[Claude finds himself in a void, empty of any scenery.
And in the center, sitting as her finger taps the ground (?) in annoyance, is Manwol. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Claude's memory. When she sees him, she looks... utterly exasperated, actually.
In Claude's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Manwol or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
[ That's not an unusual expression for Manwol, so Claude can't help the fond smile that flits across his features, relieved to see her, even if it's like this. ]
I guess I can forgive you, a little. You seem like you've gone through a lot for my sake, so I'll be gracious. But you're not allowed to make me wait again for any longer than this, understood?
... Well, as touching as this moment is—I think we both know there's something you need to do. [She does sound a little reluctant, though. Her hand-holding...] Don't hesitate. You know I don't need wishy-washiness in a man.
[Claude mcstabs her. Manwol looks torn between affectionate and exasperated at Claude's words and gestures, and so she settles for a hard pat against his cheek that could almost look like a slap from an outside perspective. Still, she offers him a smile. No blood comes this stab wound, as she instead disappears, fading away into the void.
Claude will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
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guestservices) wrote2022-06-26 04:17 pm
PART 2.................2!
And in the center, sitting as her finger taps the ground (?) in annoyance, is Manwol. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Claude's memory. When she sees him, she looks... utterly exasperated, actually.
In Claude's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Manwol or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
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I missed you.
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What took so you long? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?
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As far as wait times go, that's not the worst I've made you endure.
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She jabs a finger into his chest.]
A girl expects better than that, you know?
[She pauses.]
I guess I can forgive you, a little. You seem like you've gone through a lot for my sake, so I'll be gracious. But you're not allowed to make me wait again for any longer than this, understood?
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He just takes her hand and holds it. ]
Okay. No more waiting.
[ Wow... What if they kissed... ]
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You can kiss this Manwol, sure. I technically cannot stop you. She'll kiss back?]
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THAT SAID he wouldn't actually kiss her because he's not sure if she's going to turn into a monster and stab him
but he will stare gayly at her ]
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And then, finally:]
... Well, as touching as this moment is—I think we both know there's something you need to do. [She does sound a little reluctant, though. Her hand-holding...] Don't hesitate. You know I don't need wishy-washiness in a man.
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Still. ]
You'll be alright, right?
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I've managed for this long. You think something like this will take me out? You're not getting rid of me that easily.
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right. ]
You have a point, I'd be an idiot to doubt you.
[ And because he's just uncontrollably gay, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
Before mcstabbing her with the knife. ]
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Claude will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
It's almost over.]