[It's a rhetorical statement, he knows he wouldn't be hearing Dan and Stacia talking like this if it wasn't time. Alloran approaches, stalk eyes on scan for new complications, changing the focus of his enormous main eyes from his actual target to ghost-Planker to the door back to the body. He's more focused than usual, more present; it's good to have something to do, and if this whole scheme seems a bit... hastily contrived, he's spent more than twenty years thinking only of the worst plans he can construct, so he doesn't have any more useful contributions.]
<Now, which one is - no, I know. This could put him in a trance for about half a minute after I let go, I don't know what Stacia's key does to that kind of thing.>
[Esplin liked to kiss people with Alloran's palms to acquire them, claiming them like they were dear friends. Alloran is not about that life. He extends his tail in an unhurried arc and presses the flat of his blade to Planker's forearm. It's been over a year since he's done this, but it works as it always has. It feels like almost nothing on his end, just the slightest suggestion of something flowing out of him and then back in, over the course of several seconds. There's no feeling of wrongness.
He exhales just audibly as he pulls back and gets a few steps away.]
<No allergy, just as well. Now, morphing is a remarkably ugly process that you all might prefer not to watch, but it's harmless.>
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[It's a rhetorical statement, he knows he wouldn't be hearing Dan and Stacia talking like this if it wasn't time. Alloran approaches, stalk eyes on scan for new complications, changing the focus of his enormous main eyes from his actual target to ghost-Planker to the door back to the body. He's more focused than usual, more present; it's good to have something to do, and if this whole scheme seems a bit... hastily contrived, he's spent more than twenty years thinking only of the worst plans he can construct, so he doesn't have any more useful contributions.]
<Now, which one is - no, I know. This could put him in a trance for about half a minute after I let go, I don't know what Stacia's key does to that kind of thing.>
[Esplin liked to kiss people with Alloran's palms to acquire them, claiming them like they were dear friends. Alloran is not about that life. He extends his tail in an unhurried arc and presses the flat of his blade to Planker's forearm. It's been over a year since he's done this, but it works as it always has. It feels like almost nothing on his end, just the slightest suggestion of something flowing out of him and then back in, over the course of several seconds. There's no feeling of wrongness.
He exhales just audibly as he pulls back and gets a few steps away.]
<No allergy, just as well. Now, morphing is a remarkably ugly process that you all might prefer not to watch, but it's harmless.>