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Wabacha wrote:

OOC: That isn't how the Drinker works. Kirk has to make physical contact and take it, he never touched Richard. The Drinker's envy created a facsimile of what it desired, but it wasn't permanent.

His second soul dutifully does its best to patch the grievous wound in his side, but Kirk's attention is locked on something else. Not the wound. Not the blood exiting his body. Not the collecting Starlight in the monster personating his wife's hand. No. "How many..."

"How many did you kill with Joanne's face."

His position no longer obscured, wind whipping and whirling through the hollow building he was now taking refuge in, the Beast could easily get a line of sight now as she heard his hollow tone as she just flashes a toothy grin down at him. "As if I would keep count. Do you count all of the bugs you have squashed? Though I believe it was an large number. Especially in the last few days of the war, whole teams would ignore the warnings set before them and brave these cursed lands in search for a way to stop all of the wonderful bloodshed. I mean, imagine murdering each over a fakers throne... How self important and deluded can all of you get." Her eyes stayed affixed to him, his attention was squarely on her and she will need to be wary of just what he does. Even with this distance between them she didn't know what kind of tricks he and the Drinker still had.