[ Please, Fizz, love yourself. No more Fizzies for people to fuck!!!!! We must draw hard lines!!!!!
―Anyway. Their surroundings are thus: a cavernous, two-story crypt with labyrinthine tunnels leading north and south from the main sarcophagus room. Regis is currently sat on the dirt-covered stone of said sarcophagus room, his back to the stairs leading up to a cozy alcove lined with fully-occupied bookshelves. Posters with hand-drawn anatomy studies are carefully pinned to crumbling mortar; there are dried herbs hanging from reinforced wooden scaffolding, casting strange shadows onto tables decorated with vials and glasses connected by tubes.
A library, a laboratory, a hideout. Regis lets Fizz look around with impunity, taking time with his own ascent back onto his feet. ]
Back to Hell, of all places?
[ A question delivered like a laugh. There's something funny about someone wanting to be sent to Hell without it being a self-destructive desire. ]
Well, I shall see what I can do. [ Very exciting! ] And yes, I think candor would help far more than hinder, in this case. We seem to be dealing with a great deal of unknowns.
[ Patting dirt off his pant leg: ] But before we get down to business－
－you can allow yourself your emotions. Break a glass or two, if need be. I've many to spare.
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―Anyway. Their surroundings are thus: a cavernous, two-story crypt with labyrinthine tunnels leading north and south from the main sarcophagus room. Regis is currently sat on the dirt-covered stone of said sarcophagus room, his back to the stairs leading up to a cozy alcove lined with fully-occupied bookshelves. Posters with hand-drawn anatomy studies are carefully pinned to crumbling mortar; there are dried herbs hanging from reinforced wooden scaffolding, casting strange shadows onto tables decorated with vials and glasses connected by tubes.
A library, a laboratory, a hideout. Regis lets Fizz look around with impunity, taking time with his own ascent back onto his feet. ]
Back to Hell, of all places?
[ A question delivered like a laugh. There's something funny about someone wanting to be sent to Hell without it being a self-destructive desire. ]
Well, I shall see what I can do. [ Very exciting! ] And yes, I think candor would help far more than hinder, in this case. We seem to be dealing with a great deal of unknowns.
[ Patting dirt off his pant leg: ] But before we get down to business－
－you can allow yourself your emotions. Break a glass or two, if need be. I've many to spare.