Takshaka
[You enter a room made entirely of thick glass and patterned porcelain. Fluffy pillows and beanbags are scattered across the floor, providing plenty of comfortable places to sit, but they probably don't make up for what's on the ceiling (spears of jagged glass, steaming kettles of some boiling liquid), or the view through the floor (a long, long drop down into a pit, wherein weapons glint, sharp and business-ends pointed up towards you).
A round table stands in the middle of the room. Upon it stands six vases, each one the color of one team, and a scattering of gems in three different colors: obsidian, sapphire, and crystals.]
A round table stands in the middle of the room. Upon it stands six vases, each one the color of one team, and a scattering of gems in three different colors: obsidian, sapphire, and crystals.]

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What are you planning?
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[surprisingly not blushing or stammering or anything! This is serious, after all.]
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Not so much those memories, but--
[the one where he got stabbed in the heart? Yyyyyeah.]
What are you getting at, Nightingale?
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Why don't you go make sure the Echo won't give out anything like that?
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Shut up and go make a big indignant scene at the damn Echo so I can talk to Raven.
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You're probably an idiot, but very well, I'll go see what I can do.
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