He nodded and uncorked one of the bottles. "Homunculus, bring me a pipette!" Hieronymus came limping out of the room, nursing one of his arms and looking significantly more tattered as he started rooting through a broken cupboard.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Kivvien sighed. "Hieronymus, go rest, I'll take care of this." He moved to get the pipet. While he was creating the salve he had become rather familiar with the chaotic space of the old scholar.
"I'll get it, sir," Hieronymus mumbled, producing a tray of glass pipettes and cranking toward Laurean.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Kivvien shook his head and allowed him to give the tray to Laurean, then said, "Please go upstairs and rest. Your master has no need for you whilst I'm here."
"I'll say when I have need of him and when I don't. With all due respect of course, sir." Laurean gave Hieronymus a glare. "Stay." Hieronymus dipped his head.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"He can sit right there and rest just as easily as he could far away," Laurean pointed out stiffly. "Leave it be."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Kivvien shook his head. "Test the acid," he said tersely. This was going to be a long...however long he was going to have to stay here, working with this man.
Laurean used the pipette to squeeze a little acid onto the demon flesh.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"Right. Moving on." He went to the next least acidic, wiping off the last substance.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"Right," Laurean sighed, settling aside all the other bottles. "We have a start, then! We need something that will be able to carry it."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"We could bind it to a common virus, which we may need to modify to attack the demonic flesh," Kivvien suggested.
(i feel like I'm just typing gibberish half the time)(yes that is a science word that means sort of what i want it to)(lets just say these words, Grand will get it)
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers
