[Tav hasn’t told anyone much of anything other than the whole son of the god of murder thing, but he’s come to his own quiet revelation talking to Bastien.]
The other murders were to prepare me to serve as my father’s emissary, but he shouldn’t be able to reach me here. The only cure should be to break the blood bond connecting us.
( Strange pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Is this what it feels like when the locals talk to him and he blithely mentions reading from cursed books or reality-incursions destroying universes? He feels suddenly, vaguely contrite for how blasé he’d been with all of them. )
Okay, so, pretty standard father-son fated blood pact stuff. Got it.
( Yeah, his head hurts. But he scuffs the dirt with the toe of a shoe, pondering the nature of the problem. The others have it under control, right? They must have it under control.
Maybe he’ll check with some of the others in leadership later. Just, y’know, to be on the safe side. )
Well, ( and it’s starting to sound like a gentle, polite dismissal, ) I’ll get you those books, as mentioned, and we’ll keep working on these herbs. And I’ll look into those soporific spells. And if you think of anything else you might need from me as Head Healer, don’t hesitate to ask. I might have more questions for you later; I’m interested in both medical issues and magical issues, and your… problem seems to straddle both.
[Tav sits back in the dirt, nodding along to Strange's words. He can only hope, and maybe even pray, that a cure can be found before another episode occurs.]
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The other murders were to prepare me to serve as my father’s emissary, but he shouldn’t be able to reach me here. The only cure should be to break the blood bond connecting us.
Which means killing him… or myself.
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Okay, so, pretty standard father-son fated blood pact stuff. Got it.
Who’s your father, that he needs an emissary?
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[Tav blows out a breath. Yeah there’s extra murder on top of the murder already there.]
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Okay. I met some gods once. Mischief and thunder, so not murder, but like, pantheons contain multitudes—
( hhhhghhhhh )
I suppose we can’t help who we’re related to— I mean, I’m assuming you’re anti-, right? Anti-murder, on this whole topic?
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Yes, quite anti-murder.
possibly done, or over to you to wrap this one? <3
( Yeah, his head hurts. But he scuffs the dirt with the toe of a shoe, pondering the nature of the problem. The others have it under control, right? They must have it under control.
Maybe he’ll check with some of the others in leadership later. Just, y’know, to be on the safe side. )
Well, ( and it’s starting to sound like a gentle, polite dismissal, ) I’ll get you those books, as mentioned, and we’ll keep working on these herbs. And I’ll look into those soporific spells. And if you think of anything else you might need from me as Head Healer, don’t hesitate to ask. I might have more questions for you later; I’m interested in both medical issues and magical issues, and your… problem seems to straddle both.
We can wrap right here!
It's all I could ever ask for, thank you.