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TAKSHAKA
[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
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W-Why did you do that?!
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[ He wants to explain his thought processes in sophisticated detail, that there's no time to devise a plan to fight this Echo, that the Echoes have proven to be nigh-omnipotent in their own realms, but all that comes out is ]
I, I am my team's Servant.
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[ her hands are steadily getting covered with blood as she tries to tourniquet the wound, furiously blinking back as many tears as she can so she can see what she's doing. ]
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1/2??
did he really ask her to ]
2/3
he asked her to blowtorch his fucking arm ]
3/3
she looks at how much blood there is and bites her lip before picking it up in shaking hands and looking for the way to turn it on. ]
J-Just the wrist...?
[ she can do this. she can do this so he won't bleed to death. ]
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O-Okay.
[ Sparrow swipes the burning end of the blowtorch down over his bleeding wrist, just once. ]
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I-is that enough? It's not bleeding as much...
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[ she switches the blowtorch off and drops it to the floor before trying to clumsily tie her cape over the stump. ]
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and then she slaps him in the face. ]
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[ AS IF HE CAN EVEN FEEL THAT PAIN RIGHT NOW. It's his pride that's wounded. Why isn't she grateful that he spared her that potential pain?! ]
What...what was that for?
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[ she flings her arms around him with a sob. ]
W-We don't want you to get hurt!
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[ His head's kind of swimming so he can't really think too much about what she actually said. Only the fact that she's crying and hugging him. ]
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shame on you, Swan!! ]