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GAME OVER (S██'s Palace)
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beathollow
2024-10-13 04:11 pm (UTC)
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Yes!
( she can follow the sound of his voice to him, and manages to gently hook her fingers into his sleeve. )
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speedingticket
2024-10-13 04:20 pm (UTC)
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Oh, yes! Yes, that's you!
[ He grabs onto her hand and squeezes. ]
Where are we?
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beathollow
2024-10-13 04:36 pm (UTC)
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I'm not sure. ... It could be another palace, or a different part of the Nekiya...
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speedingticket
2024-10-13 04:41 pm (UTC)
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A palace...?
[ He whispers this word, like its regular dictionary definition suddenly has no significance here. ]
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beathollow
2024-10-13 04:47 pm (UTC)
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Oh. Right. You're new... Sometimes- sometimes people are taken over by the God of Conflict, and part of the Nekiya warps to reflect their psyche. What happened with Dad was... like a baby palace, sort of?
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speedingticket
2024-10-13 04:50 pm (UTC)
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[ That's a thing that can happen?! His eyes go wide at mention of the god of conflict and he puts both hands over his mouth. ]
So... Whoever this is, they're in trouble, and we need to save them.
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beathollow
2024-10-13 04:57 pm (UTC)
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Yes. ... I also had a palace, and... it's terrifying. And painful. But they need us.
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speedingticket
2024-10-13 05:00 pm (UTC)
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All right.
[ He squeezes her hand one last time. ]
We can do this.
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no subject
( she can follow the sound of his voice to him, and manages to gently hook her fingers into his sleeve. )
no subject
[ He grabs onto her hand and squeezes. ]
Where are we?
no subject
no subject
[ He whispers this word, like its regular dictionary definition suddenly has no significance here. ]
no subject
no subject
So... Whoever this is, they're in trouble, and we need to save them.
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no subject
All right.
[ He squeezes her hand one last time. ]
We can do this.