Oh... [ blush blush, doki ] ...well. I'm glad I am, too. If I can keep us all safe, that's the most important thing.
[ to Gladiolus- ] I don't know if I was really smart, I just... found it useful to stop and think about which of our abilities I should prioritize buying, and why.
[ being ready for any possible attack seems important to Amaranth so Gladiolus will concede to it, opening the cottage door (if it will open for her) to slip in. what a comfy place to die! ]
[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . a bass clarinet.
hm. ]
Remember now, the despair of death!
[ wait wh
Your chest tightens inexplicably, throat closing up - your last breaths wheeze out in inhuman notes, literal music to one's ears -
you'll die, or maybe you won't - player choice! either way, you have a few moments left. ]
[ THIS GENIE IS HAPPENING A LOT IN THIS THREAD YOU CAN JUST IMAGINE HIM TO POP IN AND OUT LIKE HE KEPT FORGETTING TO PICK UP SOMETHING BEFORE HE LEFT OR LIKE HE JUST DID THIS ALL AT THE SAME TIME WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT ]
Oh, wretched soul!
[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapons become . . . an oboe and a piccolo.
hm. ]
Remember now, the despair of death!
[ wait wh
Your chest tightens inexplicably, throat closing up - your last breaths wheeze out in inhuman notes, literal music to one's ears -
you'll die, or maybe you won't - player choice! either way, you have a few moments left. ]
[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . a soprano saxophone.
hm. ]
Remember now, the beauty of life!
[ well, it IS a beautiful instrument. almost makes you not want to fight anymore!
[ Alright, this... could actually work. True, they certainly won't be winning this way, but that's just fine, they can make it through this and keep their own peace.
They—
—The genie appears, and her lance turns to some strangely curved metal flute in her hands, as Iris and Gladiolus begin to choke.
[and in the cottage, iris finds herself suddenly holding a clarinet. not that she really notices since she's choking, musical sounds escaping her throats as she struggles to breathe]
[ Gladiolus' axe and knife are now an oboe and piccolo respectively. she doesn't notice the change, or how inappropriately cute her dying breaths are as she wheezes them out, hands at her throat in panic. ]
[ She lets the strange metal flute fall with a clatter as she moves to catch them, but their bodies slip to dead weight in her arms.
It's so close in here... she has to.... has to get them outside— ] Fuck—
[ —dragging them both backwards is harder with her own heavy, panicked breathing. She lays them carefully on the surface of the roof outside the cottage. ]
No— [ she tries to part their mouths with her hands, anything to help them breathe ]
[ she presses her head against each of their ribcages in turn, trying to listen for air in their lungs, a heartbeat, but part of her already knew what she would hear—or rather, not hear. ]
No, no...
[ her hand is at her mouth. just like in her memory, she bites at the skin between her thumb and forefinger trying not to scream.
but biting down hurts, and who is she even hiding her anger from?
alone on top of the building, she screams anyway. ]
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[since cute cottages are important]
But that really was a smart move! I'm glad you're here with us, Amaranth.
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[ to Gladiolus- ] I don't know if I was really smart, I just... found it useful to stop and think about which of our abilities I should prioritize buying, and why.
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[ she beams. ]
Wanna go inside?
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[TINY COTTAGE TINY COTTAGE]
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Go ahead. If it's too tight a fit, Iris can make us a second, apparently!
[ a pause, considering ] ...I should stand watch, though.
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It should be fine if you come in too, shouldn't it? We could leave the door open to keep an eye on things.
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[ but she doesn't want to disappoint them ]
Perhaps you two go in, and I'll stay by the doorway? That way we'll be all together, but I can still defend us, if someone else does come.
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[ being ready for any possible attack seems important to Amaranth so Gladiolus will concede to it, opening the cottage door (if it will open for her) to slip in.
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[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . a bass clarinet.
hm. ]
Remember now, the despair of death!
[ wait wh
Your chest tightens inexplicably, throat closing up - your last breaths wheeze out in inhuman notes, literal music to one's ears -
you'll die, or maybe you won't - player choice! either way, you have a few moments left. ]
[ the genie disappears in a billow of smoke. ]
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Oh, wretched soul!
[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapons become . . . an oboe and a piccolo.
hm. ]
Remember now, the despair of death!
[ wait wh
Your chest tightens inexplicably, throat closing up - your last breaths wheeze out in inhuman notes, literal music to one's ears -
you'll die, or maybe you won't - player choice! either way, you have a few moments left. ]
[ the genie disappears in a billow of smoke. ]
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[ Who the fuck is this. Kuzuebiko appears, suddenly, or someone that looks like him does anyway - he snaps his fingers and your weapon becomes. . . a soprano saxophone.
hm. ]
Remember now, the beauty of life!
[ well, it IS a beautiful instrument. almost makes you not want to fight anymore!
stunned for 1 turn. ]
[ the genie disappears in a billow of smoke. ]
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They—
—The genie appears, and her lance turns to some strangely curved metal flute in her hands, as Iris and Gladiolus begin to choke.
But she can't move. ]
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for a moment, her throat won't work, and she thinks she is choking too, but no, it's just the lingering effects of her body held in place. ]
What... [ she is rushing to them, trying to support their bodies, but it's hard in the close quarters of the cottage ] ... what is this—
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bye]
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sorry, stabmom. ]
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It's so close in here... she has to.... has to get them outside— ] Fuck—
[ —dragging them both backwards is harder with her own heavy, panicked breathing. She lays them carefully on the surface of the roof outside the cottage. ]
No— [ she tries to part their mouths with her hands, anything to help them breathe ]
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[ she presses her head against each of their ribcages in turn, trying to listen for air in their lungs, a heartbeat, but part of her already knew what she would hear—or rather, not hear. ]
No, no...
[ her hand is at her mouth. just like in her memory, she bites at the skin between her thumb and forefinger trying not to scream.
but biting down hurts, and who is she even hiding her anger from?
alone on top of the building, she screams anyway. ]