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

[retellers]

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[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.]