WEEK 3: CYOA (Rufus, Sumire, Taako, Dorothy)

[retellers]

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[misstrust]

... Mm.

[ And there's Schoolgirl Dorothy, bloody abdomen at least wrapped tightly in someone's vest as she frowns at the stage. But also hi Taako, you look terrible. ]

It's the same for her as well.

[ She's easy to spot, the only one up there who looks remotely Victorian. ]

[uhhhmagic]

[Raising a hand. hi.]

Oh— yeah. Not like sad dead.

Undead, I guess. Or, Dead-Adjacent? Because he’s Death. Like. The Grim Reaper? Or, one of them. Collects Souls for bounty and stuff.

[misstrust]

So like Rufus?

[ Is this just a thing?? ]

[uhhhmagic]

Yes, but way more cute.

[burn on rufus. the guy just got melted and you can’t be nice, taako?]

[misstrust]

They're both attractive, but yours does seem like he might smile more.

[ mildly. Guys. Not the time. ]

[uhhhmagic]

[just bleeding and comparing boys. it’s fine.]

And he knows how to throw a bowl, if you know what I mean.

[what DOES that fucking mean.]

[misstrust]

... I don't know what that means but it sounds fun?

[uhhhmagic]

Oh, you go and drink some wine, make some pottery, have small talk, it’s not so bad—-

[wait, what are we doing here again.]

I guess we can talk about this later.

[misstrust]

...It's just one we need to kill?

[ She really does not want to. ]

[uhhhmagic]

Apparently.

[Just turning to Observe the Stage now.]

Though I doubt it’ll be that clean and easy. Probably some fun memory trick too.

[siblingless]

[Jae is not here atm, but Sumire glances at Rufus and then back to Dorothy. Everyone in this auditorium is tired and bleeding, it's fine.]

... Is that what they all have in common?

[Death adjacent.]

[misstrust]

... [ Dorothy looks at the girl who looks just like Sumire and then at the girl in the glasses and then at Sumire... and sighs. ]

It's likely. But I'm sorry.

[siblingless]

[... A shake of her head.]

Please, don't apologize. You're not the one at fault.

[soulus]

No. That one is still alive.

[He stands up. His right hand is raw flesh and muscle wrapped in the remainder of the vest while his left hand is entirely artificial.

If no one else is going to move, he will.]

[siblingless]

[oh my god

RUFUS, YOUR HAND!!!]

Wait— Wilde-san!

[soulus]

[He takes a step toward the stage.]

What is it?

[siblingless]

You're injured, and—

[Glaring at Claire and the other dude. Terrible. She says this as if she weren't bleeding out herself.]

I'm sick of doing as they say. Can't we think of another option?

[Rufus, where is your spirit of rebellion? Please.]

[uhhhmagic]

[dropping to a conspiratorial whisper . . . ]

Sssssshould we go for Claire, that bitch, and these two try and take out the dude?

[siblingless]

... I wouldn't be opposed to giving Claire-san a taste of her own medicine.

[she means

knocking her out.

and yet.]

[soulus]

. . . Do as you please.

[siblingless]

... You're going to do it anyway, Wilde-san?

[soulus]

If your plan fails, I will do what is necessary.

[siblingless]

[...]

Okay. Then, let us make certain it will not fail.

[she says, like she has control over what horrors francy will unleash upon us.]