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[mywife]

Who: ZRAEL and u
Where: zrael dorm
When: Day 115, nightish to Day 116, whenever, whatever is most easy for us all in weird timelock zones.

[We won a game, huzzah! Night 115 is when Pharaoh is coming back to the unit with a pink sensitiv sweater wrapped around his waist because his clothes went missing.

But day 116, he's got clothes again, hooray. HOW ARE YOU ALL?]

Comments

[mywife]

[Wakes up at sunrise all the time so he's probably already awake.]

It is morning of a new day. How do you fare?

[rollplayinghouse]

[glances at him briefly, evaluating]

...I could be worse, I guess.

[mywife]

Do I need to destroy anyone for you?

[rollplayinghouse]

...I'm going to destroy her myself. I'm just deciding the best way.

[mywife]

Fair enough.

[rollplayinghouse]

[...]

Thank you, though.

And if you have any suggestions, I'll listen. Just killing her isn't an option, given the way things worked out after my live.

[mywife]

And in the end, nothing is permanent. You could cut off fingers, but she could simply buy new ones. You could drown her, but she'd simply come back. I suppose you could repeat it as some sort of torture, but I doubt a member of pep!pep would volunteer without hefty payment. Same for members of sensitiv.

I suppose there is using nightmare visions as a mental scar, but I would find that unsatisfying. I would rather fight them.

[rollplayinghouse]

...

I guess I could fight her.

[said as if this is just occurring to her]

[mywife]

Does she seem like she can fight?

[rollplayinghouse]

[...]

She punched me a few times, so she can at least try.

[mywife]

Ha, at the least you shall return the favor.

[rollplayinghouse]

At the very least.