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[atowncalledtreffy]

God, I wish I was there to see it. What happened?

The kid's okay?

[no_innocents]

Damage does not transfer. Only death.

...a viewing could be arranged, if you wished it. I won't say I was anything less than a cruel bastard during it all.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, there might be a bit of an issue with that....

Look behind you.

[no_innocents]

All right?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Here lies a death-tolling Trevor, one hand semi-raised in greeting, having been lying in state behind an infirmary privacy curtain]

[no_innocents]

[ He pulls the curtain aside with a faint roll of his eyes. ]

...did you honestly think I couldn't smell you there?

[atowncalledtreffy]

A small, silent shrug. He's grinning. Can't talk without hurting his head but at least there's some life in him again.

[no_innocents]

[ Oh, for goodness sake-

He takes a moment to gesticulate in the air with one hand towards the space near Trevor's head. The little screen from his dental work will appear there once again. ]

So you can communicate while you're feeling ill. Did you need anything while I'm doing rounds?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[A bit of a wince when he focuses too hard on the screen, exhaling]

Two buckets?

[no_innocents]

That can be arranged. One moment.

[ He's only gone for a moment before he places a second bucket beside the first. ]

I'm assuming someone killed... 'Varney'?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Promptly, Trevor leans over to throw up in the first.]

God, I'm hungover..

Don't know. Maybe?

[no_innocents]

[ The contents of that bucket are promptly banished with a wave of a hand. He has to work here and his nose is far too sensitive for that sort of thing. ]

As you don't remember dying, one would assume so.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He continues to hold the bucket, looking (and feeling) like death warmed over. The display shows only static for a few brief moments as Trevor tries to rally his brain the right way]

Don't even get to get drunk first too.

[no_innocents]

Truly, that is how you have been wronged. Here.

[ Water is presented. In a glass with a straw. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He looks green, but takes the glass and drinks it, slowly]

Any chance of getting some beer instead? I know I just asked a vampire to turn water into alcohol but it eases this enormous fucking headache.

[no_innocents]

No, but I can give you something to ease your headache.

[ He'll pour something into a small container... and then, after a moment, he'll wiggle his fingers over it. He hands it to Trevor.

...it will at least taste like beer. Even if it's not. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He takes the container and sips it, blinking in surprise]

This isn't beer?

[no_innocents]

No. It's merely enchanted to taste like it. Otherwise, it would taste rather... herbal.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Seriously?

Christ. I'm so angry my ancestors focused on books and not 'magic that makes terrible things taste good'.

[no_innocents]

I'm sure some of them did. People do have hobbies.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Funny.

God. The first time I die in a year and a half and it had to be when I wasn't even there to avoid a killing blow.

Anyway. What'd you learn about Belos?

[no_innocents]

"He's no witch, to start," he says with a rumble of irritation at the thought of their meeting.

"His ears are a hack job. I assume no one's called him on it because he covers it with his hair and keeps everyone away. His magic, I'd bet, is from a series of glyphs he's carved into his flesh. Not from anything natural."

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor sits up, waking up at that fascinating news.

Really. I didn't get a good look at his ears, they were covered up. Shit. Shit, so is he even Hunter's real uncle?

[no_innocents]

He glances over.

"Lay back down. You can think and communicate without putting a strain on yourself."

But he returns to the topic soon enough.

"I'm certain he's not. He mentioned..." A pause. A glance over at him. "He mentioned making 'another one'. And having..." he swallows "he mentioned having killed him before. That he rebels and turns on him 'every time'."

He waits to see if Trevor puts the pieces together as he did.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Trevor just straight up ignores the order, frowning as he listens to everything else about Belos.

Hunter's not a witch either, then.

It makes sense: the kid has no magic. Trevor had been led to believe that was a rare, pitiable thing. And of course, he'd consider it a failing and try extra-hard to make up for it, and Belos is allowing him to do it.

His mind is racing through possibilities. What's man-made, built for servitude, and can be brought back again and again? Golems, homunculi, shikigami, imps, spiriduş from Wallachia, İye from the Ottomans: the list is too damn big across cultures and countries even from Trevor's world. They could be looking at something that doesn't even have a name yet.

He glances back up, questioning.

Well. That would explain why he's so determined to defend the bastard.