( Is Violet just hiring servants to deliver things? Yes, obviously. Which is precisely why a handsome Dryad man was the one delivering the black box with a velvet bow to Sebastian's door (not that he could appreciate the artistry. Ugh.) And informing him it was a gift from "Lady Violet" with the message that he "needed something better than that ratty cloth on his face."
Inside was a replacement she apparently approved of. No need to thank her. )
[He does appreciate the artistry, though! He loves the soft feel of the velvet- it certainly makes it seem expensive, which tracks.
He scoffs as the man delivers her message.]
Of course she insults me even while giving me a gift.
[He assumed the servant knew her somehow, but he has no reply. Sebastian then remembers he has a gift for Violet, too, so makes the man wait while he finds it, then requests he take it back to her. It's certainly easier than Sebastian finding her.
He would have gotten her clothing, or an accessory of some sort, but he figures she's likely picky about stuff like that, and it's not like he knows anything about her style other than "rich", nor does he know what colours she typically wears. He will try to find this out in time. For now, he's gotten her a box of fancy chocolates from a local chocolatier, and a nice bottle of wine.]
Tell her thank you for the insult and the gift, and give her this, please.
That's right. [He probably did make an impression, didn't he? And the other man did answer to this particular channel, so it's good to know their conversation was also noted.]
Can you tell me where you are? I prefer to talk in person if that's reasonable.
Sure. I'm in my room on the third floor. The third door down from the stairs.
[To make it easy to find him, he gets up from bed and feels his way to the doorway, standing in the threshold, green hair a beacon that's easy to spot.]
[It's an easy set of directions, and even with his own caution going down the stairs, it doesn't take long at all before he spots Tox—identifiable not only thanks to his hair, but also those tattoos and the reflective arm.]
Tox, hello. Mind if I come in? [To be a little more specific about what he wants:] I'd like your opinions on a project I'm working on.
[His brow furrows a little in confusion- why would anyone want his opinion on... Anything? Usually he wouldn't trust it, but in this scenario where he's at such a disadvantage and food is scarce, the connections he makes could be the difference between life and death. At least, it feels that way to him.
So he steps aside, gesturing into the room.]
Sure. Come in.
[He follows Altius into the room, tracing his fingertips lightly along the wall to orient himself.]
[Altius steps in with a thank you, moving over to sit down on the nearest surface that seems best for it.]
Railings for the stairs and upper floors. I was already thinking about it before we met since my balance isn't the best either, but after that I decided I needed to actually do more than just consider it.
[He's spent too long feeling sorry for himself. It's time to do something meaningful.]
So I wanted to know if you had any thoughts about what you'd want from that sort of thing? Height or distance between supports or the like? I've already gotten some wood and set out some plans, but otherwise I'm still figuring out the details.
[He seems genuinely surprised by that, and needs to sort of push aside his feelings about it to address the question.]
Um, well... Probably about waist high? [He puts a hand up at his own waist, though realizes other people have different heights...] Or higher. And, uh, for the floors... Well, my cane mostly helps me pick up on stuff at ground-level, so if there was a sort of... Barrier on the floor, or at least some tactile indicator of nearing the edge, that would be helpful.
[Tox may not see his smile, but perhaps he'll be able to hear the hint of friendliness in his voice.]
It's only practical to consider our collective needs, hm? If I'm going to bother trying to do something about it.
[There's the sound of some shuffling as Altius pulls out his makeshift notebook and pencil, jotting down some brief notes as he speaks. Somewhere between their waist heights would probably be reasonable, and Tox looks about the same height as Dante, so that should be easy to measure...]
Ah, perhaps a lower cross bar of sorts... yes, that makes sense. [He's sure he's seen a few of those, even if the specifics escape him.]
[He does hear the smile, a little. It creates a different tone, one Seb hasn't heard in Altius' voice as of yet. He feels a little warm; it's possible his face is pinkening.]
Honestly didn't... Really expect anyone to give a shit.
[He huffs an awkward exhale that could maybe be considered some sort of laugh, sheepish and self-deprecating. His hands hug his elbows as he leans back against the wall, facing Altius.]
Maybe I should be more clear... A piece of wood or something lying directly on the floor, along the whole edge of the cliff, would be best for the cane, because it trails along the floor to detect obstacles. And I definitely want it to detect that ledge early, before I'm stepping out over it and only have railing to catch me.
[It reminds him a little of a girl he met in another world, cynical despite her age, asking him why he cared when nobody else did. He told her this: somebody has to.
With more scratching as he writes,]
Of course. Placing that more towards the inside, do you think? On the opposite sides of the cliffs and edges, rather than between supports.
[People haven't exactly been tripping over themselves to get close to him or help him, which is fair when he's as standoffish and awkward as he is. Ultimately, though, it boils down to a lack of self-worth, which has gotten a lot worse as of late.
He hears Altius writing, clearly putting a lot of thought into this. That's... Oddly heartening.]
Yeah. A little bit inside, to give me warning the edge is near, and then I can reach out for the rail with my hand.
[The need comes a little sooner than expected. Not even necessarily because he can't deal with the situation he's more or less created for himself, or that he's particularly worried about the consequences now that he has a clearer idea of the nature of their existence here... But even like this, he still needs sleep, and he'd like to not have to risk deleting whatever's near him as he tries to do it, though he's willing to give up certain things otherwise...
Rather than broadcast anything across the radios, when it's a reasonable hour one sleepless morning, he heads straight to the room where he may very well find a solution.]
[Tox tends to feel anxious when he wakes up in the morning, especially in a new place, especially newly blind. The transition between sleeping and waking is especially strange when you can't orient yourself by looking around, but he's adapted by using his hearing and touch. Using touch and having a spike of nervous energy in the morning usually leads him to tidy up his space and take an inventory of his things. He makes his bed perfectly and meticulously checks where all of his items are at present. After that, he usually does a workout routine, so this is what he's doing when Altius comes by. Pushups in a near-pristine room.
He pauses mid-pushup as he hears his name, and he recognizes it as Altius' voice, especially with the honorific attached.
He catches himself on a knee and lifts his head toward the door.]
[Tox may be able to tell even through the door that Altius doesn't have the kind of energy he has in the past days, where he's come to ask for a few things to take care of his friend's and partner's injuries. Though he's probably capable, he doesn't attempt to mask it, partly because he feels like it may help him to "display" it.]
I wanted to ask for your help with something. May I come in?
[He knows Altius has been going through some stressful stuff, with the injured states of his friend and his partner, and Tox wonders if one of them has worsened, probably the guy with wounds that won't heal. A concerned frown pulls at the corner of his lip as he stands up.]
Uh, come sit.
[He gestures to his perfectly-made bed, which he is not far from, so he goes and sits on it too.]
[He walks over and sits with a sigh. It's true that Fabian's condition is concerning, but at the very least they've been able to keep his wounds clean—and with the urge of the music passed, Dante's recovery is proceeding to the point he doesn't feel the need to stay at their side most of the day. That's part of why he's finally made his way here.]
I'm having significant trouble getting to sleep. You said you could create sedatives, yes?
Mmm, yes, but I usually make things like... Chloroform. Kind of heavy-handed for insomnia.
[This is the main issue he's running into with using his powers for medicinal purposes- he's trained to use them for neutralizing and killing enemies, not helping people. He's always thought of them all as toxins, not medicines, and the paradigm shift is taking some time to process.]
I want to help, though, so let me work on it. You'd want something you can take in pill or liquid form as needed, I assume?
Ha, I don't know that I'd mind something that instant...
[It would certainly cut down on the risks he's worrying the most about.]
But yes, whatever would be stable enough to measure. I imagine it would be harder to put something into a solid form, but you know your abilities better than I do.
Nitrous oxide would be safer than chloroform, but yeah, kind of hard to store and administer on your own. And yeah, liquids and gasses are easiest... Solids are probably possible but hard to make into pills.
A liquid sounds like the best solution, then. [chemistry joke...? no, he's not a nerd enough for that.]
Under normal circumstances, I would simply let the exhaustion eventually get to me, but... [An exhale through his nose.] It's less that I'm not getting enough rest, and more that it's taking too long to get to it.
His brow stays furrowed. Let the exhaustion get to him? Arsil. Sounds brutal.]
So, a liquid that helps you fall asleep faster. Let me work on it, see what I can do.
[He's realizing that helping people can actually be more intimidating than killing. What if he makes something intended to help and it has a profoundly negative consequence? He's no doctor and he's never done experimental trials on any of this. He only has his anecdotal experience, which is primarily concerned with whether a substance hurt someone or not, not whether it helped them.]
[Oh, you know, sometimes you just have to let it compound until you have no choice but to pass out... Not usually, but sometimes.
There's a pause as he considers. A quiet, bitter laugh leaves him, then a regretful sigh. Still, his tone stays light.]
... no, I suppose not. Between everything that's happened in the past two weeks, along with what I was already dealing with... it's starting to get to me.
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gift delivery
Date: 2025-12-30 07:06 pm (UTC)From:Inside was a replacement she apparently approved of. No need to thank her. )
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Date: 2025-12-31 12:06 am (UTC)From:He scoffs as the man delivers her message.]
Of course she insults me even while giving me a gift.
[He assumed the servant knew her somehow, but he has no reply. Sebastian then remembers he has a gift for Violet, too, so makes the man wait while he finds it, then requests he take it back to her. It's certainly easier than Sebastian finding her.
He would have gotten her clothing, or an accessory of some sort, but he figures she's likely picky about stuff like that, and it's not like he knows anything about her style other than "rich", nor does he know what colours she typically wears. He will try to find this out in time. For now, he's gotten her a box of fancy chocolates from a local chocolatier, and a nice bottle of wine.]
Tell her thank you for the insult and the gift, and give her this, please.
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Date: 2026-04-01 07:53 pm (UTC)From:Yes, I'm here... Is this Altius?
[He thinks he recognizes the voice, but it's hard to tell with the shitty quality. Still, it's channel 7.]
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Date: 2026-04-01 08:14 pm (UTC)From:Can you tell me where you are? I prefer to talk in person if that's reasonable.
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Date: 2026-04-01 08:24 pm (UTC)From:[To make it easy to find him, he gets up from bed and feels his way to the doorway, standing in the threshold, green hair a beacon that's easy to spot.]
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Date: 2026-04-01 09:16 pm (UTC)From:[It's an easy set of directions, and even with his own caution going down the stairs, it doesn't take long at all before he spots Tox—identifiable not only thanks to his hair, but also those tattoos and the reflective arm.]
Tox, hello. Mind if I come in? [To be a little more specific about what he wants:] I'd like your opinions on a project I'm working on.
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Date: 2026-04-01 09:25 pm (UTC)From:So he steps aside, gesturing into the room.]
Sure. Come in.
[He follows Altius into the room, tracing his fingertips lightly along the wall to orient himself.]
What's the project?
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Date: 2026-04-01 09:37 pm (UTC)From:Railings for the stairs and upper floors. I was already thinking about it before we met since my balance isn't the best either, but after that I decided I needed to actually do more than just consider it.
[He's spent too long feeling sorry for himself. It's time to do something meaningful.]
So I wanted to know if you had any thoughts about what you'd want from that sort of thing? Height or distance between supports or the like? I've already gotten some wood and set out some plans, but otherwise I'm still figuring out the details.
dw sure did not give me this notif >:(
Date: 2026-04-04 01:50 am (UTC)From:[He seems genuinely surprised by that, and needs to sort of push aside his feelings about it to address the question.]
Um, well... Probably about waist high? [He puts a hand up at his own waist, though realizes other people have different heights...] Or higher. And, uh, for the floors... Well, my cane mostly helps me pick up on stuff at ground-level, so if there was a sort of... Barrier on the floor, or at least some tactile indicator of nearing the edge, that would be helpful.
ruuuuuuuude :c
Date: 2026-04-04 03:25 am (UTC)From:It's only practical to consider our collective needs, hm? If I'm going to bother trying to do something about it.
[There's the sound of some shuffling as Altius pulls out his makeshift notebook and pencil, jotting down some brief notes as he speaks. Somewhere between their waist heights would probably be reasonable, and Tox looks about the same height as Dante, so that should be easy to measure...]
Ah, perhaps a lower cross bar of sorts... yes, that makes sense. [He's sure he's seen a few of those, even if the specifics escape him.]
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Date: 2026-04-04 04:03 am (UTC)From:Honestly didn't... Really expect anyone to give a shit.
[He huffs an awkward exhale that could maybe be considered some sort of laugh, sheepish and self-deprecating. His hands hug his elbows as he leans back against the wall, facing Altius.]
Maybe I should be more clear... A piece of wood or something lying directly on the floor, along the whole edge of the cliff, would be best for the cane, because it trails along the floor to detect obstacles. And I definitely want it to detect that ledge early, before I'm stepping out over it and only have railing to catch me.
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Date: 2026-04-04 04:50 am (UTC)From:[It reminds him a little of a girl he met in another world, cynical despite her age, asking him why he cared when nobody else did. He told her this: somebody has to.
With more scratching as he writes,]
Of course. Placing that more towards the inside, do you think? On the opposite sides of the cliffs and edges, rather than between supports.
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Date: 2026-04-04 05:12 am (UTC)From:[People haven't exactly been tripping over themselves to get close to him or help him, which is fair when he's as standoffish and awkward as he is. Ultimately, though, it boils down to a lack of self-worth, which has gotten a lot worse as of late.
He hears Altius writing, clearly putting a lot of thought into this. That's... Oddly heartening.]
Yeah. A little bit inside, to give me warning the edge is near, and then I can reach out for the rail with my hand.
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Date: 2026-04-15 05:34 pm (UTC)From:Rather than broadcast anything across the radios, when it's a reasonable hour one sleepless morning, he heads straight to the room where he may very well find a solution.]
Mr. Tox?
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Date: 2026-04-15 05:49 pm (UTC)From:He pauses mid-pushup as he hears his name, and he recognizes it as Altius' voice, especially with the honorific attached.
He catches himself on a knee and lifts his head toward the door.]
Altius? What's up?
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Date: 2026-04-15 05:58 pm (UTC)From:I wanted to ask for your help with something. May I come in?
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Date: 2026-04-15 06:05 pm (UTC)From:[He knows Altius has been going through some stressful stuff, with the injured states of his friend and his partner, and Tox wonders if one of them has worsened, probably the guy with wounds that won't heal. A concerned frown pulls at the corner of his lip as he stands up.]
Uh, come sit.
[He gestures to his perfectly-made bed, which he is not far from, so he goes and sits on it too.]
How can I help?
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Date: 2026-04-15 06:26 pm (UTC)From:I'm having significant trouble getting to sleep. You said you could create sedatives, yes?
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Date: 2026-04-15 07:03 pm (UTC)From:[This is the main issue he's running into with using his powers for medicinal purposes- he's trained to use them for neutralizing and killing enemies, not helping people. He's always thought of them all as toxins, not medicines, and the paradigm shift is taking some time to process.]
I want to help, though, so let me work on it. You'd want something you can take in pill or liquid form as needed, I assume?
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Date: 2026-04-15 07:10 pm (UTC)From:[It would certainly cut down on the risks he's worrying the most about.]
But yes, whatever would be stable enough to measure. I imagine it would be harder to put something into a solid form, but you know your abilities better than I do.
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Date: 2026-04-15 07:17 pm (UTC)From:[He frowns, a little concerned, but curious.]
Nitrous oxide would be safer than chloroform, but yeah, kind of hard to store and administer on your own. And yeah, liquids and gasses are easiest... Solids are probably possible but hard to make into pills.
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Date: 2026-04-15 07:28 pm (UTC)From:chemistry joke...? no, he's not a nerd enough for that.]Under normal circumstances, I would simply let the exhaustion eventually get to me, but... [An exhale through his nose.] It's less that I'm not getting enough rest, and more that it's taking too long to get to it.
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Date: 2026-04-15 07:37 pm (UTC)From:His brow stays furrowed. Let the exhaustion get to him? Arsil. Sounds brutal.]
So, a liquid that helps you fall asleep faster. Let me work on it, see what I can do.
[He's realizing that helping people can actually be more intimidating than killing. What if he makes something intended to help and it has a profoundly negative consequence? He's no doctor and he's never done experimental trials on any of this. He only has his anecdotal experience, which is primarily concerned with whether a substance hurt someone or not, not whether it helped them.]
Are you... Okay, though?
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Date: 2026-04-15 09:41 pm (UTC)From:There's a pause as he considers. A quiet, bitter laugh leaves him, then a regretful sigh. Still, his tone stays light.]
... no, I suppose not. Between everything that's happened in the past two weeks, along with what I was already dealing with... it's starting to get to me.
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