POISON PARADISE / open, poison training

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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="self-reference, thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] MEDIC ☾

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Iota had to agree with Mira as she strolled in alongside her, peering at her nurse companion questionably. "I think I'll pass on the beer part buddy. I'm not sure alcohol and poisonous berries mix too well." She eyed his book curiously. The book looked quite similar to the one in her own greenhouse — she'd been sure she kept it safe there. She rolled her eyes, giving the cannibalistic nurse the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it was just another copy.

"What sort of 'training' do you expect to be doin' here anyway? We hunting for berries or something?" She snickered. "If ya wanna start ruling out the poison, I think the beer would be a good start. Doesn't do too well for your liver." She figured she should stop ragging on the boy for his attachment to the alluring drink — after all, she used to have her own attachments. "I'll help you out if you want. We are supposed t' be training together, you know. " She awaited his rebuttal; she knew he didn't want any help, but she admired his resolve and independence. He'd make a good nurse yet, she was sure of it.

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