The— Viktor. [a sigh, dearest husband, beloved, come on.] No, you know what? I'm going to be glad you didn't call it HeatTech or HotHex.
[He's still allowed to lowkey judge, while he does a bit more scribbling on his end. Give him a moment, actually, because he's still scribbling while he skips ahead to the business of the gay but also company bonding! rings-]
They're going to know you like them. Do you need blood? We've— actually, given the season, we've plenty of stones as well as liquid blood. Unless your warmblood contact came to you about lockjoint already?
[Where! Are! The rocks! They'll work it out. He hums, his patented thoughtful nerd hum, and taps his pen a bunch of times.]
Looping back: I don't honestly know. Corruption isn't entirely comparable to thanergy, so the idea of a thalergy-adjacent thing keeping it in check is... a stretch, and I don't know enough about other arcane forces. I'd need a better understanding of why corruption exists, the history of it, and so on, before I could guess at what its counterpart could be. Or, to chase a different lead, if there isn't one, then what about corruption itself innately keeps it so in check? It may have run roughshod all over this world, but like I said: it hasn't taken over completely. It's- hmm. Much as I hate the comparison, it's like the tide. But then, we know what controls the tides...
[scribbling. scribbling. muttering. ah-] Have you found your book yet?
[dang, he thought it might be pen like this. close though.]
It does not have 'hex' in it, take that as a victory. [the sad thing is he's not even 100% fucking around to mess with pal, he just names shit this way without thinking.]
They are not, you are going to keep my name out of it. I have a reputation, Palamedes. [they probably sent him a recovery fruit basket or something, the minister gaggle. he really needs to up his game here.] No lockjoint, but he is willing to offer his blood in exchange for mine. I hardly plan on draining him dry but he's given me enough to make two gems for the moment.
[trading blood with teens, life is something huh.]
There is something to consider with the moon. Lunar energy seems to do little against corruption but those moondrops, the concentrated form, seem to be able to eradicate it. [idle shuffling of books here, a soft snort when he sees a title of some saucy romance novel with an equally saucy cover. not as good as his husband's weird romance novel, thanks, back it goes.] Even cure beasthood. The one matter I keep returning to in all this is how malleable the magic system and corruption are. It bends to the victim or user unerringly, no two cases are ever fully alike whether it be corruption or how a darkblood uses their innate abilities. There's practically a symbiosis, at least in the case of blood magic.
[and pulling another out.] Do old fairytales count? [he's actually keeping this one, it might have something interesting hidden in the stories.]
I am, and I won't. They'll write you a thank you note again. [Just like for the scones... will these menaces ever stop sending gifts?? No. Viktor has been perceived.
Anyway,] I'll see how many stones I can gather from the stock at the Lumenarium to add to your- his?- two. If nothing else, we'll see how much freshness matters.
That said: I'm going to eat my pen if it's coming out of the sea literally, and not just like the tide. [He hates! The sea! What the fuck!] But interesting point; is corruption itself somehow... aware? I'm not suggesting we're all possessed, of course. A symbiotic connection would tidily explain why none of us manifest the same symptoms all together like clockwork- [like moon phases but nooo ugggh] -but I've got no idea how to test that.
Maybe there's a fairytale about corruption showing up as its own monster, separate from any one individual.
I hate it when they do that. [he doesn't, but the gag continues. ok, well admittedly he thinks thank you notes are a waste of paper, just thank the person when you see them, but still.]
The month effects matter, as it turns out. We'll need to be a little more careful when irritating ones are happening, like this paranoia business.
[a hum] True, you hardly need another reason to loathe the ocean. [haha.] The young man I mentioned had an interesting idea brought up to him when he bothered Nevermind about it. Using darkblood abilities to draw out and contain corruption or pollution in a gem. It would be a new way of observing both at the very least.
[but like. probably really dangerous. he has learned something from the whole hexcore thing, not that it's enough to stop him.]
How symbolic. I will have to see. [and tugging out another book.] Are you heading home tonight or working late?
Typical; I'll consult the dates on the blood vials we've got and pick something close to ordinary.
[The most normal, baseline trauma levels of the city... Irritating. He'll work it out. Anyway, he's never been more glad that Viktor is not the darkblood between the pair of them, because he too has learned Viktor cannot be unsupervised with magic rocks. Whew.
Although does that mean he has to do it. Hm. Give him a moment to mutter some of this as he scribbles it down, darkblood abilities... contain pollution... got it. He adds a cheeky little 'never mind is a hack' in the margin, for chortling over later. There.]
I wasn't planning on working late until you brought the myriad uses of bloodstones to the forefront, but I can take these notes home. Where do you want me?
[a hum of agreement there, imagine things ever being simple.
the next book has no title, so he decides to take it. why not? a fun surprise even. there is one that looks actually helpful he plucks up, three is better than the rousing zero of before.]
I want you where I can at least drop by. I was planning on bringing you dinner one way or another. ['dinner' meaning something simple on a stick. portable, small portion, no heavy flavors. you're welcome.] Home then?
More work? [badum tsh... dinner is work. Just kidding, he knows this means portable plain stick content, if only because Viktor has not been cooking to excess today. Jokes.
He will start gathering up not only these notes but his other various recent projects, probably some Greek homework from Nico, to take home as well. The anticipation of leaving notebooks all over the house... delightful.]
But yes, I daresay we can both drop by our own home for once. [more jokes.] I'll see you there.
You can do work while working on eating it, if that entices you. [fond. probably shouldn't be but viktor's the same so he's happy to encourage working through picking at dinner.
books are tucked under his arm.] I forgot we owned one of those. Be safe.
[and a burst of gross affection through the bond before he's shutting off his omni.]
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The— Viktor. [a sigh, dearest husband, beloved, come on.] No, you know what? I'm going to be glad you didn't call it HeatTech or HotHex.
[He's still allowed to lowkey judge, while he does a bit more scribbling on his end. Give him a moment, actually, because he's still scribbling while he skips ahead to the business of the gay but also company bonding! rings-]
They're going to know you like them. Do you need blood? We've— actually, given the season, we've plenty of stones as well as liquid blood. Unless your warmblood contact came to you about lockjoint already?
[Where! Are! The rocks! They'll work it out. He hums, his patented thoughtful nerd hum, and taps his pen a bunch of times.]
Looping back: I don't honestly know. Corruption isn't entirely comparable to thanergy, so the idea of a thalergy-adjacent thing keeping it in check is... a stretch, and I don't know enough about other arcane forces. I'd need a better understanding of why corruption exists, the history of it, and so on, before I could guess at what its counterpart could be. Or, to chase a different lead, if there isn't one, then what about corruption itself innately keeps it so in check? It may have run roughshod all over this world, but like I said: it hasn't taken over completely. It's- hmm. Much as I hate the comparison, it's like the tide. But then, we know what controls the tides...
[scribbling. scribbling. muttering. ah-] Have you found your book yet?
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It does not have 'hex' in it, take that as a victory. [the sad thing is he's not even 100% fucking around to mess with pal, he just names shit this way without thinking.]
They are not, you are going to keep my name out of it. I have a reputation, Palamedes. [they probably sent him a recovery fruit basket or something, the minister gaggle. he really needs to up his game here.] No lockjoint, but he is willing to offer his blood in exchange for mine. I hardly plan on draining him dry but he's given me enough to make two gems for the moment.
[trading blood with teens, life is something huh.]
There is something to consider with the moon. Lunar energy seems to do little against corruption but those moondrops, the concentrated form, seem to be able to eradicate it. [idle shuffling of books here, a soft snort when he sees a title of some saucy romance novel with an equally saucy cover. not as good as his husband's weird romance novel, thanks, back it goes.] Even cure beasthood. The one matter I keep returning to in all this is how malleable the magic system and corruption are. It bends to the victim or user unerringly, no two cases are ever fully alike whether it be corruption or how a darkblood uses their innate abilities. There's practically a symbiosis, at least in the case of blood magic.
[and pulling another out.] Do old fairytales count? [he's actually keeping this one, it might have something interesting hidden in the stories.]
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I am, and I won't. They'll write you a thank you note again. [Just like for the scones... will these menaces ever stop sending gifts?? No. Viktor has been perceived.
Anyway,] I'll see how many stones I can gather from the stock at the Lumenarium to add to your- his?- two. If nothing else, we'll see how much freshness matters.
That said: I'm going to eat my pen if it's coming out of the sea literally, and not just like the tide. [He hates! The sea! What the fuck!] But interesting point; is corruption itself somehow... aware? I'm not suggesting we're all possessed, of course. A symbiotic connection would tidily explain why none of us manifest the same symptoms all together like clockwork- [like moon phases but nooo ugggh] -but I've got no idea how to test that.
Maybe there's a fairytale about corruption showing up as its own monster, separate from any one individual.
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The month effects matter, as it turns out. We'll need to be a little more careful when irritating ones are happening, like this paranoia business.
[a hum] True, you hardly need another reason to loathe the ocean. [haha.] The young man I mentioned had an interesting idea brought up to him when he bothered Nevermind about it. Using darkblood abilities to draw out and contain corruption or pollution in a gem. It would be a new way of observing both at the very least.
[but like. probably really dangerous. he has learned something from the whole hexcore thing, not that it's enough to stop him.]
How symbolic. I will have to see. [and tugging out another book.] Are you heading home tonight or working late?
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[The most normal, baseline trauma levels of the city... Irritating. He'll work it out. Anyway, he's never been more glad that Viktor is not the darkblood between the pair of them, because he too has learned Viktor cannot be unsupervised with magic rocks. Whew.
Although does that mean he has to do it. Hm. Give him a moment to mutter some of this as he scribbles it down, darkblood abilities... contain pollution... got it. He adds a cheeky little 'never mind is a hack' in the margin, for chortling over later. There.]
I wasn't planning on working late until you brought the myriad uses of bloodstones to the forefront, but I can take these notes home. Where do you want me?
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the next book has no title, so he decides to take it. why not? a fun surprise even. there is one that looks actually helpful he plucks up, three is better than the rousing zero of before.]
I want you where I can at least drop by. I was planning on bringing you dinner one way or another. ['dinner' meaning something simple on a stick. portable, small portion, no heavy flavors. you're welcome.] Home then?
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He will start gathering up not only these notes but his other various recent projects, probably some Greek homework from Nico, to take home as well. The anticipation of leaving notebooks all over the house... delightful.]
But yes, I daresay we can both drop by our own home for once. [more jokes.] I'll see you there.
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books are tucked under his arm.] I forgot we owned one of those. Be safe.
[and a burst of gross affection through the bond before he's shutting off his omni.]