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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well, it could be that either the stuff or the things were painful, but not both - Wait. Why exactly am I arguing grammar with a -

[ And he screams as the hammer comes down. The fact that his splintered bones begin to heal immediately doesn't make them hurt any less in the process. ]

Ow - all right, all right, you've made your point, I'll apologize to the damn bird!

[cawsforalarm]

Nooooooope.

You've made him so upset now! Look, he's crying.

[Henry points with the hammer -- and then skewers a sword that definitely wasn't there before into Valmont's leg.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Wait, stop, where did you get aaahhhhh -

[ No doubt his scream startles a few of the Murkrows as the sword sinks into his leg. The healing power should be kicking in around now, but it can't do much if the sword's still in there, which it is. Which means Valmont gets to deal with unbearable pain for the foreseeable future. Isn't that wonderful? ]

Get it out, get it out, get it out - please -

[ Funny how a word he never uses otherwise comes so easily to him at times like this. ]