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ELI
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NAME: Eli Azrael
AGE: 40... ish
HOMETOWN: Kingdom of Solterra, Feywild
yo. its eli. hit me up.
NAME: Eli Azrael
AGE: 40... ish
HOMETOWN: Kingdom of Solterra, Feywild
yo. its eli. hit me up.
NAME: Eli Azrael
AGE: 40... ish
HOMETOWN: Kingdom of Solterra, Feywild
yo. its eli. hit me up.
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Date: 2025-07-01 05:56 pm (UTC)From:voice
Date: 2025-07-01 06:09 pm (UTC)From:Oh, hey Pal. Yeah, of course I do.
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Date: 2025-07-01 06:13 pm (UTC)From:Alright, well, now I have to ask what a good time is for you, considering the hour. Not a morning person?
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Date: 2025-07-01 06:25 pm (UTC)From:[But Pal is talking to him, sounding not-sleepy at 2am, so that's probably not a problem.]
Any time after sundown's good.
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Date: 2025-07-01 06:27 pm (UTC)From:[Please tell him that's a turn of phrase...]
How about tomorrow night? Pick a place and I'll be there.
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Date: 2025-07-01 06:43 pm (UTC)From:[pain.jpg]
Is there an ideal place for necromancy? There's a graveyard I've been hanging out at. Or is that a stereotype or something.
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Date: 2025-07-01 08:33 pm (UTC)From:[But that probably wouldn't be enough to make it perfect, just slightly more bearable. Maybe?]
I'm not a bone magician, so a graveyard doesn't do much for me either way. I don't mind it as a meeting place, though.
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Date: 2025-07-08 12:35 am (UTC)From:[The distaste can be clearly heard in his tone.]
Alright, graveyard it is, just for the Vibes. Are you going to bed, or wanna meet now?
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Date: 2025-07-08 01:49 am (UTC)From:[Like a red one or something? Eli has an #aesthetic, which Palamedes can respect. But getting an emergency umbrella vs. being stuck indoors for many hours...]
Either way, I can meet now. I'm already up.
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Date: 2025-07-08 04:37 am (UTC)From:[Mayyyyybe a black one would be fine. He's still gonna be embarrassed by using it, though, like he's some kind of delicate flower.]
Okay. Seeya soon.
[When he hangs up, he sends Pal the address of the cemetery he usually spends time at. It's near-ish the Valentia.
When Pal shows up, he won't see Eli, but there will be a small black cat with green eyes trotting up to him. Eli has been spending time in this cat form as an escape from corruption bullshit, and kind of wants to see how long it'll take Pal to realize the cat is him- he's smart, so he figures not long. He mews at Pal and circles his feet.]
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Date: 2025-07-08 04:06 pm (UTC)From:It's fine, he really doesn't have anything to do, and he is already up. He heads out right then, so it's only a few minutes before he turns up to look around for Eli.
...But there's a cat, which is new. Palamedes has not, like, interacted with cats very much, so his first response is to just stop in his tracks, lest he step on this little creature.]
Oh, hi.
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Date: 2025-07-13 06:48 pm (UTC)From:Hey.
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Date: 2025-07-14 08:18 pm (UTC)From:"Ah. Hello? Friend Eli? This is the voice of Cassius. If you are not busy, I would like to request your care, please."
It is followed by a single emote: 🪱
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Date: 2025-07-14 08:28 pm (UTC)From:"Hey, Cas. I'm not busy- what's up? What kind of care do you need?"
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Date: 2025-07-14 08:51 pm (UTC)From:"I am in need of something removed from my shell, if possible. I am currently in my room, if you are available now? Please bring something sharp with you when you come."
🪱
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Date: 2025-07-14 10:07 pm (UTC)From:"Uh, okay. I'll be over lickety split."
A beat.
"That means fast."
The line cuts and an emoji is sent. His own signature.
😈
Eli grabs his daggers from his nightstand and floats out to the hallway. He's just wearing loungewear, since he was... Lounging. He knocks on Cassius' door.
"Iiiiit's meeeeeee," he calls in a weird voice.
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Date: 2025-07-15 01:42 am (UTC)From:Ah, there you are. I couldn't find an umbrella.
[Or he would have brought it along, is the obvious implication. Spared one gray umbrella from the Palamedes Collection...]
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Date: 2025-07-15 09:58 am (UTC)From:It's followed by a muffled, “Oh, yes - I am coming, friend Eli.”
When the door to Cassius’ room opens, Eli is greeted by a shirtless, strangely tired Cas. The pale green splotches that had been staining his shell have gone darker, wider, like grass-colored bruises instead of slight discolorations. Worms cling to him here and there, and when he gives a little, worn smile, his tone sounds relieved, too.
“Welcome, friend Eli.” He steps out of the way, allowing Eli inside. Cassius’ worms are scattered throughout the room, congregating around the bed and the nightstand, which has a neat stack of Cassius-colored... paper? On it. “Thank you for coming so soon. Please make yourself at home.”
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Date: 2025-07-15 01:32 pm (UTC)From:"Hey. Are you okay? Does it hurt?" He steps in, putting a hand on Cas' face and searching his expression, but also feeling for the squirm underneath.
His eyes then catch on the worms in his periphery. Why are they... Everywhere?
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Date: 2025-07-15 04:41 pm (UTC)From:He gives a soft hum, worms a slow churn against Eli’s palm. “This shell does not feel pain as you do. But I will admit I am not… feeling as I usually do. I am unsure if I can say with confidence that I am fine.”
Reluctance radiates from him as he pulls away to head into the room. What stray clusters of worms are in his path part around his feet, and – they look a little darker. Longer. Cassius doesn’t seem too bothered by it, but his attention is drawn to more important things.
His hand brushes against the nightstand, near that Cassius-colored stack.
“If you would, friend Eli, I would like you to cut these discolorations out of my shell so that I may replace them.”
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Date: 2025-07-15 05:20 pm (UTC)From:"Cut... Cut them out?" Eli is bewildered, looking at the stack, picking up a piece of Cas-shell. He looks between the piece and his friend's bruises, and holds one up next to a green patch.
"Won't the worms fall out? And how are you gonna stitch these new pieces in?"
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Date: 2025-07-15 06:15 pm (UTC)From:A glance up, hesitant. “I desired your company and your care.”
He takes a step back, settling on the edge of the bed. Worms wiggle out from under the covers to drop to the floor and pile somewhere to the side of his feet. He looks up at Eli with big, dark eyes, and holds out a hand to him in question.
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Date: 2025-07-15 06:36 pm (UTC)From:Elijah takes his hand and sits next to him on the bed, levitating for a moment before sitting softly so he doesn't squish any worms. He nestles right into Cas' side, putting an arm around his waist and kissing his cheek gently.
"You can have my company and care any time, any day. But... Cas, this is corruption. It's your plant soul trying to take over your body. We might do all of this work just for the green to come back even more. Just like how I can't reverse my burns," he holds out an arm, where the bandages are now around his forearm as the burn has migrated upward, leaving his wrist fully shadow-fied, "I don't think it's possible to reverse or stop corruption, only slow it down or make it hurt less."
He rests his head in the crook of Cas' neck.
"If this is what you want to do, I'll help you. But I don't want you to waste your energy when you're already so tired."
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Date: 2025-07-16 05:28 pm (UTC)From:“...I would like to try regardless. The most effort-consuming thing has already been dealt with.” He gestures at the small stack of shell pieces, but the movement isn’t like it usually is. He lets his hand drop back down, his head resting on Eli’s in turn. “Your presence helps, too, friend Eli. I do not feel as… uncomfortable.”
Cassius rarely is discomforted, but – this shell is what Cassius is to people. It is a form to be recognized with comfort. When people think of Cassius they do not think of his worms first, they think of the layers that keep them together. And to lose that? Because of this infection?
No, this Song will not take him without a fight.
“This is my shell. My creation.” There’s an uneasy squirm to him, here, as he turns his nose into Eli’s hair. Softer, “Please, friend Eli."
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Date: 2025-07-16 06:03 pm (UTC)From:And corruption is mentally distressing, in so many ways. Change is difficult, especially when you have no control over it, and no idea what it is you're changing into.
This is my shell. My creation.
That resonates strongly for Eli. Wanting to be self-made, completely self-determined, not controlled by anyone or anything else. He's struggled with that feeling, and the forces working against him on it, since birth. Everyone just wants to be in a body that suits them, that makes them feel comfortable, that makes others see them the way they want to be seen. It's not always possible, but right now, that's what Cas is asking for help with. Even if it's a temporary solution, if it makes his friend feel better in his own body, of course he's going to do it.
He squeezes Cassius tightly around the waist, even though the pressure makes the burns on his arms protest loudly. It doesn't matter. He wants Cas to feel held and loved, because he is.
"Of course. Let's do it," he says, determined.
"Why don't you lay down and get comfy?"
Eli floats up from the bed, going to grab the shell patches from the nightstand. Thank god his hands are better now, and just as dexterous as they've always been, even if it's a little different doing things with claws. Elijah is nothing if not adaptable, and he's adjusted quickly. He "kneels" by the bed, but he's still floating off the floor. He lays the patches on the covers, leaning over Cas to examine all the green parts. He takes out one of his daggers.
"So, I'll have to cut really gently. I don't want to catch the tip on any worms underneath." He's done a lot of dissection and tattooing, so he's used to judging the depth of skin and how deep to send a blade or a needle into it. He finds a smaller green spot on Cas' arm, examining it closely, putting his dagger-tip near it, then his dagger-blade, to try to determine the best cutting method. "Any advice?"