[she watches it clatter off across the ground, and after a moment, crouches down to pick up a piece. she twirls it between her fingers, watching it pick up the lights. her voice is quiet, but thancred might still hear it anyway.]
she sighs, and then pulls herself back to to stand, still holding the glass in hand. she's still relaxed, too - and when she sees him looking at her, she raises her eyebrows curiously.]
I wonder if there wasn't more to all this than what was let on, earlier. Barnes killed with a motive. It stands to reason that something compelled Four to.
But Barnes could have been fed false information. I wonder if that's not at play here, as well.
And if we're going the route of not trusting what we're told, we may want to start our skepticism with the most obvious: are we certain any of us are really dead to begin with?
The demons' employer is also offering us a tantalizing prize that only carries value to the truly dead. If Barnes could have found his own path out of this place, I doubt he would have resorted to the ends he chose.
[He shrugs.]
The real question is, how could we hope to prove it, either way.
Time and investigation, both of which are not, shall we say, my forte. [she says, dryly.] But if you want to investigate, I'll go with you. I've got my sword.
And I am hardly any scholar of death, for all the...
[takes a mental count and JUST FUCKING GIVES UP]
— numerous times I've been too-closely acquainted with it. We've still a fair amount of time until this forthcoming party. Let's see what good we can make of it, shall we?
We shall. [she says, with that hint of a grin on her face again. she pushes her glasses up on the top of her head.] Am I going to completely embarrass myself if I call you partner?
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No. [...] The only time it ever matters is when the doors lock, and I'll be at her back then anyway.
[a beat. and maybe a little lamely:] I like having my own space.
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[Anyway, here we are at the House of Mirrors! Soon to be the Rubble of Mirrors, with any luck.
He pulls out the whistle again and glances at Gideon.]
Ready?
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she peers at him, and when he asks, she gives him a crisp military salute that she manages to make both sincere and sarcastic all in one.]
Aye.
[destroy that house]
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Let's see if this thing actually works as promised.................
as he takes aim (?) at the house of mirrors and blows the whistle.]
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...Well.
That certainly was an earthquake.
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Holy shit. Nice. Nice, nice, nice.
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And it seems my questionable friend was telling the truth, after all. We'll see if I suffer any ill effects from using this, from here on out.
[He says, pocketing the now-spent whistle.]
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I've never seen glass do that before. [she says, pleased.] ... Thanks. For letting me witness that.
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[He nudges her back, before kicking idly at some of the vaporized glass to make the shards skitter along the ground. Property Damage ASMR.]
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Death first to vultures and scavengers.
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He cocks his head at her, having heard enough of it to suss out the gist of what was said, but not pressing yet. Just waiting.]
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she sighs, and then pulls herself back to to stand, still holding the glass in hand. she's still relaxed, too - and when she sees him looking at her, she raises her eyebrows curiously.]
What?
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[He assumes it's either a vow or a curse, or something of the like.]
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Eto, unintentionally.
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But Barnes could have been fed false information. I wonder if that's not at play here, as well.
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[she grips the glass a little more tightly, at that.]
Nothing that's presented here can be trusted, I think, you're onto something. We're just filling a quota.
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[NAV THAT'S GLASS GOOD GRIEF]
And if we're going the route of not trusting what we're told, we may want to start our skepticism with the most obvious: are we certain any of us are really dead to begin with?
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The demons seem pretty insistent that we are. I can't shake the feeling that we're still in an in-between place, but I've got nothing to prove it.
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[He shrugs.]
The real question is, how could we hope to prove it, either way.
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Time and investigation, both of which are not, shall we say, my forte. [she says, dryly.] But if you want to investigate, I'll go with you. I've got my sword.
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[takes a mental count and JUST FUCKING GIVES UP]
— numerous times I've been too-closely acquainted with it. We've still a fair amount of time until this forthcoming party. Let's see what good we can make of it, shall we?
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We shall. [she says, with that hint of a grin on her face again. she pushes her glasses up on the top of her head.] Am I going to completely embarrass myself if I call you partner?
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[But he's smiling.]
But do it anyway.
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[she says, giving him a totally over the top bow, complete with arm flourish. and then, for fun:] Dick.
[the grin is in full force.]