"Cute, Mr. Tillman." Crane's face showed it was anything but, and after the rather catty remark (coming from him, anyway), he removed his glasses, folding them neatly into his suit's breast pocket and pulling out a familiar semi-stitched burlap mask.
"Meconopsis. Papaveraceae meconopsis, to be precise." there was a twinge of a smile, a certain joy to his words. "A blue poppy. Rare. Himalayan. Medicine men used to use it to it's full potential, chewing it and having visions--hallucinations. It could very from panphobia to tricking them into seeing what they are terrorized with most. Facing their fears in the most real of senses. Alarming, that no one's yet used it to distill a compound gas out of it. Fear toxin--not even the military. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"
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Date: 2012-02-01 12:24 am (UTC)"Meconopsis. Papaveraceae meconopsis, to be precise." there was a twinge of a smile, a certain joy to his words. "A blue poppy. Rare. Himalayan. Medicine men used to use it to it's full potential, chewing it and having visions--hallucinations. It could very from panphobia to tricking them into seeing what they are terrorized with most. Facing their fears in the most real of senses. Alarming, that no one's yet used it to distill a compound gas out of it. Fear toxin--not even the military. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"