@the-void-phantasmic language
(sob)
(sob)
(this is what happens when we're left unsupervised-)
(if it helps, about 40% of those five pages are just us yelling at each other in parentheses)
(Look I can yell at Liz in pms instead-)
(. . .)
(Ame, did you not think of that before now?)
(I’m stupid, ok-)
(I’m sorry-)
(she can yell at me wherever she wants)
(I'm sorry sweetheart- but like- I flick your forehead That's it.)
(. . . not when it cause 5 pages worth of dialogue options I could have just clicked through if it were anywhere else-)
(Now, how do I respond to all this?)
(Well if you are going to respond you may want to before we uh, decide to continue on again. No pressure, of course.)
(Apologies, but I can barely run my camera without overheating my phone. I'll figure it out tomorrow. I'm sore and tired.)
(Alright. No worries, and I hope you feel better tomorrow. Get some rest.)
Blaze listens from a decent distance as Daphne and Salmook are caught, already blurring into motion when Tseth beats her to the punch.
She freezes, then shakes her head.
I'll leave them be. They don't like me much anyways. . . and I guess I don't need them to. I will escape, even if it means slitting all of their throats in the middle of the night. she thinks, turning and walking towards the middle door, the one in between the weapons room and the room that seemed to be full of information about all of them, from how the staff member had reacted.
Tseth tilts his head at Salmook. “…Wonder what’s on them.” Information on us? On what they’re planning? That would be useful if it was.
He looks back at Blaze for a moment, watching her. Moving to the last door. He keeps an eye on her while glancing down at Daphne. He didn’t know how to help her, but he’d stay with her just in case.
The middle door seems to be the only one that was already locked. (Aka I’m lazy,)
Daphne goes to sit down on a chair nearby, fidgeting restlessly. At one point, she starts scratching at one of her arms, irritating the skin there a bit.
Tseth leans on the table with his arms propping him up. He looks over at Daphne and sighs the slightest bit. “You’re going to make yourself bleed if you keep doing that.”
Daphne glances up at Tseth and clenches her fists to keep herself from scratching her arm more. She looks a bit frustrated with herself. “Sorry.”
Blaze steps back from the door and sighs.
She turns to face Daphne and Tseth, considering them.
After a while, she speaks.
"Neither of you have any intention of going along with their plans, do you?" she inquires bluntly.
Tseth stares at Blaze, curious as to where this conversation might lead. “I do not. I’d like to find a way out of this place as soon as possible, and I’d rather find one before they start the whole charade of competitions.” It’s in the best interest to be open to her, and it wouldn’t hurt having her on our side. Though really, it would be more like ‘us being on her side.’
Daphne looks up at Blaze, but says nothing. She instead stares at her warily for a while. She looks down and speaks quietly after a long while. “…No, not really.” She completely agrees with Tseth, but she’s not sure they’ll be able to escape at all, let alone before the competitions.
(What race is Daphne, as a matter of fact? She isn't human, is she?)
(Nœp, She is not- Liz would have an easier time explaining tho 👀)
(That's actually all I needed to hear- though an explanation of the race would be helpful for future plans :)
(oh,, should I be scared)
(Not yet, no.)
Blaze nods, almost as if she had been paying half attention.
She refocuses on Daphne and Tseth.
"I'll need your guys' help with something. There are certain things I can't do, that I'm sure you two can. I'm only human, after all. Even if I am a candidate for a super soldier program, I can't hold a candle to people like you two," she smiles.
"Plus, there's the problem of my eyes," she adds.
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