#profpain

[werecatastrophe]

@profpain

Aw, shit, not YOU again.

[he’s mostly kidding. Big eyeroll. THIS guy, amirite? Gonna put his armful of kittens away just to be safe.]

[doctorschtein]

@profpain

"What?" Though he said 'what', he meant 'why?'. Not understanding why he'd been grabbed and stopped. Was he about to talk into traffic??? Schtein didn't exactly harbor concern for him. Or did he think he was prowling after someone nearby?

Herv reflexively let go, unsure exactly why he had actually grabbed at Phineas like that, a grimace forming on his face - though not unlike usual. But to be honest, his mind had been in a sort of fog for months now, possibly longer, ever since gaining his 'true' abilities.

And in that fog, he'd lost track of time, of what Phin was even up to without his orders - should he really be so concerned now? Little late for that. Herv scoffed and shook his head, waving his hand dismisisvely before crossing his arms. "It's nothing, just forgot to tell you to grab some groceries while you're out."

Since, clearly, going outside was practically an allergy for Schtein as of late.

[dinosaurgreasestain]

@profpain

Not until somebody gives me a reason to. Die mad about it.

[rikkitikkitavian]

@profpain

[Somebody looks like a huuuuge nerrrrd and Tavian is SURE, that for once in his life, he can absolutely beyond a shadow of a doubt....pickpocket this guy without getting shot, or suplexed.

For sure.

He shifted his furry parts away to blend into the crowd, too, although his eyes may still give him away as something not quite human. He gave an “oop” as he accidentally brushed against him and snaked a hand into his pocket to try and nick a wallet. Just grab it and keeeep walking. 

Gotta be an easy rob this time, for sure. Worst case scenario, he runs. Easy.]

[doctorschtein]

@profpain

Look, I've been working on this thing for months at this point but uh

do you think it's too much?

[radioiaci]

▹ @profpain continued from x.

What a perfectly bizarre thing to say! Though he'd not seen fit to remain in the city any time he deigned to travel above ground to meet with Vox or otherwise wander in pursuit of his own interests, he knew that there was, in fact, something strange about this place.

Even knowing that, however, he'd not come across anyone who looked precisely like him.

It was easy to detect a lie in that regard.

Alastor spun to face the other, staff in hand giving a slight twirl before it planted itself against the ground and he returned grin for grin.

"Is that so? Are you a frequent participant in the act of keeping interesting company? Perhaps we do know each other."

If the stranger's intuition was telling him danger - he was probably right. Humans - and living ones - had souls that were much more potent. Much easier to weave into his web while they still breathed. And that meant a promised soul once they plummeted into the beyond afterwards.

Too appealing to pass up opportunities as they were given.