( Soul is willing, body isn't... Esikko flicks a glance in Dabi's direction, just briefly catching the way his head dips. )
The body... You might be right about that. It's hard for me to tell from here, with this, but— I'll write that down.
( Later, when his hands are less busy. Right now, he opens his mouth a little, like he wants to continue that thought, like he could probably ramble about souls and bodies for another ten minutes— but his wandering fingers have gathered as much information as he can get, right now, and the House wants to rummage right back. His eyes dart right back to the skeleton of what he's working with as bloody roots wrap around his wrists, threatening to work up further as Esikko's body slumps into unconsciousness.
Thankfully, it only lasts a matter of seconds, three or four, and then he's jolting back awake with a short gasp, yanking his wrists back and free with a snap of bloody strings that sounds more like a tree root being ripped from soil. From there, all of his hard work falls apart in an instant— blood loses shape and splatters to the ground, the offerings he'd placed around burst into flames and burn right out in curious fires that don't seem to spread. )
Damn it— ( Well, now it's even more of a mess than it had been before. There's blood on the both of them, not helped as Esikko places a palm on Dabi's leg to steady himself as he's sitting, his other lifting to touch curiously beneath his nose, where far more blood than the last time is rushing past the smeared blood from before. It's a little dizzying. )
It searched back. ( Just, an explanation for this very messy ending to what he wanted to be a neat, helpful, useful gathering of information. He cups his hand over it now, and when it begins to drip through that, pinches his nose. God, why, the biggest thing he's bothered to show Dabi and this is how it's going, that's just Great— ) But I was able to get a bit more... I can write it down, maybe. I can give you a summary, in text, if you want.
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The body... You might be right about that. It's hard for me to tell from here, with this, but— I'll write that down.
( Later, when his hands are less busy. Right now, he opens his mouth a little, like he wants to continue that thought, like he could probably ramble about souls and bodies for another ten minutes— but his wandering fingers have gathered as much information as he can get, right now, and the House wants to rummage right back. His eyes dart right back to the skeleton of what he's working with as bloody roots wrap around his wrists, threatening to work up further as Esikko's body slumps into unconsciousness.
Thankfully, it only lasts a matter of seconds, three or four, and then he's jolting back awake with a short gasp, yanking his wrists back and free with a snap of bloody strings that sounds more like a tree root being ripped from soil. From there, all of his hard work falls apart in an instant— blood loses shape and splatters to the ground, the offerings he'd placed around burst into flames and burn right out in curious fires that don't seem to spread. )
Damn it— ( Well, now it's even more of a mess than it had been before. There's blood on the both of them, not helped as Esikko places a palm on Dabi's leg to steady himself as he's sitting, his other lifting to touch curiously beneath his nose, where far more blood than the last time is rushing past the smeared blood from before. It's a little dizzying. )
It searched back. ( Just, an explanation for this very messy ending to what he wanted to be a neat, helpful, useful gathering of information. He cups his hand over it now, and when it begins to drip through that, pinches his nose. God, why, the biggest thing he's bothered to show Dabi and this is how it's going, that's just Great— ) But I was able to get a bit more... I can write it down, maybe. I can give you a summary, in text, if you want.