[she knows it's probably cyoa effects, but. sometimes your teammate goes off and murders without telling you on friday, and then you are paranoid for the rest of the game. it's fine.]
... Okay. I just... wanted to be sure. [...] By the way, I didn't ask you about yesterday. Did you get another paper?
[ how fucked up would it be for ace to murder with soup brain. damn.
anyway ace makes a face at the question but he pulls out another handwritten paper from his pockets. he also has to pull out a knife. and a tamagotchi? okay. it looks like this but blue-coded, and wearing a top hat with goggles. he feeds it before showing her the paper. ]
While the written word has power enough to shape reality, there seem to be some limitations. Something must be lost to attain something of equal value. If power is asked for, something must be sacrificed in turn. What luck. There are many heroes here to sacrifice, for plans they shall not understand. Their deaths shall be my fuel and with that fuel I will become empowered. May their worlds fall to me and burn under moonlight.
[she reads this and it's, like. wow. cannot believe this specific narrative voice activates her fight or fight response. "isn't it fight or flight." fight or fight.
she makes a face.]
... Hey, if we ever find the author, can we kill them?
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[quietly.]
You'd tell me if there's something else I need to worry about, wouldn't you?
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[ he looks a little lost, but, like. admittedly he's looked a little lost on and off since thursday. thanks cyoa brainworms ]
... Yeah?
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... Okay. I just... wanted to be sure. [...] By the way, I didn't ask you about yesterday. Did you get another paper?
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anyway ace makes a face at the question but he pulls out another handwritten paper from his pockets. he also has to pull out a knife. and a tamagotchi? okay. it looks like this but blue-coded, and wearing a top hat with goggles. he feeds it before showing her the paper. ]
While the written word has power enough to shape reality, there seem to be some limitations. Something must be lost to attain something of equal value. If power is asked for, something must be sacrificed in turn. What luck. There are many heroes here to sacrifice, for plans they shall not understand. Their deaths shall be my fuel and with that fuel I will become empowered. May their worlds fall to me and burn under moonlight.
I hate the moon.
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she makes a face.]
... Hey, if we ever find the author, can we kill them?
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[ And He Will ]
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Me, too... "Moon" doesn't feel like a real word anymore.
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[ AND THEN IT FUCKING WAS ]
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[AND THEN WE DID RIGHT AFTER HE DIED... NO.......]
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[ they are. that's why it's only in locations after he dies. nods. ]
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Maybe we can convince the prinnies to work faster.
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