[ he doesn't really want to look at that face any longer than he has to, and the voice alone is enough to send a horrible crawling feeling up his spine, coughing a bit with the memory of drowning - glowering at the space in front of himself. ]
I can't do that. You see, there's really only room for one of us—so I think it's time for you to go. Don't you?
[Molly doesn't want to look at this face? Good news is, he doesn't have to. Sort of. Lucien reaches out, his hand covering part of Molly's vision—and then Molly will feel pain in his eye, and as though something is sealing it shut. Of course, in his current state, he can't exactly check out the damage...
... and he has bigger things to worry about, as Lucien takes that opportunity to move his hands to Molly's throat. For better or for worse, choking is a sensation Molly's sure familiar with now, as Lucien begins to strangle the life out of him.
And as his vision goes white, as he teeters the border between life and death, he'll hear a voice echo. It comes from somewhere inside of him, ambiguous as to whether it's someone speaking to him or a question he asks himself.]
Is there anything in this world left protecting?
[He feels as though he should answer. Despite, uh, being strangled at the moment. It's fine.]
well that's fair, honestly. he'd had so many extra because of Lucien in the first place, what's losing one. He'd laugh at this too, the absurdity of it. Hadn't Claude made a joke the other day, only sort of funny at the time. With all those extra eyes, couldn't you see enemies coming? Not really, apparently. He barely even fights at first when the choking pressure comes, feeling the searing lack of oxygen competing with the firey explosion of pain from the eye for winning sensation of the day--
He actually does try and laugh at the question. What a ridiculous statement. What a stupid question. He's always been so stubborn about everything he believes, whether right or wrong, it's the philosophy he's built a whole out of a splinter from.
The answer is of course. For every stranger who hurls invectives there's a stranger who reaches for your hand when things look scary, who wants to trust you in the moment. For every horrible, shocking and bloody death, there's a family who will stop at nothing, will trek to the ends of the earth and beyond it to the farthest planes to try and save you, small and insignificant as you are in the grand scheme of fate. For every horrible bastard with too many eyes, there's a girl who despite everything the world has taught her about pain and betrayal and loss, wants to believe you when you say you can go home. Have a happy life. Because there's a beautiful, chaotic balance to the universe, like you say all the time.
So, you know, he aims a clawed hand to scratch right down Lucien's if he can manage it. Fuck you. ]
[And then Marie emerges, as if out of thin air. Her spell activates for her, re-summoning her gun in her hand. She drops in to the side of Lucien strangling Molly, with a clear view of both. Might be a little hard to tell them apart at a glance, but one of them probably looks more like an asshole?
Also Molly is missing half of his horn still while Lucien is not.]
Wicked is here and there's two Molly's? In front of her? ]
What in the fuck is going on? [ SHE JUST HAD SOME TRAUMATIC SHIT HAPPEN TO HER AND NOW THIS. Choosing to take her frustrations out, she chooses to rush over and swiftly kick the Molly who is fully horny! Get off her dad wtf??? ]
[ Marie is in the process of helping Molly, holding out a hand for him before Lucien decides to call him a fake? Did he not see what happened to Four? ]
Can you shut the fuck up!? I'm tired of this bullshit! I wanna take a nap!
[ And then she shoots Lucien but it's a 2 I guess she's really sneepy. ]
[ he's a little busy trying to figure out how to breath again after all of that, breath raspy and terrible and afraid to reach up and see just how bad the eye is after everything--
but then the bastard starts talking again and he can't exactly leave it like this. staggering up and fumbling for his sword again, holding it over the other self on the ground. ]
[Well. Marie's bullet misses Lucien by a wide berth and goes flying off into the void. Molly holds his sword, but Lucien bats it away.
Too bad for Marie and Molly, who made it so far, only to die here as Lucien fires a spell at them both!
No, your boss fight was in Part 1. I know you want death, but no!!!!
The spell never makes it to them, as fire blasts from elsewhere, canceling it out. Two figures drop in front of Molly and Marie, speaking one after another but directed either to Lucien or the air.]
That's enough of that, I'd say. You've overstayed your welcome, and I'd like to go back with my friend now.
Seriously? I am not cut out for this kind of crap...
[Caleb and Damien are here—as themselves, not the monsterified versions Molly and Marie saw earlier. They both turn to look at Molly and Marie for a moment, before returning their attention to Lucien.
Caleb sends another blast of fire at him, while... Damien stands around looking pretty (?). He's a normie here, he can't do shit.
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[ he doesn't really want to look at that face any longer than he has to, and the voice alone is enough to send a horrible crawling feeling up his spine, coughing a bit with the memory of drowning - glowering at the space in front of himself. ]
Fuck off.
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[Molly doesn't want to look at this face? Good news is, he doesn't have to. Sort of. Lucien reaches out, his hand covering part of Molly's vision—and then Molly will feel pain in his eye, and as though something is sealing it shut. Of course, in his current state, he can't exactly check out the damage...
... and he has bigger things to worry about, as Lucien takes that opportunity to move his hands to Molly's throat. For better or for worse, choking is a sensation Molly's sure familiar with now, as Lucien begins to strangle the life out of him.
And as his vision goes white, as he teeters the border between life and death, he'll hear a voice echo. It comes from somewhere inside of him, ambiguous as to whether it's someone speaking to him or a question he asks himself.]
[He feels as though he should answer. Despite, uh, being strangled at the moment. It's fine.]
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well that's fair, honestly. he'd had so many extra because of Lucien in the first place, what's losing one. He'd laugh at this too, the absurdity of it. Hadn't Claude made a joke the other day, only sort of funny at the time. With all those extra eyes, couldn't you see enemies coming? Not really, apparently. He barely even fights at first when the choking pressure comes, feeling the searing lack of oxygen competing with the firey explosion of pain from the eye for winning sensation of the day--
He actually does try and laugh at the question. What a ridiculous statement. What a stupid question. He's always been so stubborn about everything he believes, whether right or wrong, it's the philosophy he's built a whole out of a splinter from.
The answer is of course. For every stranger who hurls invectives there's a stranger who reaches for your hand when things look scary, who wants to trust you in the moment. For every horrible, shocking and bloody death, there's a family who will stop at nothing, will trek to the ends of the earth and beyond it to the farthest planes to try and save you, small and insignificant as you are in the grand scheme of fate. For every horrible bastard with too many eyes, there's a girl who despite everything the world has taught her about pain and betrayal and loss, wants to believe you when you say you can go home. Have a happy life. Because there's a beautiful, chaotic balance to the universe, like you say all the time.
So, you know, he aims a clawed hand to scratch right down Lucien's if he can manage it. Fuck you. ]
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Also Molly is missing half of his horn still while Lucien is not.]
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Wicked is here and there's two Molly's? In front of her? ]
What in the fuck is going on? [ SHE JUST HAD SOME TRAUMATIC SHIT HAPPEN TO HER AND NOW THIS. Choosing to take her frustrations out, she chooses to rush over and swiftly kick the Molly who is fully horny! Get off her dad wtf??? ]
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get his ass lol ]
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Who are you? This is between me and this fake, so don't interfere.
[i have given up on sounding ic i'm sorry alli but pretend this sounds very lucien-like.
In any case, as he speaks, he seems to be summoning some of his magic, getting ready to strike back.]
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Can you shut the fuck up!? I'm tired of this bullshit! I wanna take a nap!
[ And then she shoots Lucien but it's a 2 I guess she's really sneepy. ]
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but then the bastard starts talking again and he can't exactly leave it like this. staggering up and fumbling for his sword again, holding it over the other self on the ground. ]
Seriously. Shut the fuck up.
[ oh my god its a (3) ]
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Too bad for Marie and Molly, who made it so far, only to die here as Lucien fires a spell at them both!
No, your boss fight was in Part 1. I know you want death, but no!!!!
The spell never makes it to them, as fire blasts from elsewhere, canceling it out. Two figures drop in front of Molly and Marie, speaking one after another but directed either to Lucien or the air.]
That's enough of that, I'd say. You've overstayed your welcome, and I'd like to go back with my friend now.
Seriously? I am not cut out for this kind of crap...
[Caleb and Damien are here—as themselves, not the monsterified versions Molly and Marie saw earlier. They both turn to look at Molly and Marie for a moment, before returning their attention to Lucien.
Caleb sends another blast of fire at him, while... Damien stands around looking pretty (?). He's a normie here, he can't do shit.
But with that, everything disappears into light.
> Molly
> Marie]