Me? I'd love to kick off my shoes, fluff my finest pillow and take a goddamn nap.
[He would love to not be conscious for a hundred years. Really Rip Van Winkle it up. More seriously though.]
I've got uh...some decisions to make. About how to wind back the clock and what to do to make a difference.
[Hard to do when the game is rigged.
And, unbidden behind him, there's an expanse of darkness. The only light illuminating the cavern comes off the weave of a gargantuan web, strands as thick as metal cables and strung up with bodies. Small bodies. Children, half eaten, mauled. Some still whole, left to rot.
[she's seen a lot of shit, so she doesn't freak-- her expression just hardens, looking at that vision before it disappears. yeah, that's definitely something that'd need to be taken care of, especially with the sight of the bodies left whole; that's not survival, that's just gluttony.]
If I'd shown up with any of 'em on me, I'd send you back with a few of my bombs for that shit.
[He looks uncomfortable, tries blink it off. Once again the way their minds and pasts can leak out here is consistently terrible.
He does laugh a little though.]
That so? It'd be awful kind of you.
It is something of a pity we may not be able to do a collective run at each other's big time bastards. Between the forty or so of us, we might just clean house. As it is...Funny enough, I do think it'd just be a matter of winding back a bit of time. Anticipate a few plays and come at the son of a bitch in slightly bigger numbers.
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Me? I'd love to kick off my shoes, fluff my finest pillow and take a goddamn nap.
[He would love to not be conscious for a hundred years. Really Rip Van Winkle it up. More seriously though.]
I've got uh...some decisions to make. About how to wind back the clock and what to do to make a difference.
[Hard to do when the game is rigged.
And, unbidden behind him, there's an expanse of darkness. The only light illuminating the cavern comes off the weave of a gargantuan web, strands as thick as metal cables and strung up with bodies. Small bodies. Children, half eaten, mauled. Some still whole, left to rot.
Then it's gone.]
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[she's seen a lot of shit, so she doesn't freak-- her expression just hardens, looking at that vision before it disappears. yeah, that's definitely something that'd need to be taken care of, especially with the sight of the bodies left whole; that's not survival, that's just gluttony.]
If I'd shown up with any of 'em on me, I'd send you back with a few of my bombs for that shit.
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He does laugh a little though.]
That so? It'd be awful kind of you.
It is something of a pity we may not be able to do a collective run at each other's big time bastards. Between the forty or so of us, we might just clean house. As it is...Funny enough, I do think it'd just be a matter of winding back a bit of time. Anticipate a few plays and come at the son of a bitch in slightly bigger numbers.
[He hopes.]
What about you?