[Montage looks very grave as well, though outwardly calm except for a slight tremor in her hands. One would think this would be easier for her, coming from a culture that practices human sacrifice, and to some extent it is; she accepts the reality of the situation. But this choice, this immediacy is almost too much to bear.
Nobody should have to suffer through this, but especially not a child, especially not one as innocent and fragile seeming as Flare. She needs to take control of this situation, for his sake. And she knows already what decision must be made.]
[His head snapped up when she spoke. Almost looking confused before the words registered.]
Montage-
[What does he even want to say? One part thinks he should volunteer. He should volunteer because he's a superhero and that's what heroes do, right? He certainly doesn't want to watch Montage die, but the thought of it....the thought of maybe failing, of dying]
[His body shakes and he can't bear to look at her.]
[He's afraid, terrified, he doesn't have that bravery he remembers. That's why it was so weird, because he's not brave or self sacrificing and even for someone he wants to protect, he can't-he can't-]
[He wraps his arms around himself and when he speaks, it's quiet, painful, but he can't get himself to argue.]
[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of shelves on the wall shift, peel off the paper and lash out — a number of books fly off the shelves and surround the doomed sacrifice. The books, which have pages as weighty as steel, start pressing down on their victim’s extremities. They crush fingers or toes, then hands and feet, more and more of them working their way up the unfortunate victim’s limbs until all that’s left is a torso and a head. It’s an excruciatingly slow process, culminating in the other books fluttering off to be replaced by a final, person-sized one oh-so-slowly pressing their chest and head until they finally expire in a manner befitting a pressed flower.
Not to worry, though! Even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off nothing will happen to them. They’re very monogamous books, and only crush on one person at a time--even if their persistence is irresistible.]
If I do not die, both of us die, Flare. I will not allow that.
I shall see you soon. It will not be long.
[Of course, she does not know that. She's lying. It could be hours. Days. Or she may not ever be revived at all. Or she may go into the pods, like people always seem to do so suddenly.]
[That will have to be enough. She hopes it is enough. Unfortunately, she forgot to tell him to cover his ears, because he'll still be able to hear everything.
She draws the sword. She's scared of course, but surprisingly, she mostly just feels an intense concern for Flare. He should not be here. It's enough to make her eyes sting with tears, and her throat go dry.
She takes a deep breath, and steadies her hands. She's never had to do anything like this. Drawing blood for devotion to the gods, sure, but that's a small amount. And any time she's killed in battle, it had been quick and chaotic. She'll need to get a major blood vessel if she wants it to be quick.
She raises her blade, and drags it roughly across her neck. There's a wet sound, and a wet gasp. She collapses, dropping the sword.]
[Yeah, it might have been good to tell him that because he doesn't even think about it until he hears the wet noise.]
[He doesn't look up, barely, but he doesn't. He doesn't look, but in the end, he doesn't need to. Unfortunately he's very good at visualization, and he can imagine what's there. What happened.]
[He stands there even as he hears the thud, shaking, and the tears are falling. He tried to keep them back, for his own mental hang ups, and because even he can see she didn't want him to suffer, didn't want to make it worse, but how could it be with this...this...]
[He eventually collapses to his knees, crying silently because he knows there's going to be end game, and if he starts really crying, he won't stop.]
[No.]
[He has to bury it.]
[Bury it all away.]
[Because he's a coward who couldn't even help his teammate.]
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Date: 2015-09-18 07:42 am (UTC)[Flare was staring at the wall, eyes dazed and unfocused, breathing quick and shallow.]
[People were going to die, people are going to die, they had to decide who'd die if they lost.]
[Oh god]
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Date: 2015-09-18 07:56 pm (UTC)Nobody should have to suffer through this, but especially not a child, especially not one as innocent and fragile seeming as Flare. She needs to take control of this situation, for his sake. And she knows already what decision must be made.]
Flare. I must be the sacrifice.
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Date: 2015-09-18 09:37 pm (UTC)Montage-
[What does he even want to say? One part thinks he should volunteer. He should volunteer because he's a superhero and that's what heroes do, right? He certainly doesn't want to watch Montage die, but the thought of it....the thought of maybe failing, of dying]
[His body shakes and he can't bear to look at her.]
[He's afraid, terrified, he doesn't have that bravery he remembers. That's why it was so weird, because he's not brave or self sacrificing and even for someone he wants to protect, he can't-he can't-]
[He wraps his arms around himself and when he speaks, it's quiet, painful, but he can't get himself to argue.]
Okay.
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Date: 2015-09-18 09:43 pm (UTC)She bends down a bit, and hugs him tightly.]
It will be okay. I've been through situations like this before.
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Date: 2015-09-18 09:47 pm (UTC)Is there anyone to avoid people dying?
[Because he's not seeing any loopholes.]
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-18 10:03 pm (UTC)....
Are we...going to do that?
[It's his first game, he doesn't know what she can take. He doesn't know what HE can take.]
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Yeah. Yeah, I...I guess so.
[One hand moves to grip the edge of her shirt.]
So it...has to be good to win, right?
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:18 pm (UTC)I suspect that is so. Perhaps my clothing and jewelry. Or perhaps I will go further, and give of my own body.
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:21 pm (UTC)...is it possible to get the stuff back, eventually?
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-18 10:31 pm (UTC)At least...physical things.
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Date: 2015-09-18 10:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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From:DECISION
Date: 2015-09-19 01:23 am (UTC)Montage's offering is her jewelry, ranked 3.
Flare's offering is his first six memories, ranked 10.]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-19 05:13 am (UTC)[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of shelves on the wall shift, peel off the paper and lash out — a number of books fly off the shelves and surround the doomed sacrifice. The books, which have pages as weighty as steel, start pressing down on their victim’s extremities. They crush fingers or toes, then hands and feet, more and more of them working their way up the unfortunate victim’s limbs until all that’s left is a torso and a head. It’s an excruciatingly slow process, culminating in the other books fluttering off to be replaced by a final, person-sized one oh-so-slowly pressing their chest and head until they finally expire in a manner befitting a pressed flower.
Not to worry, though! Even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off nothing will happen to them. They’re very monogamous books, and only crush on one person at a time--even if their persistence is irresistible.]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-19 01:52 pm (UTC)[What]
No!
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-19 06:42 pm (UTC)[She puts her hand on the hilt of her sword, about to draw it.]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-20 01:17 am (UTC)[Sorry Montage, he's....he's not gonna take this well.]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-20 01:52 am (UTC)This is the best way.
Now, you need to turn away.
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Date: 2015-09-20 01:53 am (UTC)Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-20 01:57 am (UTC)I shall see you soon. It will not be long.
[Of course, she does not know that. She's lying. It could be hours. Days. Or she may not ever be revived at all. Or she may go into the pods, like people always seem to do so suddenly.]
Please, do not watch.
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-20 02:01 am (UTC)I...I....
[He closes his eyes, body shaking, head bowed. He can't...he can't get himself to turn away, but he can't look, and he's useless useless usseless-]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-20 02:20 am (UTC)She draws the sword. She's scared of course, but surprisingly, she mostly just feels an intense concern for Flare. He should not be here. It's enough to make her eyes sting with tears, and her throat go dry.
She takes a deep breath, and steadies her hands. She's never had to do anything like this. Drawing blood for devotion to the gods, sure, but that's a small amount. And any time she's killed in battle, it had been quick and chaotic. She'll need to get a major blood vessel if she wants it to be quick.
She raises her blade, and drags it roughly across her neck. There's a wet sound, and a wet gasp. She collapses, dropping the sword.]
Re: DECISION
Date: 2015-09-21 12:58 am (UTC)[He doesn't look up, barely, but he doesn't. He doesn't look, but in the end, he doesn't need to. Unfortunately he's very good at visualization, and he can imagine what's there. What happened.]
[He stands there even as he hears the thud, shaking, and the tears are falling. He tried to keep them back, for his own mental hang ups, and because even he can see she didn't want him to suffer, didn't want to make it worse, but how could it be with this...this...]
[He eventually collapses to his knees, crying silently because he knows there's going to be end game, and if he starts really crying, he won't stop.]
[No.]
[He has to bury it.]
[Bury it all away.]
[Because he's a coward who couldn't even help his teammate.]