they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
[ and so he falls into a pile of shoes. he's more surprised than hurt, tossing the cape aside in time to see sylvain eat shit.
a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
[there's a bunch of barking behind them, but it's muted as soon as they're out of the room and the door is shut. the dog(?) doesn't seem to chase after them, and if they look behind them as they're running they'll see that it has started to turn to go back to its place in the closet.
back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]
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—Sylvain, are you armed?
[ just curious. ]
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[ UM... he will grab the dick knife from the bag while he's here. he really, really doesn't like this. ]
You know this is a bad idea, right? We should probably get going?
[ and yet, like a true faerghus idiot, he will stay to defend his baby king ]
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is. is dimitri going to keep standing there, just wondering?]
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Then start heading towards the exit.
[ meanwhile, dimitri does have a normal not-dick knife, so he's drawing that and backing away as he keeps his eye on... whatever this is. ]
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[ he'll start to move carefully towards the door, dick-knife in hand... ]
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okay.
they start to both back off, but it's apparently a little too late because there's suddenly a loud, booming bark. it's a series of barks, actually. something whizzes past dimitri and knocks him right into a pile of shoes on the floor, some of which he may notice are different sizes. a purple cape suddenly drops over his head, but he is otherwise unharmed.
meanwhile, in the main part of the room, sylvain is suddenly ambushed by a gold-colored greyhound. its red eyes glint almost eerily in the blue light, noting the knife in sylvain's hand as it snarls and barks again, flashing razor-sharp teeth. it runs quickly, tackling him to the ground.
sylvain will soon realize this is not a dog. this is a statue. this is a living, solid-gold statue of a greyhound that bites at his hand to retrieve the knife. he gets to keep his hand, but he may be nicked from the teeth.
the dog bounds back, knife in its teeth as it growls and approaches menacingly.
would you like to consider leaving now?]
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a... dog? ]
Sylvain!
[ he does care about getting sylvain out of here, so he quickly hoists him up to his feet and basically tosses him towards the door, running after him. ]
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sylvain yelps in surprise, though it turns into a wheeze as he's knocked over by the statue. he immediately surrenders the knife, wincing as his hand gets nicked by solid-gold teeth.
he then finds himself yanked upright and yeeted at the door, and he stumbles out into the hallway ungracefully... ]
—gh!
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back out in the hall with the door closed, the key suddenly turns into stardust and disappears...good job, boys. you could have died but did not.]