That voodoo that you do 2

Oh shut up. That's not funny. (When will I learn not to ask these obvious questions...)

It's surrealist humour. You get a lot of it in Mutt's native traditions. Quite similar to the Applestone sense of humour too. (Now why could that be...)

You know that is not what I meant, stupid horrible mage. *sticks some more pins through Suitov's doll*

*Picks up Weft doll, sets it on a rock.

Shoots it. Repeatedly.

Puts some ammo into the donation box and walks off.*

Out of curiosity, and not that I don't enjoy displays of sharpshooting, what's he done to you?

My money's on jealousy.

...

*Quietly and carefully tears the limbs off a Sebastian doll.*

And what are you jealous of?

Perhaps he just wants the pair of them to match. How charitable! How cute!

...I always feel like I should be healing these things...

...he burned my puppet.

Good point.

...

Siri, you mean healing the dolls, yes? Not healing people of cuteness and charitability...

*nods* Quite ridiculous, because they're only dolls, it would encourage more pointless destruction... and besides, this is a Prometheus deal anyway, right?

That and I know for certain that I'm not the best needleworker around. Sutures, though, those I can do.

hm?

Oh, Prometheus deal for the dolls. Sisyphus deal for you.

*snigger* Augean stabels more like, modding this place

Hm, but that work was finished at some point...


* The Suitov doll spontaneously crumbles to dust. Nico watches it. *

Now, that was weird.

*regards dust with some surprise*

*shrugs and goes back to practising creating puffs of illusory apple-smelling petals from his fingertips for the sheer hell of it*

*Humanoid in light blue uniform pops into existence. He's carrying a punnet*

Hello, anyone here name of Suit-ove?

There may be. Who wanted him?

Delivery for him. *waves punnet*

Oh, fine. Yes, that'd be me.

Baskerville: Does it explode? Huh? Does it? Does it?

* Looks a bit suspicious, then shrugs. Collects a signature and hands over the punnet. *

Well, good day to you.

* nods and poofs away *

[The punnet is covered with a cloth, and there are a couple of fine-looking apples in it.]