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Shrike's Heart (#3)

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

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Why.

[ stares at that knife. ]

[ she just hums along with him, nodding and looking to the manor. ] Sure is. [ it's a shame we don't have that sake and lantern now... but also! ]

How? I'm not going to be able to punch the door down.

['sup]

[Looks Crow over, then Kohime and D.Va]

...Everything okay here?

Everything's great, everything's great! It's a great day, isn't it?

I guess if none of you can open the doors I could just burn this house down since it'll get the job done, but that's less fun.

Idiot. Just wait. If those are civilians they'll come crawling out when they miss dinner, and then you can go deal with your 'Prefect'.

[ ...get out of her head, crow. but also she had been kidding. ] We heard that it's not the easiest building to get into. Suggestions? All I have is armor and a sword, and we heard this prick likes using civs for meatshields.

Smoking them out WOULD probably be effective...

[wait no]

...That how this offensive's been going so far? By any means necessary or whatever?

Well, he's super lazy! I told him this would happen and he's still thinking that help will come and that he'll still get promoted. But I guess we're pushing the advantage fast or something.

But I don't want to wait long. After all, what's a weapon when it's not being used? A knife or a sword should long to be used, right? And people who are weapons should long to do what they're meant for, right?

[Lashing her tail.]

Weapons strike when their master decides they should. So unless you can think of another, less stupid way to get this guy out that's not "light everything and everyone on fire", then your orders are to wait.

[ good luck, kohime. she gets the feeling he's not going to listen... especially since, like nem had said, it kinda seems like this is what they've been doing all along. not giving a fuck about the consequences and just going full speed ahead. ]

He considers himself the master... [ mumbled, ] and it kind of sounds like he thinks we're his swords.

Kohime's right, we're the ranking officers here.

If these reinforcements're coming, Crow, why don't you head 'em off at the pass? Should be easy enough for somebody like you to trash 'em, right? We'll get this prefect guy out.

[ he looks at D.Va— ]

Oh, no, no, you've got it all wrong! I'm no master, I don't like responsibility. But someone like me should do what I'm meant for, right? If you can kill, you should, right?

[ he shrugs at Nem, and then turns to Kohime. ]

I'm not a soldier, though! Like I said, I'm not into responsibility or discipline, and we've got the same boss~ And he made me like this.

[Rolls her eyes.]

Wow, you're annoying. And also, like, kind of boring.

If you don't want to keep some labourers around then go clean up that mess you made in the field yourself.

And who is our boss?

[Just watches, arms folded; keeping one eye on the mansion, in case there's a potential upper floor or basement entrance]

[ there's what looks like a root cellar entrance, but it's an old-style building—it's probably not connected to the rest of the house.

Crow, meanwhile, seems to be evaluating the situation; the numbers aren't in his favor. ]

Our boss? Like the Walker in Darkness would let you forget.

But fine, fine~ do it your way; I'm going to see if there's any more excitement to be had out there, and if this isn't done by morning—well, I'm not going to let it be said that I was the one who failed.

Cool. Now beat it.

[ she's going to wait until he fucks off... ]

Wow, what a ray of sunshine he was.

What a dick.

...Anybody tell you what we're actually s'posed to've been fighting for anyways?

[ he has fucked off, verily, twirling a knife between his fingers on both hands now. ]

We're not fighting for anything.

[She elbows D.Va.]

Hey. If you're pretending to be a commanding officer, don't ask who your boss is. That should be obvious.

[ to nem, ] Tell me about it.

As far as what's going on around here I don't have a clue.

[ looks to kohime. ] I'm not pretending to be anything. I was leaving that commanding officer thing to you.

Yeah, gotta say you pull it off surprisingly convincing, who'd've thunk.

Anyways, you guys wanna try sneaking into this house? Maybe Shrike'll be less guilt city if her soul doesn't torch a house of innocent women and children.

[Giving Nem a flat look. ]

I was a Force Captain and second in command to Lord Hordak.

And we already saved the stupid house.

But that’s assuming that dick [ jerks a thumb in the direction crow left. ] doesn’t come back the moment we leave to do just that; torch it. He seemed like he was reeeeally looking forward to that.

Besides, I kind of want to knife this guy for taking in extra people to use specifically for fucken meatshields.

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