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Shrike's Heart (#1)
The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
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Seriously?
Knock it off.
[to the person. raising the dead.]
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Really? You're already making it hard enough for me to do my work by not giving a shit about what state the bodies are left in, at least let me do my job.
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The dead generally like to stay dead.
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Since when is that a stance we have around here? Send a letter to the Walker, don't take it up with me. I'm sure he'll take it very seriously.
[ she seems to also do A Sarcasm. ]
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If we're thinning the boundary between here and the underworld, we have to have a catalyst. If ordinary burial of the dead counted, our work would already be done for us across the whole world.
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but. hm.
sounds bad.]
Why?
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Except you, I guess. Want me to fix that for you?
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Nah. I'll take that letter though. Got pen and paper?
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[ she rolls her eyes, and pulls an old-style brush pen and ink from one of her belt pouches, plus a small scroll of vellum. ]
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[but he will take it.]
Where's the closest mail box?
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What?
[ what's a mail box. ]
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You know.
Sending a letter?
Or do I just give this to you?
[I think I know who's heart this is.
I'm sorry, I made the wrong choice before.
Also, sorry your memories suck.
Mine do too.]
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Everyone wants the sorceress to send their messages. Fine, fine.
[ but you get the impression that the message is... sent? ]
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[he's going to take the seeds with him.
and head... to the town.]
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