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Fucking hell...
[But maybe there's another way. Something else she can do, however small. It would be so simple. Painful, to be sure, but simple. She jumps at the possibility.]
I can help with the toxic fog.
[She sounds positive about it. Eager to do it, too.]
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And then...he tenses. The cat's ears swivel back, an almost horizontal line at the scalp, as he slowly opens his mouth to speak.]
....I have a feeling I'll regret this...but how?
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Don't give me shit, Noa. Not right now.
[She laces the fingers of two hands together, rests them on her knees, and leans in closer. She's clearly VERY serious about this.]
How much do you know about sarin gas?
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[Still, he'll hear her out. ...For now.] I'll admit I'm curious about what sarin gas has to do with this though so go on.
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[It's a lunatic idea, an absolutely unhinged thing to even THINK about trying, but she's not wrong. All John had needed to do was present her with the idea and tell her he believed in her, and she'd gone for it.
She holds up three fingers.]
Three hours. I can spend a little over three hours locked in a house, breathing an incredibly lethal nerve agent, while everyone else drops like flies around me.
Get me a sample of the toxic fog.
[Anything for Fog Mom. ANYTHING.]
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It's fungal and parasitic, so no.
[Well that was fast. While there was a brief widening of eyes before the dry, strained reply, he at least he keeps going-] Normally I wouldn't doubt the potential here otherwise...but unfortunately, we aren't dealing with a literal toxin; this is something...alive, for lack of any better word, so it wouldn't work well with that method...
[....................................................] Three hours though, you managed an immunity up to three hours? [At least he sounds amazed? The cat does rub his head as he says this, clearly considering something.]
I can't justify getting a sample back here after what happened over Spring- but I can bring you to the wastes with us, at the borderline; at the very least, we know how to deal with it if it does start to take root...even if we'll be relying heavily on our gifts as Priests to do so.
[The trick is amputation. The worst kind!]
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Fuck.
[Well, there goes that idea. So much for getting to feel useful.]
I don't know shit about fungi. I had to build the sarin resistance for a game; I played the part of a test subject to ensure one of the others made it out alive, and the kicks keeping us in the house with the gas coming through the vents would only unlock once three hours had passed.
[She relates this information like it's the most normal thing in the world.]
John and I never had a reason to work with fungi, or much of anything natural. But I'll go with you to the border of the wastes anyway. I need to do something.
[She's intimately familiar with both the concept of self-amputation and the best way to do it, so sign her the fuck up! She won't hesitate to do what needs to be done.]
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[But, that won't do anything for their mood, so as he goes for his tea- he's let it cool, hm- he gives an impressed purr at Amanda's tale.] Well now- I take it the idea was that anyone who passed the test would possibly need assistance getting out? Or did you need someone to perform another task after the game?
[In any case.] Natural isn't easy to control after all- a single thing goes wrong and there's not going to be any dialing back. But yes; we might not be able to use any resistance tactics, but the best way to learn is to see, and you need to see this.
[The cat pauses, blinking at his friend. Given what he knows of her eagerness, he decides he'd better add one small request.]
...though I'd rather we both use the hazmat for the initial tour of the guide rope's limits at least, so that we can maximize the time...
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It's a long, long story. I'll explain it all later.
[After their current discussion, but before she leaves, Noa WILL hear the story of Saw II.]
Fine. I promise to wear full hazmat gear. Satisfied?
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For now they're just normal cat eyes, and he nods.] Much.
In return, you can take as many pictures of me in my own hazmat as you like. ...As you can imagine, it's made for this form.
[Cute kitty hazmat pictures with which to tease with...Not the best trade, but it's a Trade!]
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Deal. They'll go great with that emo poem you posted to the network.
[That had been YEARS ago, even BEFORE she vanished. Why does her memory have to be so good?!]
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[NO
NO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-]
How do you even remember that still!!
[The point goes to Amanda this time!]