"Manipulator, fetch me a bowl," Lyle said assuredly, gazing at the trail of white smoke remaining in the air, as he made arrangements for the recently repaired Necromancer Figure Club.
"Sure thing, Plague Doctor boss." The Manipulator took out a metal bowl from the storage bag, one he had purchased in the City of Machinery.
Lyle glanced at it, his indifferent expression twisted slightly, and he sneered, "A sea bowl, huh..."
The Manipulator's cold, fleshly disguise was like being covered in frost.
"This alloy is quite rare, so I picked the biggest one of them," he explained.
"It will do, set it down a bit lower."
Lyle reached out his arm, and Nia's hooked tentacle drew a wound on his pale skin, the blood trickling down, filling the bowl just over halfway, appearing to be a small clump. The cut on his arm began to twitch, as the plague sewed up the wound, and several wriggling, tiny tentacles burrowed into the scab and vanished from sight.
