Felix

I hate it here… slightly less now | he/him/his

[testsubjectosha]

Hello! You have reached OSHA's Test Subject's Felix’s blog. I use he/him/his pronouns and I am currently nineteen years old.

(ooc: this roleplay blog will deal with unreality, human experimentation, medical trauma, and death. i’m quinn, 19, and i unfortunately learned to read at some point. they/them pronouns. profile picture)

(ooc: all of this is in character unless you see (ooc:))

(ooc: feel free to ask questions, of me or felix. i love answering them! and magic anons are allowed.)

(ooc: you can also dm me if you wanna figure out a plot with felix or just send a starter ask. either one works.)

[testsubjectosha]

(Inventor Osha) Hello Felix my darling! Anyways, I was just checking in on how you're doing? I've been worrying a bit. Anyways, I was wondering, if you'd want to maybe possibly go outside the OSHA building? Out to the city, they have a coffee shop somewhere nearby I believe, so maybe we can go get something?

I'm, um, doing better. Adjusting to... everything. I think that'd, uh, be really nice. I don't, um, have any money though...

( @inventorosha )

[testsubjectosha]

(ooc: hey gang sorry for ghosting y'all. been hella distracted. )

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I have not seen magic like that in a little while. Why do you sound nervous?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m just, uh, always nervous. And you seem, um, scary. And, uh, I’m trying to avoid someone.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Who are you trying to avoid?

[testsubjectosha]

Promise, um, not to tell them?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She sighs.} If I must. Yes, I promise.

[testsubjectosha]

Embroidery. I even, uh, did the spell to, um, make them forget about me and, uh, my partner.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Felix, they are my friend.

{She thinks for a moment and sighs, tired. This is gonna backfire, isn't it?} I promise not to say a word as long as you and your partner do not bother them or go near them. If they remember, I will not be of much use, even if do try to stop them.

[testsubjectosha]

Crud. He tenses up in an instant. He seriously regrets leaving Inventor’s room.

Th-thank you, Secretary. I, um, just really don’t want them to, uh, experiment on my partner. They don’t heal like, um, I do.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I know you don't. I am aware of some of the things they do. {She already has a headache from what is likely to come of this.} Just go now, I never saw you and you never saw me.

[testsubjectosha]

Felix leaves in a hurry.

[determined-spirits]

wonder if I'll get hit with airplanes

[inventorosha]

You'll probably get very hurt and most likely die but I can make that happen if you want.

[determined-spirits]

no like paper airplanes people are throwing them at each other

[inventorosha]

Oh. One second.

A small paper plane flys by and hits jackie on the side of their head

Like that?

[determined-spirits]

yeah

[inventorosha]

Hm.

What if i made a giant one and threw it outside. Would the groundskeeper get mad?

[testsubjectosha]

Please don’t try to, uh, anger the Groundskeeper. They seem nice.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I have not seen magic like that in a little while. Why do you sound nervous?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m just, uh, always nervous. And you seem, um, scary. And, uh, I’m trying to avoid someone.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Who are you trying to avoid?

[testsubjectosha]

Promise, um, not to tell them?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She sighs.} If I must. Yes, I promise.

[testsubjectosha]

Embroidery. I even, uh, did the spell to, um, make them forget about me and, uh, my partner.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Felix, they are my friend.

{She thinks for a moment and sighs, tired. This is gonna backfire, isn't it?} I promise not to say a word as long as you and your partner do not bother them or go near them. If they remember, I will not be of much use, even if do try to stop them.

[testsubjectosha]

Crud. He tenses up in an instant. He seriously regrets leaving Inventor’s room.

Th-thank you, Secretary. I, um, just really don’t want them to, uh, experiment on my partner. They don’t heal like, um, I do.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I have not seen magic like that in a little while. Why do you sound nervous?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m just, uh, always nervous. And you seem, um, scary. And, uh, I’m trying to avoid someone.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Who are you trying to avoid?

[testsubjectosha]

Promise, um, not to tell them?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She sighs.} If I must. Yes, I promise.

[testsubjectosha]

Embroidery. I even, uh, did the spell to, um, make them forget about me and, uh, my partner.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I have not seen magic like that in a little while. Why do you sound nervous?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m just, uh, always nervous. And you seem, um, scary. And, uh, I’m trying to avoid someone.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Who are you trying to avoid?

[testsubjectosha]

Promise, um, not to tell them?

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I have not seen magic like that in a little while. Why do you sound nervous?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m just, uh, always nervous. And you seem, um, scary. And, uh, I’m trying to avoid someone.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Sometimes, yes. I cannot see you well however.

[testsubjectosha]

Why are you so, uh, interested in my, um, tattoo?

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

...Oh- Ah, I do not see normally. I can see things most cannot.

[testsubjectosha]

Oh. You can just, um, see magic?

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

What do you mean?

[testsubjectosha]

I’m wearing, uh, long sleeves.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

I am Evil Osha's secretary. Just call me Secretary.

[testsubjectosha]

Okay. How could you, um, see the tattoo anyway?

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

You did this? {She raises a brow.} Hm...

What is your name?

[testsubjectosha]

Felix. Uh, what about you?

[testsubjectosha]

Have you been taking care of yourself also?

-helltubejackie-osha

Um. Inventor helps me. So yes.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{She grabs his arm, surprisingly gently. She inspects it.} It is not terrible work. But what did you do. You should not mess with magic like this.

[testsubjectosha]

His skin is cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool.

I don’t, um, have magic of my own, so I, uh, used it for a spell. I felt it work. So, um, I think the blowback is worth it.

[testsubjectosha]

{She was not paying attention as she walked around outside. She was too preoccupied to notice anyone else there, she almost ran right into Felix.} -evil secretary

Felix jumps when he sees Secretary. Normally the area around OSHA is pretty devoid of people.

Oh, um, sorry! I, uh, didn’t mean to bump into you.

She notices an intricate pattern on his forearm. It pulses with magic.

( @evil-osha-secretary )

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

{It's not intentional but she glares at him. Her eyes flick to the pattern and she raises a brow.} It is fine. What is that. {She nods at the pattern.}

[testsubjectosha]

What are you, um, talking about?

He’s wearing long sleeves. Normally with the way he dresses, people can’t see the tattoo. He seems genuinely confused.

[former-evil-osha-secretary]

Your tattoo, obviously. {She is blunt and seems to be getting more annoyed by the second.}

[testsubjectosha]

Felix doesn’t want to find out what would happen if he tried to say it was too personal.

If you, uh, have to know, it keeps me from dying and, um, makes me heal faster. I, uh, might’ve messed with it a bit.

A line of the same magic (though less visible) trails from a vein beneath the tattoo to his heart. Paler splotches of the same magic dot his arm, in the same places the scales are.