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week 4 | tuesday morning
[ very, very early tuesday morning (about 3-4am), rhys will come back down to the basement in search of miata. he wants to talk to her alone, without any of the other moles present and this might be his best bet to do it. when he enters the basement, he looks around for her and fidgets slightly as he does. ]
Miata? Could we talk for a minute?
Miata? Could we talk for a minute?
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[ Miata stands up, folding her arms and looking him straight in the eye ]
Tell me what you're planning, first.
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[ something to think about, at least, and he's still thinking about it when miata stands and --
oh no. oh gosh. rhys just gives a bit of a grimace and recoils back into his seat a little. can he lie to miata?
... no. he'd never lie to miata. he just told her he trusted her. everyone else he'll lie to, but he won't lie to her. he wants to be good. he wants to work with her and he wants to save everyone. he'd never lie to miata. ]
... I was talking to ... someone. [ seriously, who else could it be? ] And they want to take advantage of the accomplice rule. Like Morrigan did but better. But they don't know what I know about the game. He -- They. They think if we retire, that's it. An auto-win.
[ is that it, should he stop now...? no, it's all coming out. ]
I-I think I want to convince him. Them. They. Out of it? But I don't want him -- shit! I don't want him to die either! But there's no safety here, right? And, I don't know. Maybe if I take Leviathan's deal, that'll help? I can try and... protect him... them... I guess. But I want to know as much as I can first before I do anything.
[ king weenie has spoken!! there, that's all his plans, miata. it's like three in the fucking morning and he's been awake for too fucking long to have a spine. aaagghh. ]
I just don't want my friends to die, man. That's it. I don't want anyone to die!
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Miata's quiet for a good, long moment, redirecting her gaze at the ceiling. ]
You're talking about Break and Gilbert, right? Boss has been keeping an eye on them since day one, so yeah, I know about their little mass murder plan. Kinda stupid, but then, that's exactly what she wants, I guess.
[ ... ] She thinks it's funny, she thinks they're hilarious. I wouldn't be surprised if she went to Break herself and went 'hey, wanna not have Parallel Fantasy Universe Tuberculosis and have both your eyes again?' or something so they could keep doing crazy things.
[ She frowns ] So. If you want to try to talk them down, more power to you.
[ Miata swipes a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and stoops down next to the chalk circle on the floor. She pulls some papers from her pocket and, checking it, makes a few additions in the margins and spaces around it--including the greed symbol in the middle. ]
...last call, you sure about this? You're gonna have to be really fucking careful about what you say to her.
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he rather feel dumb than like a traitor though. so, rhys just nods uselessly at miata's question and listens to her explanation and. alright. he'll try to get break not to kill anyone. that'll be... super easy... sure. ]
Okay, no murdering. I can do that. Oh god.
[ but onto other things -- like greed mom! he's actually really nervous the more miata stresses how careful he has to be and his eyes widen slightly before nodding. no, this is something he wants to do. it's definitely something he has to do first. ]
It's alright, Miata. I'll be careful. I promise.
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[ A short little laugh, shaking her head.
She arranges her palms on the edges of the circle, closing her eyes, and concentrating. For a few moments there's nothing, but then a great flash of white light overwhelms the room. ]
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What's immediately noticeable is the huge amount of chains draping over her person. Shackles are affixed to her neck, waist, and all four of her limbs, bolted to various rusted weights resting on the floor. Red tattoos crawl up her face and arms, etched lines standing out against pale skin and eerie yellow eyes.
By typical logic, someone of her tiny, tiny frame shouldn't be able to move easily with the sheer amount of weight tying her down, but she does so easily. She even takes one of the chains attached to her arm, and begins swinging the weight around in a bored fashion. ]
Uhuhuhuhu, what do we have, here?
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oh, this was a mistake. this was a big, big mistake.
oh god. ]
Uh, hey. [ a short, awkward wave with the robot hand. ] Are you the greed demon?
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That's right, name's Mammon! [ said proudly ] Wassup, sissy boy?
[ This interaction will go greatly. ]
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Mammon, right. [ he knew that but he wasn't going to say it until she offered it, of course. ] Do you know about what's going?
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[ Whup. Whup. The weight swings dangerously close to Miata and Rhys, though misses them each time.
Miata puts her arm out to make Rhys step back a foot or two. ]
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I guess it is, huh? Sorry. I mean about the people here, like me. The people who aren't supposed to be here. Do you know about us?
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You and the other demons? Uh, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Wrath?
[ just to name them all! ]
... Would you not be here without us or something?