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[twocomplex]

Fight back? What does that mean, fight back? No need to worry and you've not bothered to consider your own well-being?

Must I force myself down there to guide sense into you?

[noctiphile]

What does it mean? Well, I thought it was fairly obvious but

[attached: downwards shot of Mattias' body covered in spiked vines]

No need to worry, though! I've got it handled! Besides, I think we both know a trip back to the planet might very well kill you this time.

[twocomplex]

[He's not so noble as to actually consider traveling back to that planet, let alone anywhere near it. But goddess--]

And it seems if I leave you there alone you'll wind up dead yourself. You do realize you just said "No need to worry!" after sending me a picture of yourself covered in those spikes, don't you?

[He's going to have to prepare a medkit for when he returns, isn't he?]

At the very least, let me know what's happening.

[noctiphile]

Well, the vines are constricting. Either trying to suffocate me or cut off my limbs. Possibly both. I've an arm free though! And I'm working on a leg. Should be free in a few minutes.

[twocomplex]

[He actually has to smear a hand down his face before replying to this.]

Goddess. And will they just stop there? If there are vines that can attempt to kill you, who knows what else there may be. How will you sleep at ease?

[noctiphile]

[Sent a few minutes later]

With you by my side, preferably.

I'm free from the vines, by the way. Still searching for samples. I'll be sure to avoid the sharp trees.

[twocomplex]

And caressed by bandages. A lovely image.

But I'm glad to hear it. Keep it that way, would you? Perhaps you should deal with the cliche and enjoy some peaceful flowers.

[noctiphile]

You sound disappointed. Just think. I'll be gift-wrapped for you.

[twocomplex]

I'd prefer if my 'gifts' weren't bleeding or half-conscious. For the record.

Let me see your face.

[noctiphile]

You can't be serious! Now?

[twocomplex]

I'm completely serious! Come on, let me see it.

[noctiphile]

[It takes him like 10 minutes and then:

attached: me1.jpg]

Oh. Wait. No. No, that's the wrong one. Don't look at that one! The angle's all wrong and the lighting. No, no. This one's better.

[attached: betterme.jpg]

[twocomplex]

Not one, but two pictures! I truly am a lucky man. Personally, I prefer the first. It's more natural.

I quite like this, Mattias.

[noctiphile]

What? The picture? You must be joking, my hair's a mess, not to mention my clothes! And there's even a plant behind me that looks like it's exploding from my nose. It's not a flattering picture at all. Delete it, would you?

Hold on. There's more hostile plants up ahead.

[twocomplex]

While that's not quite what I was speaking of, I refuse! I quite like your hair when you're at work.

[It makes him want to mess it up further.]

More, though? Be careful.

[noctiphile]

They're cleared! More are coming, though. I don't think they appreciated my setting their brethren on fire.

[twocomplex]

I find it strange that your continued attempts bring more hostility... Are you certain you should be heading the way you are?

[noctiphile]

Well, I'm far from finished gathering supplies for you.

Although, if you're truly so worried I could come back later. I suppose.

[twocomplex]

You'll need to be alive to gather supplies. It won't be too much trouble to return, will it? I would like to see you, and you can rest.

[noctiphile]

How can I resist such a persuasive argument?

Very well, I'll head back.

[twocomplex]

[He really does want that serum, but it's also nerve-wracking... And besides, Mattias dying would do no good. He doesn't think about the way it pains him.]

It relieves me to hear that. Shall I have something for us to drink? Eat? I can only stare at all of this mapping work for so long.

[He's teasing, mostly. He has been working as hard as he could on his own!! Mattias will be pleased.]

[noctiphile]

You've been working on the map?

[That's... cute.]

Get us some alcohol. And coffee. Oh, and that stuff we got three days ago. You remember that?

[twocomplex]

What kind of man do you take me for? I can't sit back and watch you at work while doing nothing myself. I'm doing what I can.

"That stuff," though, how vague. Luckily, I do know just what you're speaking of. I'll have it all prepared for you, my dear Mattias.

[noctiphile]

You truly are my dear prince.

I'll return with haste.

[twocomplex]

Let me know if you run into more trouble. I'll see you soon.

[When Mattias does return, he'll find that Oren has indeed acquired all of the goods he'd promised. The alcohol sits neatly on the "main" table he'd cleared off, next to a new vase that carries one single flower. It's nothing beautiful, not from what Oren would describe, but it was so unique that he'd thought Mattias would enjoy it.

There's coffee brewing in the pot, and Oren is so buried in papers and books on the bed that he can't quite move to get up and greet him properly. Instead, he offers him a warm smile.]