like twin drachmae on the river Styx.

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like twin drachmae on the river Styx.
who's the most likely to break into marie's house to get at tas? id write someone breaking into her house and eating her junk food and tas being like Let's Discuss This as he does cba of staying with marie versus going
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Elix, clearly. She’s the only one who realizes how much she’s fucked up by giving a recently created artificial intelligence (okay, sapience, whatever, that’s just semantics) access to the outside world with no restrictions. She orchestrated Jindal’s murder but she probably didn’t expect to stumble on someone like Yancy, so now she has more variables to deal with. I haven’t developed the plot enough to know if she’s attempt to negotiate with Tas or kill him. Probably negotiate. She’s a coward.
Ling and Sivoy might also break into Marie’s house. Ling would be more likely, since I doubt that Sivoy would survive a trip from ambiguously NYC to New Jersey at that point in his life. (He needs to get help.) However, she’s still a young teenager at the time of the story, and fills the much-needed Only Sane Man role (excepting Marie), so she would probably avoid such flagrantly illegal activities.
Anyway, Tas would be the one eating Marie’s junk food. His ability to maintain a human body goes from -500 (immediately post-murder) to around -3. Marie probably has to explain the basics to him, e.g., “You need to drink water or you will die.”
Thank you for asking me…I appreciate the chance to develop and elucidate my otherwise vague ideas about the plot.
for lent im giving up my corporeal form.
self care is painting the nails of your stolen body a deep pink like the flesh of an eviscerated plum