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Deg, it's feels almost like she's sleeping, all curled up in a blanket, squirming underneath like something alive. You feel like she's just poked an ear or eye out from under that warm smoky blanket, but is still too comfy to do anything other than …
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I'm mildly annoyed, wondering what sort of mess the captain has gotten the ship into this time. I answer the comm ping, saying, "Bézier, Captain. Sitrep?"
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Wisher, go here. [End Scene]
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Isis, go here. [End Scene]
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"It will take some time to decode, Highness. Your time is too valuable... We can review later, that's a good idea." I don't look at Kohaku.
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Even in her small gestures, she's regal. Such poise, it's impressive. "I haven't had a chance yet. I've only just retrieved them." My eyes flick to Kohaku, asking a question without words.
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"Future favors," I tell Kohaku, "And not like that." Not that I'd mind favors from her, but I'm not a creep. I give her a slightly reproachful look, but hurried since Xuan's heading back. "And I'm not going to blackmail you because we work together.…
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I guess he buys it... mostly. Cize makes a signal to one of the Ula guards, who starts to head out, hopefully to get your katana. "How do I know you'll do as I say?" Isis, Barker lets out the tiniest whimper. It gives you a dark chill.
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She can't faze me. I've seen some shit that'd turn you blue. "Kohaku, you've spent so long with the stick, you've forgotten about the carrot. What if I'm just trying to get on your good side by helping you?"
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Isis, he's telling a partial truth, but not the whole truth. And he's lying. As far as he knows, they don't really eat the people they take... and not everyone they take have been innocent babes- sometimes Cize offers tribute or sends away the troub…
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When Deg gets high, roll+cool. On a 10+, it's a good trip. You reach through the world's psychic maelstrom and can retrieve a good memory of the time before Louise. On a 7-9, Louise is aware of this memory. On a miss, instead Louise holds three and …
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"Did she ask you to save her?" I wonder, looking at her beaten self. "Now she'll need to try and save you... but 'tis better to have loved and lost, and all that." I look innocently at Kohaku, nodding toward the cell. "What threat? I thought you …
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"They offend my vision," Cize says grandly, making a sweeping gesture. He doesn't give a shit what your weapon is called. "Slavers and cannibals make for poor neighbors. No more innocents will be lost to them." He's not looking at you, gazing peacef…
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Cize smiles at you, and it feels like he's looking through you somehow, maybe at your fate, maybe at your past choices. It's fucking unnerving. "But you are quite lovely, lovely. And the world needs more lovelies in the world. And the world needs le…
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Vet's amenable to breathing smoke with you, Deg. You two make your way over to the stall, not really a stall, but an overturned congregated plastic tub and a bin with a lid to keep the herbs dry. The old herb lady reminds you of Asphalt from the Car…
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Okay, Wisher, you get up to the handle, no problem. This side of the container has baked-in paint from being in the sun, and flakes of it come off in your hand as you grab the handle. It's a double door, and each door has two long, rusty metal poles…
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I carefully do not smile. I've got the system doing my own recordings. Once HIHX is diverted, I'll look at Kohaku. "How's lady luck treating you these days, Kohaku?" It's friendly, like I don't know about her debts or troubles. I'm just making conve…
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"Love?" I shrug. "Lots of people aren't lucky in love. At least you knew where your cards lay. Love leads you to attempted murder?" "I couldn't possibly do that, Your Imperial Highness." Without moving a muscle in my face and using an economy of m…
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"What do you mean? Did someone force you?" I look casual, trying to reach out to her at the same time trying to remember what little tradecraft I know.
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Vet doesn't miss a step, but he's quiet for a minute. It's obvious to you that he's biting his tongue and trying to figure out what to say. "I'm sorry too," is what he finally says. You can tell he wants to push more, to find out why you left, what …
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Isis, the buzzing intensifies and Cize gets a creepy-ass smile on his face, and somehow it looks like he's looking at you with both eyes and only one at the same time. "It's more fun if you resist, lovely." He idly tugs on his hair with his hand, an…
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You've seen a shipping container, right, Wisher? About fifty feel long, maybe ten feet tall and about as wide. They've got a complicated lock-and-hinge thing with a lever on one end to open the double doors. In this case, it's clear that the regular…
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Wisher, you follow a big bundle of copper and wires and maybe duck from container to container until you get to where you just heard Isis. That's gotta be handy, but I see why you don't keep your brain open all the time. Not like you're going to use…
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"Along another path," he smirks, "I could use a new concubine. But in this, the best of all possible worlds, I think you have more use to me alive and out in the world... but doing little favors for the Ula and for Sparks. For me. Where is your cara…
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Can you blame her? "Everything is a choice. I'm choosing to treat you decently." I'll grab a bulb of water from the dispenser and roll it into the cell. I lean back against the wall, waiting to see what she'll do.
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Yeah, this is like that time in the monastery. I was a young man back then, not even allowed to grow my hair. They took in a warrior monk for heresy. Of course, we know ways to cause pain without damage, but that wasn't always the case out in the wo…
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Vet gathers up the rest of the bread, careful, and puts the small cache of honey in his pack, slings it up tight. He's not sure if you want to hold hands. Do you? Your footsteps are clomping together in sync on the bridge, toward the burble of the …
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Wisher, the world is very thin here. There's all sorts of psychic energy here- the place is awash in it. You can hear the whispers, the whispers, of those who have died (three hundred ninety two), be it of drugs or violence or wasting away or dancin…
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Isis, it's Cize, the Ula head honcho. You know them somehow, right? What have you heard that's true, and what have you heard that you're not sure about? Barker whimpers and scuttles to his knees, terrified and reverent and orgasmic and you can smell…
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"Er, absolutely, your highness," I lie. "And the Royal personage?" I take stock of her dismay, and hazard, "Like you, I'm concerned about the state of the prisoner." I hope she doesn't think I did this. I mean, violence if in my wheelhouse, but not…