Entry tags:
MURDER
[ If you're a certain member of Wild City: the floor drops out from under you, and—after a brief moment of utter darkness, you find yourself in the same room, but surrounded by different people. The bead strands wrap around your arms and legs, restraining you.
Well. Here you go. ]
Well. Here you go. ]
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H-Hey!
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She pauses, a moment, to stare at her. ]
Hello. ... would you like to die quickly, or be free to fight back?
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[rage kicking in and]
Fuck you.
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If I do not play as the card instructs-- we do not get the points and are st risk of losing more than we already are.
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[what was their point totals. what was their point totals.]
You-- shouldn't have played this card.
[she pauses]
... You won't use a gun, or explosives?
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[a pause.]
Just... Make it quick.
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[ But she readies her sword, standing straight. ]
... bow your head and close your eyes. I'll be swift.
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she slowly bows her head-- and this is enough to get the rage to subside. and instead, she trembles just slightly.
this will be quick. this is best.]
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[ And she raises the sword and brings it down in a swift, clean strike. ]
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