[ So, things are getting busier (or going to be) at the Sanctuary, thanks to ideas. The nerds are in nerd mode, and while they would possibly love (love-hate, that is) pouring over every text book they can get their hands on for every morsel of information, it can also be distracting on top of everything else they're doing. Do you know how you can look in one book for one thing, and come out with fifty unrelated ideas? Disgusting.
Know who isn't going to get distracted? A guy with minimal knowledge on anything. Fortunately, Robby knows how to scour books for information; he's more used to doing so on the internet, but books aren't so much different, and he's fine with note-taking for relevant-seeming passages. There's a lot of theories, after all, so many theories--that even if Robby is happy to look through books without talking much, he does have to ask: ]
So...do people know exactly what pollution and corruption is these days? Some of these books, uh...
[ There's a lot. He's definitely just Read A Passage on how it is a disease of sentient minds, that's getting close into how a more religious/balanced lifestyle would lead to less of it and total eradication. ]
Isn't it just the blood magic turning into a kind of toxin?
[Palamedes has been a certified Nerd and a literal librarian for almost his entire life, and unfortunately, neither of these have inspired him to keep an orderly workspace. Which is to say: in this lengthy process of gathering books and taking notes, he has simply begun to spread; there are books on every inch of his current table not otherwise occupied by pages and pages of honestly awful handwriting. Books stacked behind him on his chair, leaving himself a few inches to perch on. Books. Paper.
He'd say he has a system, but it would take even more books and paper to explain it, so it's best to assume he has just sort of nerd-exploded and let it be. He has a pencil stuck behind his ear and another in his hand, presently scribbling who knows what, which he finishes with a flourish before he looks up to address this Question.]
Maybe. But one of the best known methods of handling it is keeping up with your interpersonal relationships, isn't that right? A purely physical toxin can't be kept in check by hugs and kisses, which leads us to the question: if it begins as a toxic buildup in our systems, where the hell does it go afterwards?
[This is his new favorite thing to bang his head on the walls about: Where Does Corruption Go To Exactly? The world has not yet collapsed, ergo, it must be dissipating in some meaningful way.]
What's in your book? Is it one of the ones wildly obsessed with extolling the virtues of the local pantheon?
Keeping the pantheons happy will help everyone be happy. [ His brows lift up, a not-quite smile on his face at the answered given (a yes), clearly. Robby doesn't think this one book is going to lead to much, so he's happy to stick a bookmark in it for the pages not yet scoured, move onto another one.
Even if with the switching over between books, he's still thinking about what Palamedes just said. ]
Okay, so not a toxin, but--pollution comes along 'caue we bleed, and we bleed magic. And if we're stressed, we can get corrupted, but hugs and kisses don't do that, right? [ Okay, a small brief smile. ] So it's ours mood that stresses the blood, or magic...and doesn't everyone know warmblood works well again corruption, even though it barely has any magic?
[ That's got to mean something, right? So not an outright toxin, but something that becomes unhealthy to the system if it's stressed. He's sure there's even medical examples of that in the real world. Doesn't the body fail all the time? Killing itself in result of stress.
..granted, Robby doesn't know why warmblood's low magical properties would help towards corruption (is blood itself despite magic really so useful here??), but that's Trench for you. ]
Divinity is made up and doesn't matter. "Be nice to our local bullies or face the consequences," more like. No offense, if your personal relationship to your patron happens to be spectacular.
[But divinity is still made up and doesn't matter. There's no such thing as gods, only harder hitters and different species of them. In his humble opinion.
Anyway.]
It could still be a toxin. We're dealing with magic, and the ebbs and flows of corruption in this place as a whole; best to leave everything as a maybe for now, rather than cross it off entirely.
That still does beg the question of where does it go, because, frankly— we as a group have done nothing groundbreaking to stop any of this.
[A slightly wry gesture around at their pile of nerd stuff, like, until now! Until now, he knows of no particularly grand or lasting efforts to do something about pollution, and he's been here over a year.]
I have this sinking feeling that most of us are out here doing our best, mostly. Vis-a-vis warmblood and its properties, and et cetera. Let's loop back around: emotional stress causes physical stress on the body, this is basic. Ergo, our emotional issues having an impact on our magic blood makes perfect sense. We could create the toxin ourselves— assuming a toxin is still on the table.
[Maybe he should write this down. He reaches for another, different piece of paper to scribble on.]
Let's narrow it down: do you want to talk causes or solutions first?
[ Robby's expression doesn't swing any particular way to the criticism of the pthumerians; he cocks his head to the side as a means of a shrug to the mention of offence, no relationship to speak of. And while the man seems to be speaking broadly, ...that does make Robby wonder about his own relationship.
Well, he might ask later. For now he listens on the subject of possibilities, and at the question, only takes a small pause to reply: ]
Causes lead into solutions.
[ Well. Attempts. But he wants to listen, so! Time to zip it. ]
Well— yes, undoubtedly true. However, there are solutions and there are... Long-term goals. Let's use that instead.
[For myriad reasons he is one of the people who's made peace with, in all likelihood, having to live here in this place indefinitely, so. There's daily life, and there's Indefinitely.]
We can if-then ourselves to death in here over infinite maybes. Ordinarily, I might. But Viktor operates in the tangible, so shall we start with picking at causes, or work backwards from an ultimate goal?
Or, think of it like this: do you want to save this world, or simply live comfortably in it? The parameters are different, you know?
Don't go with anything small. [ It's said with a beat, a huff that's a little taken about as Robby has to compare those two. The latter might be small, in truth, but framed either way doesn't sound right. So, giving it more thought: ]
I guess... understanding how it works and finding a way to maintain it makes sense to me? If we're the problem, you can't get rid of people bleeding and making more--it's always gonna exist.
[ A pause. ] So less saving the world, more helping out so we're not walking in a pollution fog everywhere?
We can work with that. Questions about the ultimate fate of this world get a pin put in them, for later. Maybe the weekend, or something.
[Next Nerd Time, perhaps. After a beat:] Don't get me wrong: I'm all for saving this world. But I suspect that's going to involve direct discussion with our local patrons, and diplomacy is a wildly different conversation.
[So! Quality of life improvements first; that's likely the easier one, anyway.]
[ Man, is this what it's like to be talking to a real nerd? Robby better get used to this... he feels like this is going to be A Lot.
Especially when the guy asks him about tidal patterns, and Robby confusingly answers: ] Uh--I know the moon influences the tides of the sea... [ A beat. ] Where I'm from.
That's what I've heard! I'm from Mercury, [not that they call it that, but he's tickled about knowing the cooler name,] so, obviously— no seas. My experience is limited to our dreadful sea here. Which brings me to...
[Another set of notes somewhere around here, which he shuffles his stuff around for before he can actually find it. Nerds.]
Corruption as a tidal function, more or less. Regrettably, we come from the sea, and the Moon Presence and her related stones and such are components in myriad corruption-reduction processes. This, combined with the fact that grander levels of corruption in this place never seem to stray too far from a baseline, begs the question: what keeps the nature of the town in check? Or: does corruption quite literally come with us out of the sea, and Moon Presence manages its overflow, like actual tides?
[He pauses, expectantly. What is the word on creepy sea corruption tides, Robby. What do you think.]
[ This is a good time to wish he stayed in school... but also, Mercury? Let him remember which exact planet that is in the back of his head (not Earth, he knows). ]
Is it at a baseline? Isn't some parts of the cities worse than others? The Moon having something to do with corruption sounds possible if we have stones from it, but-- wait, [ wait wait, ] there's something other than Lunar Orbs?
[ He's figuring on the spot he doesn't know which stones the man means, and almost thought he meant bloodstones to begin with. But now he's a furrowed brow, thinking--huh? ]
I should think so. About a baseline, that is; the city has peaks and valleys but nothing permanent, you know? Nothing profound. Our patrons can impact our surroundings, but even that seems to be... manageable.
[Some kind of status quo, he thinks. It's a guess, but...
Well, it seems as possible as anything. He shrugs.]
As for Moon Presence: the whole Sanctuary is seemingly protected by her and her influence; there have been times the wilder incidents in the city couldn't reach us, thanks to that. We're looked after, I suppose. As for stones and such, absolutely: we found rituals to create anti-corruption tools, similarly under the moon's influence.
[...this is probably a thing he should have been more active in advertising outside Sanctuary, but. There were other pressing matters. Oops.]
Ah— well. There's minimal blood to be added in the making, but.
[He makes a face, because of course there are drawbacks to this kind of apparent miracle tool, and luckily he's memorized every piece of text he's ever read, so he can easily recite:]
'But the weapons began to crack at the edges and where they had once glowed with the white light of the Moon Drops, they dulled. The tips turned black and it seemed that for all the corruption it cured, the more corrupted the weapon itself became'— we found it back when we were documenting this place, earmarked as from a book of fables. Now, given how much around here really does operate on word of mouth mysticism, there's no real verification process for the story...
[He shrugs again. So maybe this guy in an old story turned into a beast. Like, that happens. Moderation is key.]
Personally, I think it makes sense. Doesn't it? If corruption is indeed comparable to a toxin, then to draw it out of one source and hold it in another follows logically. And if used safely and with considerable oversight, these things could remove corruption from a person at the cost of a— a pretty moon knife, or something, it's an option.
[ Dang dude, listen to this guy. At least it's informational? So it sucks in the corruption... ]
...I always thought corruption disappeared. [ Admittedly. But he's tugging his mouth aside. ] Corruption's the symptom of pollution, right? So it's a reaction. That's what I thought. People put around incense and everything to keep it down, but...
[ A small shrug, and admittedly: ] I haven't been studying. Just kinda made sense some of it goes, if it's the moon or us doing it.
[ But now Robby isn't sure, and he feels like he's touching more on a subject that he doesn't understand, asks: ] So what do you think Moon Presence does with it? If they're not uh, destroying it?
[He says this with absolutely complete conviction, like he's thought long and hard about this before. Because he has, and he figures, what reason is there to go against the idea of Moon Presence converting corruption into an energy source? The whole ebb and flow of corruption in this place points to something cyclical anyway, he thinks.
But okay, holding up a hand,] Or something like that. Processing it, cleansing it, it's not like any of us have asked. A creature like Moon Presence may very well interact completely differently than we do with the "substance" of corruption, after all.
However, you raise a good point: where does it go? I've tossed around the idea that it has its own antithesis, like matter and antimatter. We measure corruption and pollution by its effects on us, yeah? We don't look at corruption in jars and vials. So there may very well be another "substance" we can't see that manifests from things like the incense, or even the hugs and kisses. Admittedly, I'm biased: this two-energies system is how things operate at home.
[ He makes something of a face at digesting it, but it's one of those, 'well--alright then, why not' types. Like, they are in Trench. ]
Have one substance, stick another in it, come out with something new? [ It wasn't that unusual. But sticking corruption in jars or vials... that does make him think. ]
Has anyone actually looked at corruption or pollution on a molecule level? Whatever that is here. If it's just blood or something else-- do we have the tech for that?
[ How do you identify gas molecules, for example? Or could you look at the blood of someone corrupted and see it that way, under a microscope? ]
[And, hmm, that's a good question... He remembers hearing here and there from a few people about trying to study blood, but most of them have since left the city long before this new project got started. Shame, honestly.]
Viktor has microscopes, [he says, with the slight shrug of someone who is not that kind of researcher. He's a death wizard, he has so much less experience with technology that isn't kinda-sorta made out of flesh and bone, but not gross like it sounds.] That is a Viktor question, most assuredly.
[Allow him to flip to a new page of notes, write down "VIKTOR QUESTIONS," and then "microscope???" Tada.]
I'm well-situated at the Lumenarium enough to get us some corrupted blood samples. Viktor would absolutely have our hides for getting corrupted on purpose, even for donations.
[Said so fondly, nothing gets him more saccharine than Viktor being a mother hen, swoon.]
[ Well, there's a thought! And Viktor is the microscope person, got it, but that dreamy remark does have Robby wondering if he would get corrupted in the name of research? ...maybe. If it was (somewhat) safe. ]
...live samples might be better. [ After all. But it's followed by a shrug, adding: ] I'd do it. I mean, if we need it. We can get rid of it anyway. [ So it doesn't seem that big of a risk. ]
Viktor doesn't seem like he'd go crazy with it. [ Unless he is secretly a mad scientist type... Robby only knows them via media. ] But I guess our focus is on the corruption on the outside. Or pollution.
No, but he'd disapprove of too much research-related recklessness. It's a miracle he's letting anyone donate blood without strict supervision.
[Palamedes, a guy who regularly will slice his hands open to do necromagic, the kind of bloodletting Viktor complains about: "Wow, why doesn't anyone like it when I do that??"
But no matter. They probably shouldn't corrupt themselves intentionally, a thing Palamedes believes only because he absolutely would, which means a normal person would not, therefore -- they shouldn't.]
Regardless, the Lumenarium has plenty of visitors suffering from corruption, without us having to make any more. So does the Sanctuary— we've got options.
But I would getting into the idea there. [ A joke, a small lift of his lips, and maybe you can make jokes about a monstrous condition that changes peoples and often leads to death. Once in a while, as a treat. ]
But okay. So if corruption or pollution's something Moon Presence can digest, destroy--but Never Mind thinks we can destroy it too with our powers. [ A beat. ] Darkblood powers, kind of...warp it into non-existence. If it's that easy, someone would have done it by now--but does lunar energy have any effect on corruption?
Maybe next time, if you're responsible with round one.
[As the self-proclaimed ethics and safety committee of Viktor's research efforts, he's allowed to declare this. Maybe it's a joke, maybe it's not, who knows!!]
Lunar energy: yes, I'm fairly certain. The relics I mentioned only move it around, as discussed, but the purest form of energy may very well dissolve it entirely. Warping it with darkblood powers raises the same concern as the relics, I'd think: where is it going, ultimately? We don't want to find a pit of corruption somewhere later on that we created ourselves.
dang brain, where did you get 'would' from 'was'??
Maybe darkblood would destroy it? Not dissolve it, but--just stop it from existing. We can try that with corruption, couldn't we? Even if it does sound weird that the relics are better with dealing with corruption, but all it does is suck it up.
[ Like, huh. That's weird. He can get why Palamedes is cautious about 'where does corruption go' when something so useful doesn't just...get rid of it. ]
We can try— I'm just not wholly convinced that's how the alleged 'out of existence' part works. Even with these darkblood abilities. It's— I might liken it to entropy: a constant amount, never decreasing. We'd only have to look as far as our own surroundings to see that kind of thing, the way the city fluctuates but never wholly collapses or becomes entirely well.
[He pushes his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose, waving his other hand like, never mind, now he's going off on another tangent. Entropy! Listen to him!]
We can try. Let's start with an object and not a person, just in case.
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Know who isn't going to get distracted? A guy with minimal knowledge on anything. Fortunately, Robby knows how to scour books for information; he's more used to doing so on the internet, but books aren't so much different, and he's fine with note-taking for relevant-seeming passages. There's a lot of theories, after all, so many theories--that even if Robby is happy to look through books without talking much, he does have to ask: ]
So...do people know exactly what pollution and corruption is these days? Some of these books, uh...
[ There's a lot. He's definitely just Read A Passage on how it is a disease of sentient minds, that's getting close into how a more religious/balanced lifestyle would lead to less of it and total eradication. ]
Isn't it just the blood magic turning into a kind of toxin?
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He'd say he has a system, but it would take even more books and paper to explain it, so it's best to assume he has just sort of nerd-exploded and let it be. He has a pencil stuck behind his ear and another in his hand, presently scribbling who knows what, which he finishes with a flourish before he looks up to address this Question.]
Maybe. But one of the best known methods of handling it is keeping up with your interpersonal relationships, isn't that right? A purely physical toxin can't be kept in check by hugs and kisses, which leads us to the question: if it begins as a toxic buildup in our systems, where the hell does it go afterwards?
[This is his new favorite thing to bang his head on the walls about: Where Does Corruption Go To Exactly? The world has not yet collapsed, ergo, it must be dissipating in some meaningful way.]
What's in your book? Is it one of the ones wildly obsessed with extolling the virtues of the local pantheon?
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Even if with the switching over between books, he's still thinking about what Palamedes just said. ]
Okay, so not a toxin, but--pollution comes along 'caue we bleed, and we bleed magic. And if we're stressed, we can get corrupted, but hugs and kisses don't do that, right? [ Okay, a small brief smile. ] So it's ours mood that stresses the blood, or magic...and doesn't everyone know warmblood works well again corruption, even though it barely has any magic?
[ That's got to mean something, right? So not an outright toxin, but something that becomes unhealthy to the system if it's stressed. He's sure there's even medical examples of that in the real world. Doesn't the body fail all the time? Killing itself in result of stress.
..granted, Robby doesn't know why warmblood's low magical properties would help towards corruption (is blood itself despite magic really so useful here??), but that's Trench for you. ]
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Divinity is made up and doesn't matter. "Be nice to our local bullies or face the consequences," more like. No offense, if your personal relationship to your patron happens to be spectacular.
[But divinity is still made up and doesn't matter. There's no such thing as gods, only harder hitters and different species of them. In his humble opinion.
Anyway.]
It could still be a toxin. We're dealing with magic, and the ebbs and flows of corruption in this place as a whole; best to leave everything as a maybe for now, rather than cross it off entirely.
That still does beg the question of where does it go, because, frankly— we as a group have done nothing groundbreaking to stop any of this.
[A slightly wry gesture around at their pile of nerd stuff, like, until now! Until now, he knows of no particularly grand or lasting efforts to do something about pollution, and he's been here over a year.]
I have this sinking feeling that most of us are out here doing our best, mostly. Vis-a-vis warmblood and its properties, and et cetera. Let's loop back around: emotional stress causes physical stress on the body, this is basic. Ergo, our emotional issues having an impact on our magic blood makes perfect sense. We could create the toxin ourselves— assuming a toxin is still on the table.
[Maybe he should write this down. He reaches for another, different piece of paper to scribble on.]
Let's narrow it down: do you want to talk causes or solutions first?
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Well, he might ask later. For now he listens on the subject of possibilities, and at the question, only takes a small pause to reply: ]
Causes lead into solutions.
[ Well. Attempts. But he wants to listen, so! Time to zip it. ]
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[For myriad reasons he is one of the people who's made peace with, in all likelihood, having to live here in this place indefinitely, so. There's daily life, and there's Indefinitely.]
We can if-then ourselves to death in here over infinite maybes. Ordinarily, I might. But Viktor operates in the tangible, so shall we start with picking at causes, or work backwards from an ultimate goal?
Or, think of it like this: do you want to save this world, or simply live comfortably in it? The parameters are different, you know?
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I guess... understanding how it works and finding a way to maintain it makes sense to me? If we're the problem, you can't get rid of people bleeding and making more--it's always gonna exist.
[ A pause. ] So less saving the world, more helping out so we're not walking in a pollution fog everywhere?
[ Does that work as an answer... ]
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[Next Nerd Time, perhaps. After a beat:] Don't get me wrong: I'm all for saving this world. But I suspect that's going to involve direct discussion with our local patrons, and diplomacy is a wildly different conversation.
[So! Quality of life improvements first; that's likely the easier one, anyway.]
Now: how much do you know about tidal patterns?
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Especially when the guy asks him about tidal patterns, and Robby confusingly answers: ] Uh--I know the moon influences the tides of the sea... [ A beat. ] Where I'm from.
[ Is that even the same thing, though? ]
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[Another set of notes somewhere around here, which he shuffles his stuff around for before he can actually find it. Nerds.]
Corruption as a tidal function, more or less. Regrettably, we come from the sea, and the Moon Presence and her related stones and such are components in myriad corruption-reduction processes. This, combined with the fact that grander levels of corruption in this place never seem to stray too far from a baseline, begs the question: what keeps the nature of the town in check? Or: does corruption quite literally come with us out of the sea, and Moon Presence manages its overflow, like actual tides?
[He pauses, expectantly. What is the word on creepy sea corruption tides, Robby. What do you think.]
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Is it at a baseline? Isn't some parts of the cities worse than others? The Moon having something to do with corruption sounds possible if we have stones from it, but-- wait, [ wait wait, ] there's something other than Lunar Orbs?
[ He's figuring on the spot he doesn't know which stones the man means, and almost thought he meant bloodstones to begin with. But now he's a furrowed brow, thinking--huh? ]
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[Some kind of status quo, he thinks. It's a guess, but...
Well, it seems as possible as anything. He shrugs.]
As for Moon Presence: the whole Sanctuary is seemingly protected by her and her influence; there have been times the wilder incidents in the city couldn't reach us, thanks to that. We're looked after, I suppose. As for stones and such, absolutely: we found rituals to create anti-corruption tools, similarly under the moon's influence.
[...this is probably a thing he should have been more active in advertising outside Sanctuary, but. There were other pressing matters. Oops.]
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Is it better than using blood? What's the downside to making them?
[ Because everyone would be using them if they were accessible, wouldn't they? Less bloodshed means less pollution. ]
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[He makes a face, because of course there are drawbacks to this kind of apparent miracle tool, and luckily he's memorized every piece of text he's ever read, so he can easily recite:]
'But the weapons began to crack at the edges and where they had once glowed with the white light of the Moon Drops, they dulled. The tips turned black and it seemed that for all the corruption it cured, the more corrupted the weapon itself became'— we found it back when we were documenting this place, earmarked as from a book of fables. Now, given how much around here really does operate on word of mouth mysticism, there's no real verification process for the story...
[He shrugs again. So maybe this guy in an old story turned into a beast. Like, that happens. Moderation is key.]
Personally, I think it makes sense. Doesn't it? If corruption is indeed comparable to a toxin, then to draw it out of one source and hold it in another follows logically. And if used safely and with considerable oversight, these things could remove corruption from a person at the cost of a— a pretty moon knife, or something, it's an option.
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...I always thought corruption disappeared. [ Admittedly. But he's tugging his mouth aside. ] Corruption's the symptom of pollution, right? So it's a reaction. That's what I thought. People put around incense and everything to keep it down, but...
[ A small shrug, and admittedly: ] I haven't been studying. Just kinda made sense some of it goes, if it's the moon or us doing it.
[ But now Robby isn't sure, and he feels like he's touching more on a subject that he doesn't understand, asks: ] So what do you think Moon Presence does with it? If they're not uh, destroying it?
[ For one way of putting it. ]
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[He says this with absolutely complete conviction, like he's thought long and hard about this before. Because he has, and he figures, what reason is there to go against the idea of Moon Presence converting corruption into an energy source? The whole ebb and flow of corruption in this place points to something cyclical anyway, he thinks.
But okay, holding up a hand,] Or something like that. Processing it, cleansing it, it's not like any of us have asked. A creature like Moon Presence may very well interact completely differently than we do with the "substance" of corruption, after all.
However, you raise a good point: where does it go? I've tossed around the idea that it has its own antithesis, like matter and antimatter. We measure corruption and pollution by its effects on us, yeah? We don't look at corruption in jars and vials. So there may very well be another "substance" we can't see that manifests from things like the incense, or even the hugs and kisses. Admittedly, I'm biased: this two-energies system is how things operate at home.
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Have one substance, stick another in it, come out with something new? [ It wasn't that unusual. But sticking corruption in jars or vials... that does make him think. ]
Has anyone actually looked at corruption or pollution on a molecule level? Whatever that is here. If it's just blood or something else-- do we have the tech for that?
[ How do you identify gas molecules, for example? Or could you look at the blood of someone corrupted and see it that way, under a microscope? ]
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[And, hmm, that's a good question... He remembers hearing here and there from a few people about trying to study blood, but most of them have since left the city long before this new project got started. Shame, honestly.]
Viktor has microscopes, [he says, with the slight shrug of someone who is not that kind of researcher. He's a death wizard, he has so much less experience with technology that isn't kinda-sorta made out of flesh and bone, but not gross like it sounds.] That is a Viktor question, most assuredly.
[Allow him to flip to a new page of notes, write down "VIKTOR QUESTIONS," and then "microscope???" Tada.]
I'm well-situated at the Lumenarium enough to get us some corrupted blood samples. Viktor would absolutely have our hides for getting corrupted on purpose, even for donations.
[Said so fondly, nothing gets him more saccharine than Viktor being a mother hen, swoon.]
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...live samples might be better. [ After all. But it's followed by a shrug, adding: ] I'd do it. I mean, if we need it. We can get rid of it anyway. [ So it doesn't seem that big of a risk. ]
Viktor doesn't seem like he'd go crazy with it. [ Unless he is secretly a mad scientist type... Robby only knows them via media. ] But I guess our focus is on the corruption on the outside. Or pollution.
[ Less inside. ]
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[Palamedes, a guy who regularly will slice his hands open to do necromagic, the kind of bloodletting Viktor complains about: "Wow, why doesn't anyone like it when I do that??"
But no matter. They probably shouldn't corrupt themselves intentionally, a thing Palamedes believes only because he absolutely would, which means a normal person would not, therefore -- they shouldn't.]
Regardless, the Lumenarium has plenty of visitors suffering from corruption, without us having to make any more. So does the Sanctuary— we've got options.
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But okay. So if corruption or pollution's something Moon Presence can digest, destroy--but Never Mind thinks we can destroy it too with our powers. [ A beat. ] Darkblood powers, kind of...warp it into non-existence. If it's that easy, someone would have done it by now--but does lunar energy have any effect on corruption?
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[As the self-proclaimed ethics and safety committee of Viktor's research efforts, he's allowed to declare this. Maybe it's a joke, maybe it's not, who knows!!]
Lunar energy: yes, I'm fairly certain. The relics I mentioned only move it around, as discussed, but the purest form of energy may very well dissolve it entirely. Warping it with darkblood powers raises the same concern as the relics, I'd think: where is it going, ultimately? We don't want to find a pit of corruption somewhere later on that we created ourselves.
dang brain, where did you get 'would' from 'was'??
[ Like, huh. That's weird. He can get why Palamedes is cautious about 'where does corruption go' when something so useful doesn't just...get rid of it. ]
brains be like that sometimes
[He pushes his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose, waving his other hand like, never mind, now he's going off on another tangent. Entropy! Listen to him!]
We can try. Let's start with an object and not a person, just in case.