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Shrike's Heart (#2)
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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[She has no idea what she's doing or saying.]
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Whether it cuts straight to the heart, or in a thousand cuts, it doesn't matter, as long as the sword does what it's meant to do, which is kill.
[ he flicks his knife upwards, and then flicks it back over his shoulder in a startlingly strong arc up toward a building—there's a thump, and then a bow and arrows clatter to the ground, followed by the meaty thump of a body against stone.
precise. ]
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Hope that our lord sees it that way. I doubt that he is enthusiastic about those who take matters into their own hands.
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You and I both know you're bluffing. Talk and talk and talk and talk and pretend to be this faithful servant of efficiency, saying all these things that add up to nothing because you're just trying to get through this.
Why don't you show me who you really are? I'd like that better.
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Too bad. I thought I was better at acting.
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staticky whispers, pressing down around your ears, a feeling of being dragged downwards
and then it's done. a warning. ]
You don't have anything to fear from me! We're on the same side, after all, aren't we?
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and very familiar, in fact, but also extremely foreign
In any case she doesn't like it, and visibly winces in pain.
But if there's an opening this is the only one she's got. Still with her hand on her sword, she drops to her knees.]
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So are you finished, or what? You want to stop me, or save these people, or whatever—why do you care?
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Because the act of living is rebellion and I choose to rebel!
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Ahaha, see, this is the face that I want to see! You're a lot more interesting now, Miss!
I really wasn't going to hurt you, you know, but if you wanna make things fun I won't argue!
[ and how the fuck does he have so many knives; he twirls one between his fingers, and it flies toward Sekhmet. roll 1d2 to dodge or spend willpower. ]
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She snarls, and leaps forward like a coiled spring, slashing.]
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but he really is fast, especially in 1v1; he somersaults, springs over her head, and lands behind her, but not quite with enough steadiness to launch another attack just yet.
1d2 to do anything, with an auto-success if you spend willpower. what does she do? ]
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she turns around to try and steady herself and get in good position to defend, but isn't quite fast enough to block one of his throwing knives, which lodges itself in her off-hand shoulder.
1d2 to take an action, spend willpower for auto-success. you may also ask the Neverborn for help once per area. ]
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