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[ He's fine, we're all having a time this week! ]
So long as my remains aren't destroyed, I can regain my spiritual power and reform this physical form. I'm not sure what the effect of this would be in a place like this, though, so I'm trying to avoid it.
So long as my remains aren't destroyed, I can regain my spiritual power and reform this physical form. I'm not sure what the effect of this would be in a place like this, though, so I'm trying to avoid it.
[ Sometimes you can't indulge in endless eating like you usually do and that blows. Sometimes you're back to being human and that blows, too. ]
Probably. I'd like to not repeat that experience. [ He sits back to look at him. ] Where did you wind up last night?
Probably. I'd like to not repeat that experience. [ He sits back to look at him. ] Where did you wind up last night?
Circus. We had posters for a "death defying act" that turned into someone dying in lava, probably.
Ah, I ran into Yuri in the planetarium earlier - he was testing that effect out, apparently if you go back in there it'll happen again?
[ But he does shrug at the question. ]
Probably. I'm still putting together information from people about their experiences last night.
[ But he does shrug at the question. ]
Probably. I'm still putting together information from people about their experiences last night.
[ He'll get a response, after a beat. ]
still in the pod, but starting to look better
still in the pod, but starting to look better
Apparently Childe couldn't get into the kitchen with his group, but they could smell something sweet from outside when they tried checking it. I'm waiting for other people to get back to me on where they were last night.
But if it's anything like last week, we're probably going to see more references to whatever happened last night in the rest of this "base" and where people were locked in.
But if it's anything like last week, we're probably going to see more references to whatever happened last night in the rest of this "base" and where people were locked in.
[ retroactively, rip to beau who was absolutely innocent ]
It's what he's setting up for himself, at the rate that he's going. [ momf ] We're left chasing our own asses, and I have a feeling it's going to be a trend.
It's what he's setting up for himself, at the rate that he's going. [ momf ] We're left chasing our own asses, and I have a feeling it's going to be a trend.
probably
we'll see what happens to her hand though
still huge, its distracting
we'll see what happens to her hand though
still huge, its distracting
preemptive warning that she'll cry about it, probably
[ ... not what he expected, but he raises an eyebrow before picking up the one of the like, burgers or whatever and starting to unwrap it before he heads towards the loft stairs. ]
Making sure I eat this week, White?
Making sure I eat this week, White?
[ Unfortunately Ming Yi now knows what the word "tsundere" means. So that's what his mind supplies. ]
Of course you did. [ The sheer Skepticism. ]
Of course you did. [ The sheer Skepticism. ]
[he looks over from the edge of the loft to scowl at ming yi, because he can hear that skepticism!!
except in doing so, a memory plays out. oops.]
except in doing so, a memory plays out. oops.]
[ Oops!
Ming Yi shouldn't be surprised, given how his interactions have been going so far. And, really, the memory would worry just about anyone, wouldn't it? What a monstrous, miserable thing. What an awful past. Would they be afraid of it?
He isn't. There's just the feeling of blood boiling, a familiar ache and anger. Starvation, abuse, suffering, all of it culminating in something terrifying and vengeful. ]
... well. [ The memory clears, even if it lingers, and his voice is as toneless as ever. ] Did you beat him?
Ming Yi shouldn't be surprised, given how his interactions have been going so far. And, really, the memory would worry just about anyone, wouldn't it? What a monstrous, miserable thing. What an awful past. Would they be afraid of it?
He isn't. There's just the feeling of blood boiling, a familiar ache and anger. Starvation, abuse, suffering, all of it culminating in something terrifying and vengeful. ]
... well. [ The memory clears, even if it lingers, and his voice is as toneless as ever. ] Did you beat him?
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