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The Last Supper - avante en garde
[ All things considered, the room looks fairly comfy. Dark mahogany walls are decorated with wine red velvet curtains, and chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs in matching upholstery arrange themselves in front of a large plasma TV screen that can receive input from any idol's smartphone, though it cannot be changed from the current screen.
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.
Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.
The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]
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So our strategy need account only for the nature of our situation, and not for the unique tricks available to those units whose abilities more favor the use of cunning.
[ ...so, you know. most of them. jock life. ]
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[ a pause, upon hearing her remark to Nemesis ]
—And of course this is your first game, isn't it. We were transferred together before you got a chance to experience any other. Gods, but I dislike this one's atmosphere.
Regardless, we have little choice: Nemesis and I will need to strike aggressively, for avante offers a dangerously narrow pool of targets to our opponents.
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I understand. Is there anything I can do to help you?
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So...
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I swear we will protect you with our lives.
For duty to one another, and for the sake of the kind of family that avante is to one another.
But I also want you to know: The false deaths of the games are not something to fear.
...Perhaps you saw Pink's presentation on the subject.
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[Pauses and thinks]
Before I address anything else, please allow me to ask one question. Are you used to carrying such burdens?
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It has been my life's work. Even before I came to this place.
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