Application has been sent! Al is DOOMED

[thesoulbound]

I can't believe you put me into another one, Mun. One isn't enough? You have to put me in two?

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[alchimia]

[ snorts. ] Get used to 'em... Right. You know how I am with so-called-gods, Al.

[thesoulbound]

The people who make up the place aren't bad, Brother. They're stuck just like the rest of us.

[alchimia]

I was more referring to the places we're at now. Bullshit [ finger quotes ] "deities", 'cept I'm not sure which is worse. Collars or tattoos.

[ though, if he knew exactly how the collars functioned, he'd probably dislike the idea of anyone he knows in a place like Atia. ]

This new place isn't like those places, is it?

[thesoulbound]

I'm not certain. There's no physical thing keeping a person trapped. And it sounds like the people there need help.

-=He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.=-

Tattoos?

[alchimia]

That's what the Twelve bastards are trying to tell us where I'm at. Trying to feed us some crap 'bout saving the cosmos or whatever.

[ heaves a petulant huff. ]

Yeah. Everyone gets slapped with one when they arrive. Zodiac crap, 'cause they're pretending to be each of the twelve constellations (even though they're not even visible on the damn planet). So, 'course, I got stuck with some ugly blue squiggly lines on my leg 'bove my automail. Power through multiplication. Aquarius.

[thesoulbound]

Oh.

I wonder what my sign would be.

[alchimia]

'Scorrelated with your birthday, Al.

[ shrugs slightly. silly canon and its unspecified stats for the cast ]

You don't want one anyway. I mean, you have one 'cause you're there, but you don't want one. There's some kinda chemical component to it that causes a slow release of an aphrodisiac into the blood stream.

[thesoulbound]

What? An aphrodisiac ink?

[alchimia]

Yeah. Something like that.