The Hand That Mocked Them

"I should hope so."

"Maybe we ought to design armor to look like demon skeletons from now on," he suggested eagerly.

"That may be bad for optics," Kivvien laughed, "I doubt the queen would agree to such a thing. She is a stickler for tradition after all."

"Oh." He looked disappointed, though he was deeply pleased that Kivvien seemed more at ease with him now.

"Perhaps she could be persuaded toward a temporary display?" Kivvien suggested.

"Hopefully! You could certainly suggest it to her. There's sound reasoning behind it, right?"

"Perhaps. If I can find evidence that demons react to intimidation i may be able to make such an argument."

"Excellent!"

He nodded and got to work packing all the jars away in the chest they came in.

Heironymus helped.

"Place the ones suspended in liquid at the bottom," Kivvien instructed, though it didn't look like Heironymus was having any trouble.

"Certainly!" He did so; he'd been planning to anyway but Kivvien didn't know him very well; he couldn't have known that.

(did we decide that they're a day out from Hiro's master, or still a few days away?)

(I think still a few days)

(Also I found Laurean's homunculus tutorial https://youtube.com/shorts/JhX0LE_D3bc?feature=share)

(I'll watch that when get off work)

"Please, lock up the chest for me," he said, removing his gloves and placing them in a smaller bag, which was then placed off to the side. He took out one of the journals, the one that had yet to be completed, and recorded a few minute discoveries from the dissection. No two specimines were completely alike.