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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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[ He twirls a knife between his fingers. ]
They barred the doors; isn't that inconvenient? If you're strong, help me out.
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[ Also an Axe, now, apparently. ]
1/2
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The man who asked for your help grins, and throws the knife between his fingers—preparing to throw it at a target. ]
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I am not quite that agreeable.
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[ a fellow in the center of the room—older, and a little better-fed—scrambles back, out of the way, to hide behind some of the other people, who have all started a low-volume panic. ]
See, that guy knows why I'm here, right? I told him, surrender the city and we make you rich, it's great, but nah, he just wants to use all these people as meat shields for his evaporating career path or whatever.
Great for me, though!
[ god where did he get like. six other knives ]
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[ HE IS GOING TO GRAB THE OTHER WRIST!! Which is difficult while still holding onto the axe, but he'll manage ]
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[ sssssso he headbutts you. ]
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He's going to kick him away, though he's not really combat trained all he has going for him is raw strength ]
Cease that!
[ he's also going to throw a glance over at the people. Are they actually protecting that dude or not ]
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thankfully this fucko is not particularly a stamina build either so he goes down, onto his back. but he is combat trained, so he's getting to his feet faster.
on the other hand, you weirdly feel more combat-capable, here? ]
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He's going to grapple him and then literally throw him at the heavier-set dude then, if no one is in the way. ]
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literally no one is stopping you; you just yeet him into the front of a building and it rains knives. there's a sound of movement like he's not yet down for the count, but you sure are apparently able to chuck him through a window. ]
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Is there anyone between KNIFE GUY and his target, like bystanders that the guy was trying to hide behind like before ]
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You. Speak with me now, do you wish to live?
[ He's leveling the axe because he gesticulates when he talks, but it's probably unnecessarily threatening. ]
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[ holy shit what the fuck he looks terrified. ]
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[ IS HE TERRIFIED ENOUGH TO AGREE ]
Death is a kindness. A release from this mortal coil, and what it would do unto us. I have heard very little about you that is worthy of mercy.
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A-anything you say, merciful one!
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[ And he'll remove his foot to turn again to face the smiling man with knives ]
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What's your deal, anyway.
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[ He has his foot on a man's chest and is leveling an axe at him what's so weird about that?? ]
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She'll take a few seeds from the sack and plant them in the ground, here, at the mansion. Because why not. ]
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--And this one's for Peepaw!
[ who went ahead. she pats the ground. GROW BIG AND STRONG, SEEDS.
She'll go ahead and head on now, to the barracks. ]