One For The Road

Moshui poked at Kir with the back of a tattoo needle."Hmm... I thought for sure that would work. Or explode."

"What?!" Kir balked. He'd spent the last however-long-past-midnight letting Moshui poke and prod at his demonic tattoo, under the vague agreement that she would exchange his feathers for gold at the end of her "initial tests".

So far, Kir had counted twenty or so such tests, and Moshui wasn't slowing down except to write notes and comment on him like he was a lab rat.

"Subject appears distressed..." she scratched at her notepad. "Has not exploded..."

Kir was already cursing his luck for having brought out this side of his tattoo artist. He was about to open his mouth to set a time limit when she stood up, cracking joints all over as she stretched. "Well! I can safely say there is probably no killing spell integrated into your tattoo. Also, I think I can replicate it."