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Stop and smell the grass
WHO: Kurloz Makara
TONE: somewhat macabre
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 13 October, early evening
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Kurloz is taking advantage of Hogwarts' massive library and delving into the medical biology section. (btw he's not wearing his makeup, just his eyeliner)
STATUS: ONGOING
Kurloz had decided to spend the majority of his Saturday sketching. Not completely unusual, and some of the sketches had even been lighthearted ones of the outdoor scenery. He'd even bothered to collect one of the autumn leaves and draw it out in exquisite detail, but then he'd gotten lost in the veins of the plant. Veins had led to thoughts of blood, and blood had led to here, the library, in the shadowy section on biology. He hadn't bothered with the general Healing tomes - he'd gone straight for the titles regarding the transformation and distortion of anatomy through spellwork, staring fascinated at the images depicting various gruesome twisted creatures and failed experiments.
He sat at one of the desks, several of the books piled at his arm as he scanned through one in front of him, eyes fixated on the detailed water-coloured painting of two wizards that had been merged to share one spine, both of their faces in agony as the writer noted that the subjects had not lasted long under the pain.
TONE: somewhat macabre
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 13 October, early evening
WHERE: Library
WHAT: Kurloz is taking advantage of Hogwarts' massive library and delving into the medical biology section. (btw he's not wearing his makeup, just his eyeliner)
STATUS: ONGOING
Kurloz had decided to spend the majority of his Saturday sketching. Not completely unusual, and some of the sketches had even been lighthearted ones of the outdoor scenery. He'd even bothered to collect one of the autumn leaves and draw it out in exquisite detail, but then he'd gotten lost in the veins of the plant. Veins had led to thoughts of blood, and blood had led to here, the library, in the shadowy section on biology. He hadn't bothered with the general Healing tomes - he'd gone straight for the titles regarding the transformation and distortion of anatomy through spellwork, staring fascinated at the images depicting various gruesome twisted creatures and failed experiments.
He sat at one of the desks, several of the books piled at his arm as he scanned through one in front of him, eyes fixated on the detailed water-coloured painting of two wizards that had been merged to share one spine, both of their faces in agony as the writer noted that the subjects had not lasted long under the pain.
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not the point bro - you've got to up and open your mind to the possibilities of fucking around with anatomy like this. how much can the motherfucking human body take?
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nah bro - this shit's all sorts of wicked awesome to look into to get the gist of how these here spells got developed.
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How do you mean?
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think you'll be getting your experimentation on this kind of stuff underway after you graduate or some shit?
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you can do that shit? have you gone and brought some dead pets to life yet or something???
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guess you just got to be all sorts of careful on what happens with bigger things. maybe you could try catching a toad or some shit from the forest?
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Glancing down at the book again, he asked, "So your interest is merely idle? You're not thinking of becoming a healer or anything like that?"
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sorry bro. you can come around whenever and bounce your ideas and shit off my motherfucking thinkpan though?
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you can try dumbing it down for this fucker? :o)
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I doubt you'd be interested. [mutters, lips pursing and brow furrowing as his shoulders hunch in. Herbert's not very good at hiding his feelings.]
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a brother wouldn't ask if he weren't proper interested.
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