tonight SOMEONE DIES

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DISCUSSION

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Re: DISCUSSION

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[Holy shit not.

He's not looking at Star- ignoring her completely, in fact. Instead, he's inspecting the paper-like walls, trying to find a loose corner to peel back, perhaps... they can't actually be stuck in some kinda death chamber like this, right-?]

You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me...!

[acemedium]

[Star's kicking at the paper walls already, though she knows it's futile. She's not surprised.]

That's my line!!

[Sadly, they are not kidding]

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[Yeah, these walls ain't budging.

IF ONLY HE HAD SOMETHING SHARP...

LIKE A SWORD...]

I'm not gonna just play along with this-!

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[You get nothing! After a minute or so, she gives up on the walls and plops down by the bottle instead, picking it up to examine it]

I knew we should have stayed home today! Those books were a bad omen!

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[While she does that, he crouches down with his back to the wall, picking at the floor idly. Still not quite looking at her.]

Yeah, well, you didn't say anything!

[So it's all her fault they're in here!!]

[acemedium]

[It is totally her fault, she maliciously trapped him in here! And now she's nefariously turning over the bottle and quill in her hands...]

Shouldn't your godly instincts have told you to sleep in today or something...?

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[SHE'S CLEARLY PLOTTING HIS DEATH AS THEY SPEAK...]

[That's what his godly instincts tell him to do every day.]

The one time I don't... If I make it outta here, I'm never waking up early again!

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[Seems legit!]

[Anyway, it's probably time to start calming him down. She smiles!]

That's the spirit! You'll be fine, so look forward to the extra sleeping time.

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[...Finally glancing over at her. Somehow, he doesn't seem reassured-!]

The hell're you smiling like that for? ...You know what's goin' on here, right...?

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[She bobs her head up and down! Internally, her stomach clenches. She knew it'd be down to something like this - "A life for a life". She'd tried explaining it to Epona, that playing ruthlessly wouldn't save Epona from suffering, but-]

Yep! Pretty sure I know at least one Echo in this creeptastic duo, too. But I mean it! You'll be fine.

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[...]

You know some kinda secret cheat-code way outta this?

DECISION

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Yato is offering up his LEFT ARM because he is a noble and selfless being

7/10 DIFFICULTY FOR HIM

Re: DECISION

[acemedium]

Eveningstar's the sacrifice, Yato losing his arm is 6-7 in difficulty, so I'll put 6.5!!

FAILURE

[cardless]

[Your offering was REJECTED.]

[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.]

[acemedium]

[WELL... she's still got that bottle of poison. She's holding onto it, a little numbly]

[Honestly, she's not surprised. An attempt was made, but as far as Nyssa was concerned.... What would really be enough for her, let alone whoever that other creepy Echo was?]

[She's scared. She doesn't want to die again. But she has Yato to think of, so--]

...No luck, huh?

At least you get to keep both your arms...

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[...He should have offered more. Of course that wasn't enough, he should have offered something bigger...

There's nothing he can do and he knows it, and he's shaking as his eyes drop from her face to the bottle she's holding.]

Stop fucking smiling.

[acemedium]

[Reaches out to lightly squeeze his hand!]

[But she stops smiling, at least]

Thanks, Yatoball. Remember my wish, okay? Take good care of them.... and I'll pay you soon, I promise.

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[Pulls his hand away.]

Wait--

[He looks around the room, but there's nothing... The poison won't be pretty, but what else is there? The quill is sharp, but...]

[acemedium]

[Oh.... Well, she'll pull her hand back, a bit put out. Maybe there is nothing she can say]

...? It's okay. I'll just drink this.

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[He bends down to pick up the quill, examining the edge. It is in fact very sharp.]

That'll be painful, and you don't know how long it'll last.

[He runs his finger along the edge of the nib...]

If you want it to be over with quickly...

[acemedium]

[......Well, okay, she did not expect that.]

[Seriously, what the hell. Her eyes widen!]

I... I can't ask you to do that...

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[Looks back up at her, gaze level.]

You can - I'm a god, and I'll do it, if it's what you want. I can at least offer you this.

[acemedium]

I....

[Selfishly, she'd like this death to be over with quickly. Her first three have been so excruciatingly painful she wakes up remembering them, sometimes. Selfishly, she'd like something quick, something that's easy to shove away with all the other bad memories. And this is probably his way of being comforting]

[But it's not the time to be selfish right now]

No, it's okay. [She'd wanted to save him, and having her blood on his hands for the sake of a little less pain wasn't worth that-- he'd wanted to save her in his own way, that was enough.] You can just get me a burger when I'm back, and we'll call it even, okay?

And my wish. That's enough.

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[He can't really tell if she's refusing because she finds the idea more distasteful than suicide-by-poison, or because she thinks she's sparing him something-- but he thinks it might be the latter.

And after all, now is VERY MUCH the time to be selfish. Shoulda been selfish from the beginning.]

If you think you're doing me a favor by asking me to watch you kill yourself instead, you're not.