15th metal . private messages

[godsays]

[ Private to Chris ]

Do I have to kill him?

[ Guess who just woke up and saw the kerfuffle. Zero to rage in thirty-one seconds. ]

[ Private to Cassel ]

Are you well enough to make metals? Because if so, I'm going to ask for pewter, iron and steel.

If not...

[ He doesn't finish that. ]

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[Private]

[mistconduct]

I don't know.

Fuck, I don't know. I have to...fucking...


I have to kill him, and I have to...find Kon.

private

[patheticvillain]

No. I'm not. My fingers were just broken.

Don't threaten me.

[waking up spam]

[heisrisen]

[He's there, writing in a notebook - pouring out a ridiculous amount of data from memory and trying to synthesize it for Iris. There's two glasses of water (one full, one half full) and a plate of food beside him, simple, snackable things like fruit and cheese. He's halfway through an orange right now, the rind in one long curl beside the ridiculous processed cakes.]