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[vetala]

[You know how sometimes when you panic everything you know about what you're panicking about flies right out the window into the great open skies of What The Actual Fuck?

This is a thing that's happening to Kanti now.]

IT TURNS INTO A CHAINSAW
IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE IT TURNS INTO A CHAINSAW
I HAVE CHAINSAW LIPSTICK
AND I AM BLEEDING CHLOROPHYLL EVERYWHERE
THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED MY WEEK TO GO

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[vetala]

[Kanti's blood reads like a clusterfuck, as if it isn't really sure what's giving it it's pigment. Most likely, it's seems to be somewhat plantish, and definitely not entirely human. However, if or when the volunteer exposes it to other blood, any blood, there is no negative reaction.

Back in the infirmary, Kanti keeps pressure on the cut and looks around the room. There obviously isn't much to see, and her gaze is inevitably drawn back down to her wound. The skin around it feels odd now, the glowing slightly dimmer than it was when she was panicked.]

You could probably bring a bag of blood and put a straw in it for me, if you wanted to be effective about it.