Nott, ah, short and green, got her Vlad's gold watch. Likes shiny stuff like that, though if I could get my hands on one of Zixi's fancy crossbows, she'd probably like that even more. Caleb, Frumpkin's owner, wizard type, told you about him before. Giving him your recipe for the Bone ... stuff. Don't know if he'll use it, but might get a kick out of it. Fjord. Big and green. Sailor-type. Haven't found a good gift for him yet. Got to have that nautical theme so everyone will think it's a bit funny, right? Fuck.
Um.
Jester. Like me, but blue. Giving her that game machine once I've used it. Think she'll get a kick out of it. Did I tell you-- Did I tell you I think I saw one of her memories? I don't know that it's important just ... Anyway. Beauregard. Haven't got a gift for her either yet. Bit of a [waves hand.] trash person, but you'd probably like her. Your type. Punches things and drinks things. Was going to grab some of that tequila stuff. Think she'd get a kick out of it, and it might make her puke her guts out which would be a little bit funny.
[But there's no one obviously missing from the list, of people she's heard him mention. Anyway, okay. The only obvious flaw here remains the obvious flaw, but she'd like to test some of the boundaries of it before she decides what to do.]
Only the seven of us. It's-- Zemnian. N-e-i-n. [so he can spell that.] Something of a little joke?
[Ah, right. His gaze sort of slides off at that, because. He'd been thinking about that a little? Maybe it'd be better to wish for something more useful.]
In the spirit of invoking your rock [honesty? it's called honesty.] ... It's what I've been thinking of this whole time. I don't know. I've time to think it over.
[She's just chewing on her lip, looking at him like she wants to slap him.]
So you've let us believe your wish is for just one little life, when really you're wasting resources on something that may or may not be a consideration.
Don't fucking-- Don't look at me like that. I've no intention of dying here or going back to lay quietly in my grave. But he's dangerous. As much to me as to the rest of them. Can't exactly risk that.
If he's taken care of then it's just a matter of making sure someone goes to find a powerful enough Cleric, right?
What makes you think that's not all it would take to begin with? What would you even know about it? You died and came here. Maybe he's already been defeated.
Because I was told-- [And now he just looks confused? And also upset. Also upset!] I know it's not that simple. Maybe Yasha did say something, I don't-- Or Wrath did because they know that stuff, about that--
I invoke the rock. I invoke the rock, and I tell you that your wish is to save your life and the life of the first person executed here, and that you are forbidden from changing it.
[He just. presses his hands over his eyes for a moment, until his vision sparks and blurs and then
puts his hands down.
there's a thousand arguments? He doesn't feel like he's missing anything, really. He doesn't fucking understand why the - he doesn't even remember who was executed, really. It was so fucking long ago. This place just seems to drag on forever now. shit.
but she'd respected it when he'd used it on her, so.]
No. The illusion came later. But when you arrived, she was also here. You didn't tell me what she looks like, but she is human, taller than me, brown hair which she wears tied back with shaved sides, blue eyes. She carries a quarterstaff.
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Not-- exactly no. Spit up blood on me while she was dying. [...] Is this important?
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[Awkwardly reaching to pat his hand. Change of subject.]
What are the names of your friends? The, er, the Nein ones. Tell me what they're like.
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[Trying not to think about it too hard then!]
Nott, ah, short and green, got her Vlad's gold watch. Likes shiny stuff like that, though if I could get my hands on one of Zixi's fancy crossbows, she'd probably like that even more. Caleb, Frumpkin's owner, wizard type, told you about him before. Giving him your recipe for the Bone ... stuff. Don't know if he'll use it, but might get a kick out of it. Fjord. Big and green. Sailor-type. Haven't found a good gift for him yet. Got to have that nautical theme so everyone will think it's a bit funny, right? Fuck.
Um.
Jester. Like me, but blue. Giving her that game machine once I've used it. Think she'll get a kick out of it. Did I tell you-- Did I tell you I think I saw one of her memories? I don't know that it's important just ... Anyway. Beauregard. Haven't got a gift for her either yet. Bit of a [waves hand.] trash person, but you'd probably like her. Your type. Punches things and drinks things. Was going to grab some of that tequila stuff. Think she'd get a kick out of it, and it might make her puke her guts out which would be a little bit funny.
Yasha. Flowers. I've told you about Yasha.
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[But there's no one obviously missing from the list, of people she's heard him mention. Anyway, okay. The only obvious flaw here remains the obvious flaw, but she'd like to test some of the boundaries of it before she decides what to do.]
What's your wish?
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[Ah, right. His gaze sort of slides off at that, because. He'd been thinking about that a little? Maybe it'd be better to wish for something more useful.]
Get rid of Nonagon.
[Hm.]
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Is that a new wish? Or the same one you had in mind when you came here?
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So you've let us believe your wish is for just one little life, when really you're wasting resources on something that may or may not be a consideration.
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If he's taken care of then it's just a matter of making sure someone goes to find a powerful enough Cleric, right?
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[She's still looking at him like that.]
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I just know it's not that simple.
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puts his hands down.
there's a thousand arguments? He doesn't feel like he's missing anything, really. He doesn't fucking understand why the - he doesn't even remember who was executed, really. It was so fucking long ago. This place just seems to drag on forever now. shit.
but she'd respected it when he'd used it on her, so.]
As you say.
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You did not come here alone. Beauregard was here.
[She just watches him to try to gauge his reaction to this.]
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He just looks very confused at that. And then after a second he sort of straightens up?]
What do ... Oh, I ... [hold on.] That was just an illusion though-- [Wait hold on.] Wait.
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1/2
[That all seems very familiar for a second?]
Okay, I've got it, I know she was ...
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No, I-- you saw her in the simulation room.
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. . . It would be cruel to show you. And it might not stick.
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looks distant.]
Do you know what you need to know? Can we discuss something else?
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[She's chewing even more at a hangnail.]
But I could die tomorrow. Would you do as I tell you even then?
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Reaching over to ruffle her hair, which she'll probably hate a lot.]
One little life, then.
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[She - just sort of gives him a sullen look, but doesn't stop him.]
I need you to agree you will hold to that and won't give it up for anything.
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