[ outside, gideon grumbles. fine. she will play this game. it's a game, apparently.
when harrow glances back - there's static, again. gideon's outfit changes - back to that sleeveless, hooded thing. she's - she's looking at harrow. she's impaled on spikes - static, static -
and then she's back to the cowgirl clothes, grumbling and rolling her good shoulder back as she follows. ] Town square?
[she covers her mouth when she sees the spikes, but then after a moment - no, that isn't real, is it? she's just seeing things. she needs to cover up the moment so she...]
[ smooth, harrow. gideon looks at her, concern flashing across her face.
(you know that face, right, harrow? you know what that looks like. don't you know her as so much more than - as you're seeing her?
it's static, again, the whole world as static, and then immediately, back to reality. this is reality. right?)
she sighs and gestures with her other hand to lead the way, following harrow all the way to the saloon and drawing her own pistol with her good hand. she'd follow you anywhere. what a person to have as a rival. right?
a crowd has started to gather as they realize whats happening. an audience, to this duel. ]
[she can't think straight. this is a very bad time to be struggling with her sense of reality, but she keeps seeing something else, she keeps wanting something else to happen. Is this how it happens? She doesn't know. She tries to gather herself.]
she may be small, and not particularly athletic, but she makes up for it by having flawless technique. she's the faster on the draw, she knows that much.
[she won't, not like this. not when it's real. and the absence of anything in return just makes her furious, want to crumble, because there is one person and one person alone who has the right to destroy her and she won't.]
Alright, my grim reaper. My tedious little bone witch.
[ griddle, with her pet names, her insults.
gideon tilts her head back enough to look at you. the crowd, waiting on tenterhooks - waits. they wait, they wait, they wait. they're almost all leaning forward to see what happens next. ]
there's a flash of a second where her mouth curls up in a - smile? a smirk?
and then gideon pulls the trigger.
the bang cuts through the silence - blood splatters across harrowhark's face, across the scenery, across the crowd. they gasp, in horrified unison, and harrow's only a step away from double - no, from gideon, as her body hits the floor at harrow's feet with a heavy thud.
gideon nav is dead.
harrow starts to feel dizzy, and the world starts to fade at the edges, to black - she's going to pass out. there's just enough time for a reaction.
but she'll sink to her knees as she starts to get dizzy, as her world starts to fade out, dragging her bitten stubs of nails down her face, screaming despite herself, furious, gulping back tears.]
How dare you! Nav! Gideon! You can't do this to me again!
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[she'll put her guns back at her side, calmly walk outside the doors, turning at the last moment to glance behind her, make sure gideon is following.]
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when harrow glances back - there's static, again. gideon's outfit changes - back to that sleeveless, hooded thing. she's - she's looking at harrow. she's impaled on spikes - static, static -
and then she's back to the cowgirl clothes, grumbling and rolling her good shoulder back as she follows. ] Town square?
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[she covers her mouth when she sees the spikes, but then after a moment - no, that isn't real, is it? she's just seeing things. she needs to cover up the moment so she...]
No. Outside the saloon.
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(you know that face, right, harrow? you know what that looks like. don't you know her as so much more than - as you're seeing her?
it's static, again, the whole world as static, and then immediately, back to reality. this is reality. right?)
she sighs and gestures with her other hand to lead the way, following harrow all the way to the saloon and drawing her own pistol with her good hand. she'd follow you anywhere. what a person to have as a rival. right?
a crowd has started to gather as they realize whats happening. an audience, to this duel. ]
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Twenty paces.
[and she'll turn, count the paces, and walk.]
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[ gideon says back, grumbling. she doesn't say the "fucking" in the middle but harrow can probably hear it.
the crowd watches. gideon walks. seven, eight, nine, ten.
a tumbleweed crosses the space between them.
(this is gideon. griddle. who's gideon? who's griddle? how did you know that name?
weren't you in a hotel? where's - )
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
( - mollymauk, where's lup?)
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.
(isn't this always how it's been? isn't this your identity?)
eighteen, nineteen.
gideon raises her pistol above her head.
twenty.
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she may be small, and not particularly athletic, but she makes up for it by having flawless technique. she's the faster on the draw, she knows that much.
she turns, pistols drawn, and doesn't shoot.]
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gideon doesn't turn around. the crowd waits, with baited breath.
harrow can feel it. she should do it. she needs to do it. this is it. get her out of your turf. harrowhark. this is your chance.
gideon's shoulders twitch.
decision time. what will you do? ]
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[she says it with such venom.]
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[ gideon says. exasperated, maybe, but - maybe not. ]
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[she won't, not like this. not when it's real. and the absence of anything in return just makes her furious, want to crumble, because there is one person and one person alone who has the right to destroy her and she won't.]
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Alright, my grim reaper. My tedious little bone witch.
[ griddle, with her pet names, her insults.
gideon tilts her head back enough to look at you. the crowd, waiting on tenterhooks - waits. they wait, they wait, they wait. they're almost all leaning forward to see what happens next. ]
See you on the flip side.
[ she brings her arm down.
she puts the pistol to her own chin. ]
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[she snarls, furious, and runs for her.]
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there's a flash of a second where her mouth curls up in a - smile? a smirk?
and then gideon pulls the trigger.
the bang cuts through the silence - blood splatters across harrowhark's face, across the scenery, across the crowd. they gasp, in horrified unison, and harrow's only a step away from double - no, from gideon, as her body hits the floor at harrow's feet with a heavy thud.
gideon nav is dead.
harrow starts to feel dizzy, and the world starts to fade at the edges, to black - she's going to pass out. there's just enough time for a reaction.
they're watching. make it good. ]
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but she'll sink to her knees as she starts to get dizzy, as her world starts to fade out, dragging her bitten stubs of nails down her face, screaming despite herself, furious, gulping back tears.]
How dare you! Nav! Gideon! You can't do this to me again!