[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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[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
y'know
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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I told you it's going to be fine. That's still true, y'know.
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[pacepacepace]
You realize however she'd do it- she and whoever else is runnin' this- there's no way they're gonna make it painless.
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It's a little late to be sayin' that.
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What's so goddamn funny?
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He really doesn't feel like arguing about it right at this moment. ]
... Sorry.
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Spikey-!
[idc if i knew this was coming, immediately going for those vines. not that he's able to pull them off of course, thanks echoes]
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