

[13:24] The Accursed stands there in the old lab, the one she'd originally made all for him, and is hunched over something on the center table. What was once a work desk has become an impromptu autopsy table.

A body lies there. Cold, dead, lifeless, even tranquil. Its face however is covered in a folded white cloth. The gills that line the corpse's neck are barely visible, as is the spill of jet black hair from under the covering.

She stands there, scalpel in hand, and can only stare at the body of her once-husband. The one that had made so many promises to her. Ardith doesn't even stir as Famfrit enters.
(Ardith Illarian)
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[13:27] As it starts, Famfrit would wander his way in. Paper and quill in hand. Writing wasn't something he often did but! He had a fantastic reason.

"I'm glad it's finally happening.

But, we need to be quick, Elyon wishes to interrogate me for... reasons unknown. We're best to finish our jobs and leave."

He'd continue to scribble on his paper, names and reasons would messily fill the paper.
(Famfrit Illarian)
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[13:33] "You and me both," she says softly, which usually isn't part of anything she does. Soft. She holds the scalpel aloft, admires it, then...

Puts it aside.

That tool would be too delicate and kind for this traitor. Instead she takes her clawed hand lifts it high, and plunges it into his chest. Where he was weak, his heart had been strong. Illyothium, Arcanium, various other metals and the finest runework she could muster.

She doesn't care for the condition of his other viscera. Bones snap, muscle tears, and she yanks it free.

Ardith had labored so hard over it. She would be damned if anyone else got their hands on it.

"...If you need to get somewhere to lie low, go. I won't keep ya here where ya might be harmed. I need- I have to finish this. There's a safe house I been keepin' on the mountain."
(Ardith Illarian)
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[13:38] He'd put down his own work to observe Ardith's. The utter disregard for anything that might be there was so very fun to watch. Truth be told Famfrit would rather just... explode the corpse and have her grab the heart from the refuse.

But, oh well, the trash was still being dealt with.

"We're in this together, Ardith. You know that. I'll stay with you for as long as I can."

A sigh comes from underneath his mask, a lot of wasted effort for Nym. A lot of wasted effort for everyone.

May as well reveal all his plots and watch Elyon squirm. There was hardly a pure soul in Gehenna and the chieftains would find it out soon enough.
(Famfrit Illarian)
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[13:44] She admires the heart in her hand in a way she couldn't admire the scalpel. If she'd wanted to, she could've made it better. He could've been healed. Even his brother had the power in his own hands to save him.

But he never used it. He never moved until that kitsune was put in the line of fire.

Selfless. What a funny, funny word he used...

"I know...That's why I treasure ya. You're here for me. He's not."

Sors had been right too. He was bound to betray her. He wanted death more than he wanted to be with her and his own family.

"...Should I leave it here. Or bring it up for feedin' somethin'. It'd be the most useful he ever fuckin' was."
(Ardith Illarian)
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[13:50] "Leave it. We'll retreat to the mountain /now/ and anything else we want to do can be dealt with later."

It was way more fitting, wasn't it? The heart was hardly used, and Famfrit had seen how much went into it. Months, maybe a year? Constant work being put into it so the Hirai might have a chance to live.

Yet like his brother they stood idle. Letting the world close in around them and stagnation to take hold of them.

"Do you need a potion?"
(Famfrit Illarian)
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[13:50] Ardith Illarian says, "...No. Lemme grab anythin' I mighta' left."