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[aprescoup]

( The party's second, more elusive, revived witch appears on everyone's devices — enjoying a steaming, bubbling bath, in a sign that comfort is only unattainable for the unattractive. )

...now, aren't you beautiful, my sweets? And so many more than before, and lively, your flesh teeming with... youth.

This one is only an honoured and unworthy servant, so spare a moment, won't you? There's nothing to fear, I hardly bite, unless... have we still... virgins, each way the eye sees? ( Short, knowing laughter. ) We must relish in innocence.

( If her smile were thinner, it would be the ghost of the party's coin purse. )

Of course, this isn't why I would presume to take up your time, no, not your Hatisse. I only wish, with utmost respect, if I may. A humble warning.

( Her voice briefly ices, while she picks up a diminutive sponge to slowly, sloooooowly rinse her right arm. )

Here, in this gods-forsaken quaint little pedestrian village, where husband is uncle and brother and of the same blood as goats, you do not cross paths with... true witches, no matter what they name themselves. 'Ladies' of... 'lakes.' Remember, the clumsiest, easiest sorcery is the elements, and if they rule water, in a land of waters, don't be impressed.

( Briefly disgusted, as if she prepares to spit out a soured thing: ) They're hedge witches. Primitive, barely trained, and of course, your Hatisse is the daughter of a school, and so perhaps there is the lightest... prejudice, but may I say. Time is not the work of witches who, if rumour is to be believed, can do no better than play in puddles. There must be more. Something or someone.

( And now for an interlude where Hatisse raises herself from the bath, and much of the more risque parts of her body are strategically covered in foam. )

Now... we are friends here, all friends, friends of convenience, but friends. And Hatisse has shared what little was hers to give. But this is a land of the dead, and she cannot do more for you, if she is unknowing. Tell me, my sweets: how many of you are mired in death? How did you come to it?

( ooc: threadjack away! Hatisse will be regrettably available. )

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[redhourglass]

A girl can dream.

How do we know if someone is being controlled?

[aprescoup]

( Here, shrill laughter. )

Never worry. You'll see the dead, manipulated, or the necromancers turned. They'll be the ones with daggers pointed towards you.

[redhourglass]

Great.

( at least she knows how that goes. )

You normally think about death in the bath?

[aprescoup]

And bed and beyond!

[redhourglass]

I probably deserved that.

[aprescoup]

You deserve only blessed and beautiful things, and Hatisse is here to supply them.

[redhourglass]

Yeah? Happen to have a zombie bad guy be gone potion on you?

[aprescoup]

No. But... perhaps something to briefly distract them, if you are chased.

[redhourglass]

I think we'd be more than a little interested in that.

[aprescoup]

Of course. And... far from this one to speak of such crude matters, but... payment?

[redhourglass]

You seem to do ok for yourself. ( raised eyebrows, a nod at the bathtub. but — )

I'm not sure we have much to offer.

[aprescoup]

I do still require... accessories. Perhaps, should you find some freshly culled, may I trouble you for a lung?

[redhourglass]

Weren't you just warning us about strangers who carry around body part souvenirs?

[aprescoup]

Who leave them behind, certainly. I only mean to use them in my own body.

[redhourglass]

... Right.

( she should have seen that coming )

If I see an extra laying around, I'll let you know. Unless ( surely not — ) it needs to be from a living person?

[aprescoup]

No, of course not. Anything — not sickened will do me. If you bring me something ill, it will only rot inside me, and, well. I wouldn't be too grateful.

[redhourglass]

I might regret asking this but … what happened to your lung?