[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
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... This is the Echo everyone keeps talking about.
[ Less a question and more a distraction. ]
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If you mean Nyssa, yeah, this seems like her style.
[kicks a wall]
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We can't play, Wolfwood.
[ "play," jesus christ ]
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[angry pacing, though he pauses when he spots the 'ink' bottle, picks it up and reads it]
[looks like he's seriously tempted to smash it against the wall]
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We have to be in agreement, right? Do you really think I'm gonna agree to off somebody?!
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[stares at the bottle, sets it back down, shoves his hands in his pockets]
[glares at vash]
[kicks the wall again. repeatedly. with a stream of curses and threats mainly aimed at nyssa]
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You won't have to. If it comes to that, I can handle it myself.
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So you can do something stupid, or worse?! Absolutely not! No!
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We just gotta make sure it isn't us.
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If we make a choice, we're buying into the system she's using to torture and kill people!
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What did you just say!? You think I'm doin' this 'cause it's easy? Don't fuck with me!
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DECISION
[Yukio offers his ability to feel happiness, rating: 2]
[Pound offers his left hand, rating: 8]
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[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
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There's some convincingly dull surprise when the words appear, but he doesn't seem
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concerned by this overmuch. He's not reaching for the ink, either. ]
Ahhh, well...
[ sry wolfwood ]
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Son of a bitch.
[it's not surprised. in fact it's. also kind of dull]
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... I'm sorry.
[ (A little bit.) ]
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The Echo can take care of it themselves.
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[just ignore the slight crack in his voice]
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... Will that help?
[ Genuinely asking. ]
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I can't change who I am, Wolfwood.
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[sighs in frustration and starts to pace quickly]
I'm already regrettin' lettin' you do this. . . fuck.
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