THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Well, I for one think it's a marvelous idea. Certainly more promising than any of your other suggestions. So─it's off to Amh Araeng we go!”
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — There is a poignant pause of silence. If a pin dropped on the crystal floor, it would be louder than Thancred’s heart.
THANCRED — “…I'll meet you at the gates.”
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Medium: Success] — A resigned look crosses over Minfillia’s face. It is one you are familiar with. An acceptance of your duty—of what you are meant to do. It is a painful, yet relieving, confirmation of what she has been dreading to accept this entire time. But she has.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Time slows. Thancred turns to leave. Alphinaud looks askance, quiet, while Alisaie seems content to examine the crystal floor. Urianger looks like he wishes to speak, but instead taps his fingers to his lips, lost in thought. Y’shtola turns to look at you. The Crystal Exarch is silent.
THE RAMPANT RAGE [Easy: Success] — It will not stop YOU.
FRAYED ESTEEM [Challenging: Success] — It pisses you off, doesn’t it? The way everyone pitter-patters around. Oh, the saviors of Eorzea, ain’t they, but they can’t do a damn thing when it comes to confronting this type of bullshite. It all falls upon your shoulders—no rest for the righteous, is it? Enough rest for all of them to whine that they hadn’t saved enough, or they could help more—but not when someone needs it.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — Thancred moves towards the door, ever so slowly. The Ascian’s eyes slide towards yours, and a flicker of a smirk crosses over his lips.
FRAYED ESTEEM — What are you going to do, O Warrior of Darkness? Stand here? Twiddle your thumbs and stand around like you always do, when someone is in trouble?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Easy: Success] — Ay!!!! We do not do that!!!!!!!
FRAYED ESTEEM — But you did, when it came time to hunt down the jewelry for Granson, and didn't move a muscle as that man got turned into a sin-eater. When Tesleen was stabbed in front of you. Watched and watched and watched.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Hmph. You are right but I refuse to admit it. Go away, you boring bore!!!!!!!!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — He is halfway to the door. Minfillia seems to collect herself.
THE RAMPANT RAGE — Enough of YOU.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Impossible: Failure] — Noooooo!!!!!!!!!! I am being subsumed!!!!!!! Save meeeeeee!!!
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Easy: Success] — Something in me CHANGES!!!!! I am now ANGRILY JOYFUL!!!!!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Impossible: Success] — We know why this is happening. It hurts you, deep inside, to see everyone just sit around and…watch. Would speaking up make anything better, or would it make it worse? The answer is neither. Nothing will change the course. But the journey matters, does it not?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Impossible: Success] — You won’t listen to me, I know that. But I want you to consider, before they make a mess of things. You will do this. You are going to lash out. But in what way is the question?
[FRAYED ESTEEM: Challenging 12] — Speak up. Say something cordial but scathing. Acting like a child instead of speaking his goddamn mind—reminds me a bit of us, hmm?
[THE JOYOUS RAGE: Formidable 14] — PUNCH HIM NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(You cannot choose this, as you will never choose to watch and wait as they did.)
(It hurts too much to know that even now, in a specter of a world consumed by light, a little girl will be consumed and subsumed once more.)
(You cannot take it. You cannot stand for it. And so—)
[THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF WHO YOU ONCE WERE: Easy 0] — Take the girl and place your axe to her throat.
YOU — Take the girl and place your axe to her throat.
-4 A light burns in your lungs.
-3 Please do not do this.
-2 Why? Why? Why?
-1 She will fear you after this. She’s a child, like you once were.
+1 You would never hurt her.
+2 But a lesson needs a consequence attached.
+3 And you are very tired of watching as another girl is consumed by another person.
+4 Watching as they do nothing.
+5 After all…
[THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF WHO YOU ONCE WERE: Success] — …who could stop you?
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Challenging: Success] — Please!!! Please, do not!!!!!!
FRAYED ESTEEM [Formidable: Success] — Whitebrim should’ve been my victory. But here we are. Enjoy the consequences, damn you.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Easy: Success] — It is laughable to realize how much they trust you. Y’sthola only realizes what you are going to do, but she is very, very slow in comparison to your skill. She reaches out to stop you—but you already move out of the way.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Trivial: Success] — It takes three steps.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — One. You take your axe and feel its weight as you slide towards Minfillia.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Two. You grab her by a soft, un-scarred arm, and drag her towards you. You can hear a gasp now: Alisaie shouts something in surprise; Alphinaud’s eyes widen—he is familiar with your moods, but not familiar in the way you act far faster than he does—Y’shtola undoes her staff—but they are all too late.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Three. Thancred turns around the minute you press the cold steel of your axe to Minfillia’s throat, as she stills frozen in your grip.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Success] — You’re going to make me tell what happens afterwards, aren’t you? Make me recite to you the calculation on their face, how they realize that you haven’t changed a damn bit since you were nineteen, when you did the same to the Minfillia of the Source? I truly, truly despise you.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “What a development from the hero,” he says. “Truly, you make considerable efforts to surprise me and all of your compatriots. Bravo.” He claps.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Easy: Success] — Thancred has now drawn his gunblade. There is a look of familiar fear in his eyes. Minfillia squirms, suddenly realizing the position she is in. She tilts her head back to look at you.
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — “C—Ceylan?” Her voice is shaky and afraid. There is betrayal in her gaze. A re-evaluation, perhaps.
FRAYED ESTEEM [Challenging: Success] — Her voice hurts you.
-1
MORALE DAMAGED!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Urianger has his cards in his hand, stricken with fear. But the Crystal Exarch does not move, merely looks at you behind his hooded visage, as if he knows something you do not.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND — Your fingers shake against your axe.
Speak: “So, let’s kill her now. End this before it even starts, yeah? You want Minfillia? Let’s get her, right here, right now. Tell me to kill her.”
YOU — Speak: “So, let’s kill her now. End this before it even starts, yeah? You want Minfillia? Let’s get her, right here, right now. Tell me to kill her.”
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Failure] — “…since you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself.” The words come out on their own accord.
THANCRED — “Let her go.” Rage seethes behind his voice. “She’s made her choice. Accept it.”
THE JOYOUS RAGE — WE speak for YOU. “Have you? Where’s the man that held a knife to my throat when I did the same to Ascilla?”
THANCRED — You struck a nerve. “You never knew her as I did. I spent years watching over her. I won’t repeat myself again, Ceylan—this isn’t how you act. Drop the axe.”
ALISAIE — “By the Twelve!” She has now drawn her rapier, but she holds it unsurely.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Easy: Success] — I despise you for making me think of this. In a fight, you would take Urianger out first, then Alphinaud, as they could heal the others. Break Y’shtola’s staff, or take it for yourself. You’d have to knock out Alisaie, but she’s too devoted to you to act against you. Emet-Selch can mind himself, and so can the Exarch, if they know what's good for them. Thancred has grown from the rogue he once was, but he’s no match for you. Never was.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — He has taken to watching with a deeply amused, almost confirmatory smile on his face, the words: I told you so, seemingly imprinted into his face like a large, annoying stamp.
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — “C—Ceylan, I… you don’t have to do this. I know what I have to do. So, please…”
THE JOYOUS RAGE [Impossible: Success] — Reasoning will not work with YOU, to our HORROR!!!! You are FOOLISH and the WORST PERSON ALIVE!!!!!!!
Y’SHTOLA — “Is this truly what you wish to do, Ceylan? Attack a young girl?” She shakes her head, but her ears and tail reveal her quiet anxiety. “And here I thought I would say something foolish…”
URIANGER — “I prithee, Miss Sonnet, abandon thy endeavor. We have not yet exhausted our repertoire to find the Light Warden. But ‘tis Minfillia’s choice…”
YOU — “Says the man who sentenced her to the First.”
URIANGER — He has gone quiet, stunned with the force of your remark. Alphinaud seems to take up his attempt at conciliation.
ALPHINAUD — “You need not bring Minfillia into this, Ceylan. If you have a disagreement with Thancred—then at the very least, pray discuss it elsewhere when—others are not nearby.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Easy: Success] — He’s taken to using the same tone when you both were alone in Ishgard, all those years ago. Your blood rushes in your ears.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Truly, not even I could have come up with an action quite so cruel. Threatening a young girl in front of those who love her for what she’s worth. Well, get on with it. We all have things to do other than stare at each other, hero.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — He dares you to truly slit her throat.
YOU — …
Press the axe against her throat a touch harder, and speak: “All of you—just watching and looking and staring at the ground. Let the girl do it, let Minfillia do it, let Minfillia eat her like the Ascian over there and all will be fine.”
Continue: “Tell us if we can do anything to help! But not when it matters. This is our home, too! Oh, don’t make me fucking laugh! You watch, and you watch, and you watch—“
Continue: “You’re a goddamn adult, Thancred, don’t you patronize me! You want her dead? Then tell me to kill her, since that is exactly what you’re going to do the minute you leave that gate!”
Continue: “So. What’s it going to be? Are you gonna be brave and spare me the effort of doing it myself, or are you going to bitch and moan and say you were too late, you couldn’t do it, wah—wah—wah—wah—I failed, time and time again, and I'll do it one more time, just to make sure I can make it stick!“
(You say all of the above, because you are a fool who cannot shut her mouth.)
YOU — (You say all of the above, because you are a fool who cannot shut her mouth.)
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Challenging: Success] — He lunges at you. You dodge, and Minfillia jumps out of your grasp into the arms of Urianger, who flings a card at you.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — You duck under it—you’ve had practice, to your amusement—and it hits the carbuncle Alphinaud had summoned while you were busy yelling.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — You do not have time to implement the hasty plan to take everyone out and do—what, exactly—as Thancred knocks you to the floor.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — And like a pair of children fighting over their favorite doll, you wrestle upon the floor. You fling his gunblade out of his range and try to wrestle him down; he punches you hard enough to spit out onto the Exarch’s crystal floor.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — It is a really, really pathetic spectacle from the Warrior of Light and Darkness and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. You can hear Emet-Selch laughing, Alisaie running over to pull you off of him, but it is far too late.
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Medium: Success] — You are stronger than Thancred, it is a fact. And you press him down to the floor, knee against his back, arm pinned behind him. In your tussle, he managed to slice a gash on your stomach. It bleeds out as he thrashes beneath you, but to no avail.
THANCRED — “What do you want me to say, exactly? It would not appease you, I’m sure of it! We waste time fighting—you waste time fighting an injured man instead of tracking down the Light Warden of Amh Ahraeng!”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Do keep on fighting, it is the most interesting spectacle I’ve seen so far. Excluding slaying the Light Wardens, and what not.”
Y’SHTOLA — “Our observer seems to do quite a bit more than merely observe.”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “Is this not observing? I did not jump in and pry our hero and the other one apart, did I? I do wonder, though: what sayeth the summoner to this, hmm? Awfully quiet, are you not?”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Easy: Success] — With a lift of his staff, the Crystal Exarch makes a resounding noise that crawls through your ears. It burns less than the light, bundled in your chest, but it does cause you to lessen your grip on Thancred slightly.
THE CRYSTAL EXARCH — “Far be it from me to have a say in what I think you should do—after all, 'twas I the one who summoned you all here. But I fear you have forgotten who should speak in this situation, Ceylan.”
THE CRYSTAL EXARCH — He directs your gaze to Minfillia, who waits beside Urianger. She has a hand on her throat, feeling the mark you left with your axe. That you did.
MORALE DAMAGED!
-1
LITTLE FILLY, MINFILLIA — She hesitates before speaking. “I don’t know exactly why you did that, but…it’s my choice, isn’t it? And—and I’ll be sure of it. By the time we arrive to Amh Ahraeng, I’ll know. I’ll be ready. So—so you don’t have to stick up for me.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS [Formidable: Failure] — She whispers something under her breath, but you cannot tell if it is: she wouldn’t have let this happen, or I wish they would stop fighting.
YOU — …
[THY MOTHER OF SORROWS: Impossible 99] — Once upon a time, there was a girl with your name and your face, and she wished for someone to speak up and save her…
[FRAYED ESTEEM: Formidable 13] — But you aren’t her anymore.
[A GENTLE MYSTE: Formidable 13] — And this won’t really solve anything.
Pull away.
[THE JOYFUL RAGE: Easy 0] OR YOU COULD DO THE STUPID THING AND KEEP ON PUNCHING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU — [FRAYED ESTEEM: Formidable 13] — But you aren’t her anymore.
+1 Listen to me, you idiot.
+2 You’ll try to convince her otherwise, anyway. But you don’t need to beat up Thancred to do so.
-1 It would be really fucking funny if you continued, though.
[FRAYED ESTEEM: FORMIDABLE 13] — SUCCESS!
FRAYED ESTEEM — Ah, the woes of being the level-headed one of us, hmm? You pull away. Collect your axe. The whole room seems to let out a collective sigh of relief.
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “A rather sorry spectacle. But I suppose you do enjoy fisticuffs rather than peaceful discussion. Should I have strode in at first glance and challenged you to a duel, hero? Mayhaps you would’ve taken my offer of cooperation. Alas, I find that tiresome enough.”
YOU — “And I’d gut you from neck to navel.”
THE ASCIAN, EMET-SELCH — “How crude. Well, do try to make sure you arrive to Amh Ahraeng in full health. I spent a taxing amount of effort retrieving your friend from the Life Stream, and am not wont to do it again—no matter how sad you all look.”
HEART, LUNGS, EARS, HANDS — He disappears in a portal of his own making. If only you had one of your own—the walk of shame to Amh Ahraeng is looking awfully terrible.
THE JOYFUL EXULTATION [Impossible: Success] — I have returned from the dead and offer you the hilarious sentiment of smiling very hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU — So you smile. And you leave the room. Everything is fine and all is well.
THE SULTANA’S CORPSE — What was once a little ruler is now a little corpse. There is a serenity to her in death that she did not have in the moments before the wine passed through her lips, down to where it would stop her heart. Here, laying on the floor of her chamber, she affects the look of a sleeping princess—rather than what she truly was.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Easy: Success] — Ay!!! Do not leave us hanging!!! Say what you mean! What was she truly? Oh, tell, tell, tell!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Easy: Success] — A flash of pity strikes through you. You reached out for her. And yet you were too late. If only you had been faster. If only you had known.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You did not answer my question! I am upset!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Formidable: Success] — The maidservant. It’s always the maidservant. What did she look like again? Can you recall? You’ll need her image to describe her later on.
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Easy: Failure] — I remember nothing.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — This is so hilarious! I am laughing! Very hard!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Challenging: Success] — You turn around, just before the door opens. You knew it would open. Fingers clench, heart pumps, and your eyes do not water with tears. Your lungs expand, contract—are you ready to run?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Failure] — Run? You like to run. Now is not the time for running.
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Medium: Success] — There is an unspoiled node about 293 malms away.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Formidable: Success] — Somewhere in the busy corners of your mind, you realize that you are being yelled at. A shrill noise comes from the door, where a small man that you cannot recognize gasps and says—something. A thin film of buzzing washes over you. There is something like: the sultana is dead! And you, you—you murdered the sultana!
EARTH’S BOUNTY — You have about ten minutes to go and get the node. It’s sooooo important. I promise. You need it.
THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER [Challenging: Success] — YOU NEED IT FOR YOUR CRAFTS, CEYLAN. OTHERWISE YOU’D HAVE TO GO BACK. TO THE MARKET BOARD.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Easy: Success] — A horrible chill runs down your back. Somebody places a cold glove on your back. Leather. Gridanian-made, with seams that itch even through the layers of your clothing.
THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER — NOW, NOW, DON’T FEAR. WE ALL KNOW YOU CAN MAKE SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT. YOU ARE THE GREATEST CRAFTER ALIVE. DO NOT CONCERN YOURSELF WITH THE LEATHER.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Legendary: Success] —Not to spoil the fun, but I think we are being arrested!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Formidable: Failure] — What? Us?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Ooh, you aren’t supposed to act that way!! What a revelation!!!!
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Legendary: Success] — What’s going on? We’re being arrested? Ah—you forgot the most important part of the mystery—you were the only one in the room while the Sultana died!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Another life lost. Another light faded.
THE HORRIFIC RAMIE RIBBON [Challenging: Success] — Comrade, you hurt my flaxen heart. Do not listen to that thing, my beloved twin-tailed host. I’m with you.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You don’t have a heart!!!!!!! You are a terrible ribbon!!!!!
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Legendary: Success] — Somewhere, sometime, in a place that you are not in, you can see them. Aymeric, drawn away; Thancred, those bitter knives flashing; Alphinaud, a sword placed upon the side of his neck…
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — A plot to incriminate the Scions. There is a hilarity to this. Did all of you not save Eorzea? What purpose do you have to tear it down?
SIX/FOURTEEN [Impossible: Success] — You did not know it would lead to this.
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HANDS [Easy: Failure] — You laugh. Out of the glimpse of your eye, walking down that darkened hallway, ropes bound across your wrists and cold-warm palms against the small of your back, the daring placement upon your shoulder—it still makes about half of your captors freeze.
HALF-DRAGON, HALF-BEAST [Medium: Success] — They fffffeaaar you. As they ssshouuuld.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Is that what a hero does? No. You keep your head down, and you keep quiet—because you all know what you can do to them. It’s better this way, to go along. It’d be difficult for everyone if you didn’t.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — What happens to the others if you fight back? Alphinaud, Minfillia…
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Easy: Success] — You stay quiet. The thought hurts. Pins and needles in your veins.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — You are perhaps about a minute or three away from the celebration.
THE HORRIFIC RAMIE RIBBON [Trivial: Success] — Listen to me, my host. Stop and force them to push you. Struggle. Feeeeel the pinch of their lances against your back! Open the doors and proclaim that you have killed the Sultana to the world as you know it!
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — I must admit!!! That sounds intriguing!! That sounds fun!! We should do this!!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — Absolutely not.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — I really do not like you!! But I am happy that you are here, arguing with me!
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — I’m glad that you are glad and I will be glad to assert that no, we should not proclaim to the Eorzean Alliance and every big-shot in Ul’dah—and the stray Ishgardian’s who’ve dared to linger in the corners—that we have killed the Sultana. Might I remind you that we did nothing of the sort?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Success] — You could argue your case. Call for the maidservant. Beseech whoever is upon your side—albeit, your options are little.
JIG-LOCK-SAW — By the way. A minute. You have been awfully frozen this entire time.
THE KEY TO YOUR HEART [Formidable: Success] — you unnerve some of them. you have always been distant. but can you not breathe? does your heart not beat the same rhythm as theirs? you kill gods and tyrants, you protect your fellow man, and you have never been more farther away from them than in this moment, with their knives upon your back and the crime pinned against your head.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — …
JIG-LOCK-SAW — You are almost about to reach the doors. So, Sonnet, what’s it going to be?
YOU — …
[THE HORRIBLE GIL-MONSTER: Challenging 12] — REMARK UPON THE LACK OF QUALITY IN EVERYONE’S LEATHER AND OFFER YOUR SERVICES TO FIX THIS DREADFUL PIECE OF WORK. FOR MONEY, OF COURSE.
[THE RAMPANT RAGE: Trivial 5] Snatch one of their weapons. Kill them.
(Start laughing uncontrollably.)
“You know, I have to go and get an unspoiled node and the time is ticking. Really ticking; do you know how long it takes to find them?”
“I’m so sorry for killing the Sultana. Should I kill myself?”
(Lie.) “I’m so sorry for killing the Sultana. Should I kill myself?”
(Lie.) “I am so sorry for failing to get away with killing the Sultana. Should I kill you?”
Hey, can I do—anything else?
YOU — Hey, can I do—anything else?
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Challenging: Failure] — Nope.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION [Challenging: Success] — You could always go inside and proclaim you have killed the sultana!!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Formidable: Success] — You have stopped just around the section where you reach the steps to the Royal Promenade. Your heart slows, beat by painful beat. Lungs freeze. It is not they who stop, but you. Faintly, you hear the little man tell his soldiers to push you—but they cannot.
Take one of their weapons.
(Start laughing uncontrollably.)
There has got to be other options.
YOU — There has got to be other options.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Easy: Success] Yes, there is another option—do not do anything. Surely the Scions could figure this out? Surely—the Alliance leaders would help us? After all we’ve done for them?
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — You are such a terrible bore!!
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Legendary: Success] — They start to become afraid. Sweat drips down brows, into the crevice of the planes between nose and cheek, to linger in their mouth until they swallow salt and fear. You have refused to move. You are thinking so hard that you have become frozen, as if ice.
THE JOYOUS EXULTATION — Pity Iceheart was not here to see our great facsimile of her!!
AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO [Impossible: Success] Somewhere across the great icy fields of Coerthas: there lies a woman. She gazes upon the wreckage she has dealt with her own hand. Somewhere in the Brume, there is a child who will curl up around a moth-torn blanket, ice in their veins, ice in their heart, waiting for when the cold with kill them, or the dragons.
JIG-LOCK-SAW [Medium: Success] — If you do not do anything, they’re going to start prodding you with their lances. Or actually injure you—and we all know that it is not dangerous for you, but for them.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT [Trivial: Success] — Listen to me—and only me. We’re just going to continue breathing—
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Challenging: Success] — You exhale, inhale. It is the only movement you have made in a while.
WARRIOR OF LIGHT — And we are going to go inside peacefully. We can figure this out. Together.
1) [WARRIOR OF LIGHT: Easy 8] — Go inside peacefully.
2) [THY MOTHER OF SORROWS: Impossible 99] — Cry.
YOU — Go inside peacefully.
+3 This is the correct choice.
+2 Doing anything else would make it worse.
-2 YOUR NODE IS RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!!!!!!!
-1 You could always cry, if you could.
[SNAKE EYES — CHECK FAILURE]
HEART, LUNGS, EYES, HAND [Formidable: Success] — Calmly, the first move you have made in minutes, you turn to the nearest guard and disarm him, before knocking him out. The little man screams; there, too, is now fear in his eyes.
ceylan's 15 different identities are so complex to run through i almost regret making all of them. why do i have to have a flowchart for this woman (positive)
prev post I reblogged gets so much more juicer in my Bad Black Rose Ending au because in there ceylan’s dead body just gets up and starts. doing the same shit she usually does but now without her three peanuts (who are. well. there’s a reason it’s the Bad End) and i just imagine her corpse just gets injured more and more with her weapons being stuck into her ITS SOOOO JUICY
