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[herrstory]

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[craftpunk]

Yes.

And at home, they are... very useful, still. Back home, they don't know much of...anything. [ A laugh. ]

Where should we meet? And I guarantee, it will... intrigue you. Particularly given your newest experience.

[herrstory]

Perhaps the porter will be generous to you and send them all home, only to return them without their memories. A new beginning, so to speak.

[ Perhaps. But unlikely. Woden was going to have to use his cunning to survive here now that his secret is out. ]

There is a dilapidated warehouse at the edge of the Maurtia Falls I have used to dispose of corpses before. It used to be a toothbrush manufacturer. No one frequents it since there is a popular drug den a few blocks away in another abandoned building. We should meet there.

[craftpunk]

[ There are clearly more important things, but: ]

What kinds of drugs?

[herrstory]

Does....it matter?

[ He'll answer if it does, but...he's just confused by the question. He doesn't know what David Blake does for a side job, apart from wreak havoc. ]

[craftpunk]

Somewhat.

I do like them, you know. And I suspect all of my stashes are...out of reach.

[herrstory]

[ Ew, David. Don't be gross like Cassidy. ]

Why. I thought that was only an image thing.

[craftpunk]

Because I do enjoy it, it doesn't impair my judgement, and... it numbs certain...things.

[ There are parts of him that remembers that he beheaded his son. Sometimes, it was best to not think about that. ]

[herrstory]

[ Ugh. ]

I suppose we are all allowed our vices. Although I would instead recommend hardcore bdsm.

[craftpunk]

I'm sure it works for some.

[ A beat. ]

Overt shows of lust are... problematic. Drugs are easier, less messy consequences.

[herrstory]

I've never had a problem.

[ Probably because if he ever had, he probably murdered it. Problem solved. ]

I am sure they would allow for you to keep wearing your helmet, if you would feel more comfortable.

[craftpunk]

I have, and had to suffer fifteen years of the consequences. Never again.