WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

[foundationmods]

Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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Comments

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Not normally, no. We can be poisoned, but we have a resistance towards normal ones innately - which is why I wasn't worried about plunging into the forest.

[AT LEAST I'M PARSING IT THAT WAY, THANKS GAME]

Though those of us who died to poison would be more easily poisoned.

[Anyway, he nods - and moves his left hand to it, still putting down pressure.]

Of course.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard nods and darts off to find supplies, returning several minutes later with his first aid kit. Sorry, crime grandpa, he's working on getting your clothing away from the wound which means stripping you to the waist.]

If I could use my power... I'm sorry I have to do this the old-fashioned way.

[He takes a deep breath.]

Those blood spears it used on you... they remind me of what I did to Anon.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Oh no his modesty!!

Though as he strips away, he'll see that, uh. Moriarty really shouldn't be alive right now. There's injuries in places that are pretty much fatal, with golden sparks flowing out of the wounds every now and then - yet, he's still here, and the blood flow is slowly closing up, the sparks becoming less and less.

Tl;dr he basically got down to like 10 hp but he'll live.]

It's fine. You'd be much better at this than I am, at any rate.

[He tries not to move much, but then sighs.]

It's a part of the demon. It's - a bit like that, I assume. An 'author of bloodshed' - though I detest magecraft, it's not a leap to think he could use blood magic.

[cryosurgeon]

Mein Gott, if you were human, you'd be dead from these injuries. I'm glad I followed the sound of that monster's howling.

[That sound should never come from the throat of a man like Sherlock. The demon's presence is a profanity on the detective's memory, and yet Erhard remembers what he almost did in desperation. He has a sinking feeling this particular demon is far more dangerous than any of the others.

Carefully he applies salve and wraps Moriarty's wounds, grateful that they already seem to be healing slowly on their own.]

And I'm still trying to get used to the concept of magic being a real thing. Magic, Servants, Witches... none of those things exist in my world.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I haven't been human in many years, so that's no surprise there.

[At what Erhard says, he laughs - though it brings with it another clotted blob of blood, enough so that he winces.]

As far as you know, anyway. In my own world, not many people knew of Magecraft, or the Clocktower. It's entirely possible magic still exists, as irrational as it is.

[cryosurgeon]

... maybe. In a way, I hope you're right.

[He looks down at the back of his hand.]

If I had magic, I'd offer to support Sherlock once we go back to the Foundation. It's probably just a silly wish, but it would mean a lot to me to be able to help him.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Bah, don't worry about him. I'm certain Holmes has his own way of surviving in the place, Master or no Master.

[He waves his left arm in the air, though it's clear he's very tired.]

...Thank you for tending to my wounds, but - It's costing too much mana to keep myself out like this instead of going into spirit form. None of you will be seeing me around for a few days, I suspect.

[cryosurgeon]

You do what you have to in order to recover. I'll be glad to see you again when you're back to your full strength.

[And Erhard actually offers crime grandpa a small smile.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He laughs in response - and then, almost instantly - he's gone, as if he never existed.

Only the blood on the ground shows that he was there, in front of Erhard.]