[Action|Voice]
[The kitchen is cooler than usual, perhaps because of the window that has been cracked open. Itachi sits at the table, bowls of chemicals with fumes wafting from them and strips of thin rice paper stacked neatly to the side. He methodically dips each tag into the bowls, and sets them to dry on a thin line close to the open window.
Those that have already dried are in a separate pile, some of them marked with the ink and blood mix best used for writing the talisman. It feels...empty, to be doing this. Merely an act of boredom. Exploding tags are more sophisticated, but this will work similarly enough.
He knicks his finger again, drawing blood to the surface to add to the ink as he writes.]
[Voice]
Death or stagnation. Which is the greater tragedy?
{OOC: Action open to anyone with a reason to at Kitty's place?}