[ Rutile steps forward at last, gaze sweeping the group. ]
Everyone has the same collar. [ He gingerly touches his neck, even though he knows it's not actually on his own person. ] Does anyone know what it does yet?
Anyway, this is just enforcing that movies are bad things. ]
A bomb? [ The word sits awkwardly on his tongue, like he's trying it on for the first time. Regardless, his expression is wracked with worry. ] Which means...do you think this is how they're killing you in this death game?
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Everyone has the same collar. [ He gingerly touches his neck, even though he knows it's not actually on his own person. ] Does anyone know what it does yet?
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Not a clue, but it can't mean anything good. In the movies these are usually bombs, right?
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Anyway, this is just enforcing that movies are bad things. ]
A bomb? [ The word sits awkwardly on his tongue, like he's trying it on for the first time. Regardless, his expression is wracked with worry. ] Which means...do you think this is how they're killing you in this death game?
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Could you bend over for me? [ He beckons towards himself. come here! ]
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Anyway, Rutile doesn't even ask permission before reaching out to touch the collar. Does tall blonde guy let him do it? ]
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[ Your job here is done, tall guy. ]
I hope it doesn't, um, kill you, at the end of all of this.
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[He seems to find humor in that statement though.]
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