OXY.
Your body is sweaty even in the cold as you approach this little gathering. You don’t know who in the fuck Ghost is, but you guess as long as she isn’t Seele… Well, that’s a lie. There are several that you would hate to see in charge more than Seele. But then your question is answered as the blackbird steps forward. “Don’t fuck up,” is your elegant response to her wish that she serve’s you well, but the words are sidelong and the normal sarcastic venom that is in your voice is rather lacking. You pace around the group, head bobbing and tail swishing. It’s like you’re not exactly sure what to do with yourself and your body doesn’t really know how to handle being almost-clean.
Three vines. You try to remember who it was you stole drugs from. Three vines. You try to remember who poisoned you. Three vines. These aren’t going to last near long enough. And where the hell is Snowflake? You eyes search for her as you bob and weave, your unsettled breaths noisy in the otherwise calm meeting. Your co-Legatus is lucky his poison of choice flows into a vessel at his side. You have your magic, of course, but you’d be awfully tired if you zapped yourself enough to keep a constant high.
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post