[And here Ianthe hadn't thought Seviilia could manage to be more attractive than she already was. It was nice to be wrong sometimes.]
I never have understood the hang-up; flesh is flesh. Shame I don't have any leftovers remaining to share. Her cooks are excellent.
[Looking over the sketch, Ianthe had a good idea what Seviilia wanted. She wasn't going to need the skeletal hands, which she was glad for as she'd taken them from one of her skeletal servants. Considering she only had two, a handless one was far from useful.
She took some of the other bone to start fashioning a basic crossguard and hilt. She'd shape them once the pieces were assembled.]
Oh I'm certain it's something along the lines of thinking too much about where one's food comes from. I certainly didn't make many friends even amongst the Ebon Blade with that habit -- and they were all also undead.
[She offered a small and hapless shrug.]
Living flesh was one of the few things that satiated my appetite. Though I'm not entirely upset about that no longer being the case.
It's a delicacy and necessary source of thanergy for those of my House. I've consumed it on and off since a child. I don't exactly advertise this fact but a few here know. Should you ever find yourself craving it or simply curious what it would taste like now, let me know.
[The two crossguards and hilts done, Ianthe slid them into place on the blade, adjusting the hilt to fit the tang in each.]
Patella... patella. [Where did those get to? Ianthe found one but not the other. So she headed into the meat locker for a second one.]
[The elf blinked and straightened from where she had been bent over on the table. Despite what she knew about Ianthe, and despite what she had just said, the offer still managed to catch her off-guard.
Hm.
She watched her disappear into the locker and called after her:]
Got enemies, have you? Or are you offering yourself?
[She wasn't particularly thirsty to taste flesh again, if she were being honest with herself. But the offer required clarification for other reasons.]
[Said with a genuine air of interest. Enjoying pain was one thing, but letting yourself be eaten? She classified that as quite another. But who was she to judge?
Besides, part of her would be lying if she tried to argue that she wasn't interested to see how her tastes had changed, now that she was living again.]
You know where to find me if you want a bite. Of any kind.
[The patella bones were rounded and smoothed out and set to the side. Before they would be added, she took a rib bone and drew it out long and thin before wrapping it like cording about the hilts.]
You are one of the very few that can throw me over your shoulder in public without retribution.
Can't I just want to make you swords? [Okay, that wasn't even remotely believable, and Ianthe knew it.]
Alright, alright... [She laughed a little, wrapping the other hilt.] I have a research project coming up once the snow falls that I'd like to bring you in on. These swords are an essential element to that; a knight must be properly armed. Do you know what a yeti is?
[A research project involving large beasts? Her ears flicked with some interest, and the smile stayed plastered to her face as she glanced back down toward the swords.]
[The pommels were shaped to smooth curves and added to the sword. For the moment, both were done in their most basic, unadorned forms. Ianthe needed to check their balance before proceeding with edging, ornamentation, and style.]
They aren't done yet, but handle them and let me know where you want them weighted at and any adjustments to the grip. [She stepped back to let Seviilia at them. The most notable thing would be how light they were compared to steel.]
I intend on putting together a small troupe to hunt down a couple yeti. They are solitary hunters, about fifteen feet tall, with an unnatural cold in their claws. I want to kill one and dissect it. Specifically, I want to examine its brain and neural network. And then, once I understand it, I want to capture a live one and mold its memories, turn it docile and loyal, so I can strip it of its flesh and make a sentient skeletal servant.
I've faced these yeti before. I can't do this on my own.
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Re: cw: bones and cannibalism
I never have understood the hang-up; flesh is flesh. Shame I don't have any leftovers remaining to share. Her cooks are excellent.
[Looking over the sketch, Ianthe had a good idea what Seviilia wanted. She wasn't going to need the skeletal hands, which she was glad for as she'd taken them from one of her skeletal servants. Considering she only had two, a handless one was far from useful.
She took some of the other bone to start fashioning a basic crossguard and hilt. She'd shape them once the pieces were assembled.]
cw: bones and cannibalism
[She offered a small and hapless shrug.]
Living flesh was one of the few things that satiated my appetite. Though I'm not entirely upset about that no longer being the case.
cw: bones and cannibalism
[The two crossguards and hilts done, Ianthe slid them into place on the blade, adjusting the hilt to fit the tang in each.]
Patella... patella. [Where did those get to? Ianthe found one but not the other. So she headed into the meat locker for a second one.]
cw: bones and cannibalism
Hm.
She watched her disappear into the locker and called after her:]
Got enemies, have you? Or are you offering yourself?
[She wasn't particularly thirsty to taste flesh again, if she were being honest with herself. But the offer required clarification for other reasons.]
cw: bones and cannibalism
[Ah, there's the other patella she needed. Grabbing, it she returned to the table. These would become pommels.]
I also handle the corpses of the fallen in preparation for Resurrection. A little less flesh won't be missed.
cw: bones and cannibalism
[Said with a genuine air of interest. Enjoying pain was one thing, but letting yourself be eaten? She classified that as quite another. But who was she to judge?
Besides, part of her would be lying if she tried to argue that she wasn't interested to see how her tastes had changed, now that she was living again.]
I'll keep that in mind.
cw: bones and cannibalism
[The patella bones were rounded and smoothed out and set to the side. Before they would be added, she took a rib bone and drew it out long and thin before wrapping it like cording about the hilts.]
You are one of the very few that can throw me over your shoulder in public without retribution.
cw: bones and cannibalism
[Even if she wasn't entirely pondering the idea, it was difficult not to be charmed by her following admission. She was not at all beneath flattery.]
So, are you going to tell me what prompted this sudden bout of generosity, or must I stand here wilting in ignorance?
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Alright, alright... [She laughed a little, wrapping the other hilt.] I have a research project coming up once the snow falls that I'd like to bring you in on. These swords are an essential element to that; a knight must be properly armed. Do you know what a yeti is?
no subject
I do...what is it that you intend?
cw: unethical scientific experimentation
They aren't done yet, but handle them and let me know where you want them weighted at and any adjustments to the grip. [She stepped back to let Seviilia at them. The most notable thing would be how light they were compared to steel.]
I intend on putting together a small troupe to hunt down a couple yeti. They are solitary hunters, about fifteen feet tall, with an unnatural cold in their claws. I want to kill one and dissect it. Specifically, I want to examine its brain and neural network. And then, once I understand it, I want to capture a live one and mold its memories, turn it docile and loyal, so I can strip it of its flesh and make a sentient skeletal servant.
I've faced these yeti before. I can't do this on my own.