POISON PARADISE / open, poison training

[ABATHUR .]

Ah, poisons. It'd been so long since he'd immersed himself in the world of poisons, fully understood how to make his own deadly ones - about before he mutated his poison glands to secrete a sedative. Not that those glands were a thing anymore, since everything about him was reversed except his memories. A shame, too, a lot of the changes he had made to his own body were very useful, and now he had to do at least most of them again. Well, no time to worry about that now, he was here to watch a poison training exercise, even if he was pretty sure that these were for small children so as to make them not eat the lethal berries. Guess adults sometimes needed that sort of advice, too. Didn't want any of them getting drunk and getting themselves killed, even if Malphas seemed to heavily encourage that with his bringing a bottle of alcohol to just about everything he hosted. "Will watch," he said, hoping that the arachnophobe wouldn't freak out too much this time. At the very least just ignore him - wasn't that hard to do, he hoped.

Or just guzzle a bunch of delicious poison, killing his liver but making sure he didn't die of a panic-induced heart attack. That would be preferable.

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