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[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 84, Morning
Where: Wherever
What: Mingle!

[At some point during the early hours Eizon's Directory flickered for a several minutes before finally turning to nothing but static. I hope you remembered who gives soap, Thusia. Otherwise, the morning has started off uneventful.]

Comments

[darkskies]

[It should be.] Is that your blood or that thing, that is leaving such a lovely trail?

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Raises the fist gripping the lizagon tail as if in answer. She's got her fair share of scrapes and cuts, but they've all stopped bleeding by now.]

[darkskies]

[Frowns. Not nearly as tasty then.] Don't you know how to dress a kill?

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Its face is a mess, if she can see it. How it's been killed is obvious, a single shot to the head, but it's been done at close range with an incredibly powerful gun. It's not a pretty sight.]

Dress a kill? I was planning on tearing it apart and harvesting it's organs when I got it back, not taking it to dinner.

[darkskies]

[Ugh. Humans.] Dressing a kill doesn't mean you are taking it to dinner. It means you are draining the blood, gutting it and taking out the organs so that it doesn't leave that [Pointing to the blood trail] all over the place. You also do it so it doesn't start bloating up with stink by the time you cart it home.

[Realizes she is ranting and polite coughs.] Ahem. It also stops things like flies from annoying you.

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Lips twitch into an amused smirk at the rant, looking down at the floor.]

I think the red's an improvement... but you're right, I don't have a clue.

[darkskies]

[Red was definitely an improvement. She even nods in agreement.] I can teach you what I know, if you are willing to learn.

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Thinks a moment, looking at the corpse. It's been a few hours and it is starting to turn. Plus, knowing her luck, something will have happened while she's been missing and she won't be able to see to it right away.]

Alright, I have time.

[darkskies]

[Looking over the kill again, Luiscina struggles not to curl her lip. It is too far gone to dress it properly. Only butchering it soon will still make it edible.]
That kill is past dressing. I will have to show you on a fresh one. It is best to get that somewhere where you can harvest it of the essentials sooner rather than later.

[cloak_and_sniper]

[Rubs her forehead with the back of her gauntlet and sighs, readjusting her grip on the lizagon's tail.]

Maybe it'd be best if I came to find you next time I go hunting.