Caetano brands Taleila, Taleila brands Bohij

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "I need to make the brand-er?"

You nod your head emphatically.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "The stick thang?"

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "The branding iron."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Okay heh."

You point accusingly at a sturdy iron forge.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Do you know how to forge, or...?"

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "I wont need to."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Magics."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Alright."

Caetano winks knowingly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say to Caetano with a lilting, Delosian accent, "You see her brand?"

You have emoted: Taleila nods in Emiya's direction.

Caetano nods his head emphatically.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "I approve."

Caetano beings focusing elemental fire between his hands shaping it into an intense ball of liquid
heat. Removing a large piece of iron from his rift Caetano slowly adds the simple commodity to the
liquid elemental fire super heating it into a molten liquid.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "I hit it with a bit of Necromantic essence so that when
she changes forms, it stays, and it'll stay blackened."

Removing a pyramid crystal from the rift, Caetano swiftly adds it to the elemental fire causing it
to fracture almost completely destroying it but it just barely holds its shape.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Please dont, i dont know how itll affect the magics
and poison."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "I meant Emiya's. that's what I did to Emiya's."

Caetano carefully starts to force the iron to pour itself over the fractured crystal, filling its
cracks and giving it solid form once more.

Comprehension flashes across Caetano's face.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Seen."

As the iron and crystal meld and start to form a permanent bond, Caetano he removes a purple ink
from his rift and dips the tip of the ironed crystal into it, drawing the ink into the remaining
crystal.

The elemental fire begins to fade away, Caetano summons forth a floating pool of water
midair. Drawing some liquid voyria from his rift he adds it to the water and waits for the venom to
mix, mingle, and contaminate the water.

Satisfied with the solution before him, Caetano begins manipulting the ironed crystal through the
pool, dousing it. With the Elemental fires and waters now completely gone you can't help but notice
the heat still radiating from the crystal as if it were still on fire.

You remove a tight, revealing shirt of blood-red satin.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "There."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Ill have to use magic to manipulate it, lest it brand
my hands."

You nod your head emphatically.

Caetano laughingly says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "And by brand i mean completely burn away."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Clearly."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Do you want to be seated or leaning over?"

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Seated would probably be best, that way I don't like,
fall over or something?"

Caetano nods his head emphatically.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Aye."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Sit, lets get to it, before I break this thing."

You have emoted: Taleila pulls out a chair and takes a seat in it sideways, leaving her back and
right side easily accessible.

Caetano beings by roughing out the general shapes starting with the mermaids hair all the way down
to its fishtail, the design molding perfectly with the scales already present. A slight hiss of
burning skin is heard as the tip of the crystal-brand makes contact with flesh.

You have emoted: Taleila holds perfectly still, not even flinching against the hiss and acrid scent
of her flesh being burned. She takes slow, even breaths.

As the rough outline takes shape, Caetano begins focusing on the small details. Giving the mermaids
body shape and substance. A wicked grin upon her face and necromantic symbols cover her body. The
smell of burning flesh is pervading the air with the faintest aroma of rot mixed in.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "The rot smell is from the voyria, it will arrest the
healing, hopefully enough to let the colour sink in some."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Im hoping for a medium to deep violet personally."

Caetano begins to sweat from the strain of controlling the crystal. Moving to the mermaids hands he
gives her glorious battleaxes, one for each hand. Caetano presses harder with the crystal over the
steel blades of the axes the burning hiss growing stronger with smoke rising from yours burning
skin.

You have emoted: Taleila continues to focus on keeping her breathing light and even, so as not to
disrupt the process. She gives a weak breath of a laugh.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Yeah, voyria makes it interesting. I suppose it'd be
smart to not use my healing tinctures on this one, then."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "I believe waiting for a few days before any
applications would be best here. Just drink for the pain."

Caetano nods his head slowly, looking very wise.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "The pain doesn't bother me."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Drink for fun then."

You smile impishly and say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Always do."

Caetano begins working on the final details of the mermaids tail, adding scales and line work where
needed.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Keep holding still, gonna add a dead mermaid beneath
her still."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Yep. just make sure her chest is splayed open, like she's
been Vivisected."

Caetano brings the crystal brand back closer to himself and removing a red ink from his rift.
Carefully he dips the crystal into the red ink, letting it draw inside to mingle with what little
purple is left.

Caetano focusing the crystal-brand back towards your back he begins the branding once more.

The shape of a fallen mermaid becomes apparent as Caetano continues the process. The details begin
to take shape, cuts and a dismembered hand, chest splayed open and organs visible within. Even a
lifeless gaze upon her face.

You have emoted: Taleila continues to focus on keeping her breathing light and even, and remaining
perfectly still.

Bohij arrives from the east.
A spectre of the Shadow Court looses a loud, ear-piercing shriek as he levels his hate-filled gaze
upon Bohij.

Bohij inclines his head politely.

Caetano pauses over his artwork, poking and brushing the crystal in a few places before sighing
with completion.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Stinky flesh yo."

You have emoted: Taleila lets out a soft, excited giggle, then laughs outright.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Yeah, burning flesh isn't the greatest smell in the world
."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "You know I thought this damn crystal wouldnt make the
full brand and I would have to make a new one hehe."

Caetano flinches as the crystal and iron explode in a flash of light and searing heat. Nothing left
but dust and small flects of ink floating to the ground.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Well damn...."

Caetano gives a pained sigh.

"Heh heh heh," Bohij chuckles.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Should we bandage this?"

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "A new brand? What is this one of?"

You have emoted: Taleila laughs as the crystal and iron explode.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Aye, bandage, but nothing to heal it for a few days."

You nod your head emphatically.

You have emoted: Taleila pulls out some large swaths of cloth, handing then to Caetano.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I might be interested in a brand."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Hard to bandage myself, with where it is."

Caetano nods his head emphatically.

You say to Bohij with a lilting, Delosian accent, "An Infernal Mermaid, with battleaxes.. and her
vivisected counterpart."

Caetano begins gently wrapping your back in fresh bandages, wrapping it tightly about the torso and
securing it around the front.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "That sounds cool as shit."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "I know!"

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "It was actually quite hot."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Caetano gave me the Mermaid idea."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Fire and all."

Bohij rolls his eyes at Caetano.

You have acted: Taleila carefully pulls a tight, revealing shirt of blood-red satin back on, moving
gingerly at first.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I had a strategy I tested in the arena, but Mokam beat me down
before it could go into full effect."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Yeah?"

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Using feed to cause starvation."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say to Bohij with a lilting, Delosian accent, "What kind of brand are you thinking?"

You see the following people here:
Emiya, Caetano, Bohij, Taleila

Emiya grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Not sure. Haven't put much throught into it yet."

You give Emiya a peck on the cheek.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Bohij inclines his head politely.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Well when you figure it out, let me know."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I had one Idea but it seemed a bit... corny."

You tilt your head curiously.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Tell me."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Just a word "Overcome"."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Where at?"

Bohij ponders the situation.

You look long and hard at Bohij, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Across your chest."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Not on the face, I am not that desperate for attention."

Bohij nods his head emphatically.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I was thinking the same."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Either of you ink boar? Mine has faded."

You nod your head emphatically.

You remove 1 purple ink, bringing the total in the rift to 112.
You remove 2 red ink, bringing the total in the rift to 286.

You gather together the inks that are needed in order to create the boar tattoo.
You gather the dry inks together in one hand, mixing them together into a morass of colour.
Raising your hand to your mouth, you begin to gently blow the inks into the air.
The ink momentarily swirls above Bohij's torso and then begins to adhere.
Concentrating, you force the ink to begin forming into the shape of a boar.
As the boar tattoo's shape is codified on the torso of Bohij, the last of the ink leaves the air
and you pause for a moment to admire your handiwork.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Thank you."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say to Bohij with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Do you want colour in it, or do you want me to
hit it with some Necromantic essence and char it?"

Bohij strokes his chin.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "The latter I suppose."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "It would stand out more."

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Also, do you want me to do it freehand--which tends to be
more painful and takes longer-- or do you you want me to make an actual branding iron--maybe two,
one for OVER and one for COME...?"

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Freehand."

Caetano tells you, "I will pay you to do OVER and CUM."

Bohij removes an ivory-buttoned cassock with cobalt detail.

You tell Caetano, "I was hoping he'd pick the latter, so I could accidentally do "Come Over"."

Bohij removes a comfortable black tunic.

Caetano tells you, "Hahahahha."

Bohij puts an ivory-buttoned cassock with cobalt detail into a canvas backpack.

Bohij puts a comfortable black tunic into a canvas backpack.

You tell Caetano, "We're terrible."

You have emoted: Taleila rises from her chair and motions for Bohij to have a seat.

Caetano tells you, "Were the best."

You tell Caetano, "I know! hehe."

Bohij paces slowly over and has a seat.

You have emoted: Taleila unsheathes her dagger and ponders it for a moment. She sucks thoughtfully
on her teeth and returns the weapon to it's sheath before moving over to the forge.

Caetano drifts away from the conversation, lost in his daydreams.

You have emoted: Taleila begins setting out a few iron bars and tools, tossing some coal into the
forge. She pulls on a pair of thick, wyrm hide gloves before breathing a large jet of fire to light
the forge. She works the bellows to fire it up nicely as she ponders over the tool she will need to
make.

Bohij watches intently with cold, dead eyes, mentally preparing himself for the intense pain ahead.

You have emoted: After a brief moment, Taleila moves and tosses the iron bars into the flames,
easily smelting the metal before using some of her tools to pull the molten iron from the flames.
She quickly picks up her hammer and begins pounding out the branding tool she'll need to perform
the task.

You have emoted: Working quickly, Taleila easily moves the metal in and out the flames, reheating
the tool as necessary, pounding away with her hammer to bring it to just the right shape. After
several long moments, she smirks with satisfaction, and she plunges the tool into the nearby water
barrel, cooling the metal quickly before bringing it back to the heat of the forge. She heats the
metal again, tempering it a final time before plunging it once again into the water.

Bohij slowly lifts an inky black turban decorated with a gem from his head, and sets it aside.

You have emoted: Taleila lays the newly forged branding tool on the workbench nearby as she pulls
off the thick gloves. She takes up the tool, itself looking like a sinister metal stake, once more
as she turns to face Bohij. She grabs a nearby stool and places it in front of Bohij's chair and
takes a seat.

Bohij closes his eyes and breathes deeply in anticipation.

You have emoted: Setting the tool down for a brief moment, Taleila pulls a thin, heat-resistant
glove onto her hand. She looks at Bohij as she picks the tool up again.

You say to Bohij with a lilting, Delosian accent, "You ready?"

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I am."

Caetano says in a modulated, honeyed voice, "Gotta poof, have funs!"

Caetano grows still and his lips begin to move silently.

Caetano waves and says "Goodbye!"

Bohij inclines his head politely at Caetano.

Caetano is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns
to Achaea.

You have emoted: With a slight nod, Taleila turns slightly to the side, breathing a steady stream
of fire on the end of the tool, heating it to a blazing red colour. "Stay completely still. Breathe
as lightly as possible, and try to keep your breaths even," she orders. She begins pressing the red-
hot tool to the flesh on the left side of Bohij's chest, being extra careful in case of flinching.

Bohij's face twists into an expression of utter agony as a restrained groan rattles its way from
his throat. Despite this, he remains completely still.

You have emoted: Taleila's eyebrows raise in mild surprise, but she continues, carefully placing
the tool again and again to make the lettering perfect. After she finishes the 'O' she quickly
reheats the tool and moves on the next letters. She repeats the process again and again, moving
from the left side of the chest, finishing the R just to the left of the breastbone. At this point,
she stops for a moment. "Do you need a break?"

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "No... keep going."

You have emoted: Taleila gives a silent nod and continues, reheating the tool once again and
placing a letter C just to the right of the breastbone. The last four letters seem to go by quickly
as Taleila continues with practiced movements, heating the iron when between letters. She finishes
with the letter 'E' on the far right side of Bohij's chest, and she sits back for a moment, to have
a good look.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Alright, don't move yet."

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Okay."

Bohij breathes in full, deep breaths, eyes glazed-over with residing tears of pain.

You have emoted: Taleila gets up and tosses the tool into the water barrel beside the forge,
pulling the glove from her hand and retrieving a vial from her pack. She turns back, moving the
stool from in front of Bohij, and stares down at him, pouring a fair amount of salve from the vial
into her palm. She begins rubbing the salve into the branding marks, and she does so, she utters a
few dark, evil-sounding words, their harsh sounds almost causing physical pain as you hear them. As
she speaks the words, her eyes glow dark crimson-black, and the fresh wounds on Bohij's chest
quickly heal over, leaving blackened and charred letters where the fresh wounds once were.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "The salve should help pull the heat out.. it's got
several different things in it... it's a homemade tincture. Curare for numbing, amongst other
things... I use it on my own brands... Can't use it on the one Caetano just gave me, since he used
a different method than I'm used to."

Bohij lets loose a long sigh of relief as he slumps against the back of the chair, clearly drained
from enduring the process.

Bohij draws a deep breath.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "Thank you, Taleila."


Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Anytime."

Bohij gazes wistfully at the markings on his chest, slowly tracing their edges with his fingers.

Bohij says in a deadened voice, "I am glad Caetano left for that. You and Mokam are already
familiar with how weak I am behind my facade."

You tilt your head curiously.

You say with a lilting, Delosian accent, "Caetano wouldn't judge."

Bohij lifts an inky black turban decorated with a gem over his head and slowly lowers it, twisting
it slightly to give it a snug fit.

Bohij takes a comfortable black tunic from a canvas backpack.

Bohij takes an ivory-buttoned cassock with cobalt detail from a canvas backpack.

Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Bohij slips his arms into each sleeve of a comfortable black tunic, slowly letting it fall down to
cover his chest and mid-section.

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
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Bohij wraps an ivory-buttoned cassock with cobalt detail around himself, slowly buttoning it up
before regaining his straight posture.