'Jim Cato wouldn't. But I-he knows a guy who does.' Jim flickers, his hair going white and his tuxedo black. 'Of course I will try your poison'

Jeff is watching, tail wagging.

'Hello Jeff. I'm the First. Cato will be back soon. This is just a temporary arrangement, you see'

Jeff looks confused. First what? He asks

'The First. My counterpart. The other side of the coin. Jim Cato would not willingly take poison, but I, on the other hand, would positively enjoy such a thing. Although we are opposites, we can so easily become each other'

The hyena comments that Cato is probably smarter then, because investing poison is generally a bad idea.

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'Jim Cato wouldn't. But I-he knows a guy who does.' Jim flickers, his hair going white and his tuxedo black. 'Of course I will try your poison'

 "I meant use, but trying is also sure." He takes a cloth, dipping it into the bottle, there is no smell, and the liquid upon coming into contact with the air is clear, "Spread it on your skin."

The First spreads it on his skin, and puts a drop onto his tongue. 'Mmm, nice' he flinches

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The hyena comments that Cato is probably smarter then, because investing poison is generally a bad idea.

 "Nobody has a good reason to own a bag of venom." sings a pink elephant as it floats by like a bubble.

*Sorry, I can't stay but I couldn't help myself.*

Jeff looks at Deryk with a confused expression and lets out  sigh.

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The First spreads it on his skin, and puts a drop onto his tongue. 'Mmm, nice' he flinches

 Make a constitution save with disadvantage because he also took it orally

Deryk shakes his head, "I said only the skin."

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Jeff looks at Deryk with a confused expression and lets out  sigh.

 "What did I do? Listen, people pay good money for my poisons."

'You know I don't care. I'm no Cato.'

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The hyena comments that Cato is probably smarter then, because investing poison is generally a bad idea.

 "Nobody has a good reason to own a bag of venom." sings a pink elephant as it floats by like a bubble.

*Sorry, I can't stay but I couldn't help myself.*

 Jeff’s ears prick up and he starts chasing it, yipping.

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 "What did I do? Listen, people pay good money for my poisons."

 It yips that killing his patrons is not good for business, and now he’s going to have to clean up yet another body.

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'You know I don't care. I'm no Cato.'

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 *I hope you don't mind if I edit that to be more like*

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'You know I don't ca-' as he suddenly has the most painful burning sensation inside him and a lesser one on the outside that slowly creeps upwards

"I said just the outside." the poison is working it's way up, it gets hotter, so much hotter, he can feel his body overheating, everything is flashing, spots appearing in his vision. Getting dizzier. And to top it all off, it's like someone let a dragon loose in his stomach.

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 "What did I do? Listen, people pay good money for my poisons."

 It yips that killing his patrons is not good for business, and now he’s going to have to clean up yet another body.

 "It wouldn't have killed him if he left it just on the skin. But ingesting it is untested, hopefully it just gives him the runs."

'Good, good.' A grin tears across his face. 'Not the best, but by no means the weakest pain I have felt! Ooh, spots! I do like the spots. That's the mark of a good poison'

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'Good, good.' A grin tears across his face. 'Not the best, but by no means the weakest pain I have felt! Ooh, spots! I do like the spots. That's the mark of a good poison'

 Deryk stares at him, tilting his head, before his signature grin which starts at one ear and spreads to the other appears, "Oh. You aren't dead. You have a poison tolerance then?" He laughs, "Oh this is wonderful, excellent." He pulls a bottle off the shelf, "Here, the drink's on me."

'Poison tolerance? I live for the rush of it, the feeling of every fibre of your body screaming in perfect symphony. Never mind paint on canvas, pain in flesh is the real form of art'