because it's another day after the loss of your soldiers when you find that that weird drowning sensation was... intuition. premonition, maybe.
you abruptly wake up to water. there's so much water everywhere, like you've been hit by a tsunami. you don't know where it came from or even what's going on because it's so sudden, like the area you're in was only just barely keeping an ocean barried off from your camp. you don't have any way to fight it, so much. your lungs fill up with water and you are thrown around wildly in the waves, upside down, disoriented. it doesn't take long to pass out from lack of air.
when you wake up next, you are alone. you are not exactly where you expected you'd be. and something isn't right. ]
[ you are in a place that sort of looks like this. you can remember the camp - you can remember everything that happened to you these past weeks. it feels like it was years ago, though. maybe a century.
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
mizu glares up at the large borisin, eyes filled with murder and barely resisting the urge to do something completely and utterly stupid. like, you know, trying tokill the shit out of this guy and getting killed in return before being able to do anything to stop the incoming disaster. but there's that little shift in stance. it's easy, especially for someone who likely has years of experience under his belt, that mizu really wants to fucking throttle him.]
A chance. How generous of you. [a scoff.] And what do you get out of this?
Intelligence. [ he says, easily. ] I'd just like you to confirm it. Besides. A foxian like you will always return to its master. I have nothing to worry about.
I see. [a slave... just assuming there will be someone watching, tbh. more out of curiosity than anything:] You'd take a foxian at his word?
[well. getting the heck out of here, even if something inevitably drags mizu back, does sound nice. so even though doing as asked feels humiliating... might as well go through with it.]
[ you are in a place that sort of looks like this. you can remember the camp - you can remember everything that happened to you these past weeks. it feels like it was years ago, though. maybe a century.
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
[ i want to unproblematically mention i think the borisin are kind of hot but like not in a way that i'm sexually attracted to them but like if i was a fictional furry they'd kind of be like michael b jordan
Well, what the fuck. Claude is, privately, extremely angry. Not at the borisin in front of him, but at his circumstances in general. The infection, the water, the fact that he's been taken captive like an idiot.
Take stock of the situation. What now? ]
Sure, I'm pretty curious to see, myself.
[ Are we chained up at all? Are there any other captives visible beyond the ghostly sensation of company? ]
[ HELP ME SPOON no that's fair. have you seen hoolay. that man is beef.
anyway - nope, he's unchained. there's a few captives in the corner of the area you're in, but they're also unrestrained. you don't recognize them. it really does seem like he can just leave if he wants.
but - he knows... the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
But also, wow. Way to be a boor. And I don't know if it's cannibalism since they're different races, but it still feels like it.
His head hurts. He knows that he needs to play the situation carefully, but how? Outnumbered, outmanned... I'm assuming that the port is easy enough to spot and navigate to? Are the only weapons around in the possession of the borisin?
Assuming they are, is there anything else that he could use to kick up a smoke screen perhaps? ]
[ technically they're related in genes like how monkeys and humans are i guess??? idk, they share ancestry, so i guess it could be cannibalism if you squint.
but yeah, for sure. it looks like there are a few guards out in the general area ahead of you, but they don't look very alert or tense, like you expected them to be. you could go straight to them, if you wanted. also, curiously, the borisin don't have traditional weapons. no swords or anything. but you know their claws and teeth can count.
that depends, what can he make a smokescreen out of? the area is kind of just like a seating area so there's not a whole lot available. the borisin is watching him impatiently, too. ]
Or, I could give you a show.
[ he growls out. the other captives nervously press against the wall. ]
[ Alright, buddy. Claude smiles thinly in response to the threat. He'd been looking for anything dust-like as a distraction or to toss into their eyes, but it's not worth it with the other captives' lives at stake. ]
Easy. I'm just getting my bearings.
[ Is the seating area inside? He'll make his way out then, toward the ports like instructed. ]
[ you are in a place that sort of looks like this. you can remember the camp - you can remember everything that happened to you these past weeks. it feels like it was years ago, though. maybe a century.
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
ah. well. it's disorienting - the gasp of air, the water, and then... suddenly, a different scene entirely. a whole other place. all the sight and sound memories hit at once - instinctively, he reaches up and sets a hand against his side, though the movement is very small.
held captive.
well, what else is new? he looks at the large borisin who stares at him, smoothing his expression in a moment. fingers curl in his clothes. you could die here, but so much worse - someone else, the entire xianzhou, could die if you don't handle this correctly. heavy pressure. but how different is that, from the paw of an oppressor?
taair takes a breath. one in. one out. we will stick together. if you can't trust your friends, then who can you trust? ]
By myself? [ softly. a good captive. well behaved. ] Very well. May I walk? [ hopefully he doesn't have to run because he can run away but like, not run halfway across the xianzhou ]
[ there's a very small, slight smile, and he dips his head. why does that feel so familiar? ]
I understand.
[ well. alright. one last glance at the borisin as he rises - subtle, looking him over, looking for weakness, looking for familiarities, for a moment of context. then, he closes his eyes, think of huohuo, of claude, richie, mizu. of the corpses on the battlefield, the people they couldn't save.
and then open them, and take a step forward, out into the xianzhou. how long is this walk? what do we see...? is there anything particularly advantageous? what about the feeling of being watched? does it continue to last long after the he rounds the corner? ]
as he walks, it's like things are starting to click in place. the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
your head hurts.
the walk isn't terribly long. the ports are down the street and around the corner. right now it doesn't seem like he's being watched! it just seems like perhaps this borisin let him go...
there are people around. he can ask questions about the ports being closed, if he'd like. or he can just go see for himself. ]
he cannot let this general kill a single innocent person. what if he uses someone here as an example, if he disobeys? to be used and eaten, what else is new? to be a marionette, a pawn, a puppet. your general should - your general? isn't she dead?
okay! well!!! this is fun. he takes in another deep breath as he makes his way down the street, gaze sweeping across the people. do any of them look familiar? are they wearing familiar uniforms? familiar clothing? what kind of people are there? foxians, others?
if there's someone along the traditional path towards the port - not too far, because the lack of eyes almost makes him more nervous, he will approach, hands folded in front of himself, but he takes his time. ]
[ you are in a place that sort of looks like this. you can remember the camp - you can remember everything that happened to you these past weeks. it feels like it was years ago, though. maybe a century.
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
[ it is very disorienting. the weight of the years are heavy on your shoulders, but you can't remember any of them. just the camps, and your fallen friends.
standing here, you can remember the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
your head hurts.
but richie goes! he does know. he knows the ports are down the street and around the corner, and he... really just seem to be able to go wherever he pleases? there are people around that he can ask questions about the ports, or he can just go check it out. or, like. he could just run? he could run away. nothing is stopping him. ]
[Son of a bitch. Can he get some damn advil at least?
Richie does hesitate as he moves. Glancing back. The general is dead. Or alive. No? No no, dead, dead he's certain of it, so why would he offer himself as...
Is this right?
He looks around. It's too open here. There are people but he has no idea who he could trust or where to go. Checking the ports is his only directive but the further he moves away from the general the more certain he is he'd rather tell him to eat shit. And if he dies for it, then...
Is he...didn't he already die? No. No, my god, his head.
He splits, finding somewhere shadowed. An alternate path. Is there a way out of the city that's not near the ports?]
[ nope, this is a city that is on a ship, in the middle of space. the only way out is through the ports - that's why you'd thought they'd be closed, so that the borisin couldn't escape. so that general f̷̨͖̀̈͜e̶̢̮͌́̕ḯ̶̡̖́̕x̶͓̉͝͝į̷̗̾͜a̷̗̖͝ǒ̴̳ could destroy them before they escape. but...
but there are guards. he could talk to them, if he wanted. he can hide in the shadows, too, if he wants, though people kind of look at him strangely as he does.
are there eyes on him? he can't be sure. maybe the borisin is so confident you will come back that he didn't bother? ]
[Okay. Well. He's already going down a different way than he ought to. The scenic route.
He should be making sure the ports are closed anyway, even if the general (the one we like) is doing rotisserie turns in Schrodinger's box. Fuck these guys.
He'll go to check out the ports but be sneaky about it. Not talking to anyone. What do his bespectacled eyes see?]
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THE FINAL DECISION
because it's another day after the loss of your soldiers when you find that that weird drowning sensation was... intuition. premonition, maybe.
you abruptly wake up to water. there's so much water everywhere, like you've been hit by a tsunami. you don't know where it came from or even what's going on because it's so sudden, like the area you're in was only just barely keeping an ocean barried off from your camp. you don't have any way to fight it, so much. your lungs fill up with water and you are thrown around wildly in the waves, upside down, disoriented. it doesn't take long to pass out from lack of air.
when you wake up next, you are alone. you are not exactly where you expected you'd be. and something isn't right. ]
MIZU
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
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mizu glares up at the large borisin, eyes filled with murder and barely resisting the urge to do something completely and utterly stupid. like, you know, trying tokill the shit out of this guy and getting killed in return before being able to do anything to stop the incoming disaster. but there's that little shift in stance. it's easy, especially for someone who likely has years of experience under his belt, that mizu really wants to fucking throttle him.]
A chance. How generous of you. [a scoff.] And what do you get out of this?
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the borisin huffs. ]
Intelligence. [ he says, easily. ] I'd just like you to confirm it. Besides. A foxian like you will always return to its master. I have nothing to worry about.
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I see. [a slave... just assuming there will be someone watching, tbh. more out of curiosity than anything:] You'd take a foxian at his word?
[well. getting the heck out of here, even if something inevitably drags mizu back, does sound nice. so even though doing as asked feels humiliating... might as well go through with it.]
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I wouldn't say that. But you'll realize your place in time.
[ does mizu leave? ]
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is there anything of note on the way out, though?]
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CLAUDE
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
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Well, what the fuck. Claude is, privately, extremely angry. Not at the borisin in front of him, but at his circumstances in general. The infection, the water, the fact that he's been taken captive like an idiot.
Take stock of the situation. What now? ]
Sure, I'm pretty curious to see, myself.
[ Are we chained up at all? Are there any other captives visible beyond the ghostly sensation of company? ]
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anyway - nope, he's unchained. there's a few captives in the corner of the area you're in, but they're also unrestrained. you don't recognize them. it really does seem like he can just leave if he wants.
but - he knows... the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
your head hurts. ]
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But also, wow. Way to be a boor. And I don't know if it's cannibalism since they're different races, but it still feels like it.
His head hurts. He knows that he needs to play the situation carefully, but how? Outnumbered, outmanned... I'm assuming that the port is easy enough to spot and navigate to? Are the only weapons around in the possession of the borisin?
Assuming they are, is there anything else that he could use to kick up a smoke screen perhaps? ]
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but yeah, for sure. it looks like there are a few guards out in the general area ahead of you, but they don't look very alert or tense, like you expected them to be. you could go straight to them, if you wanted. also, curiously, the borisin don't have traditional weapons. no swords or anything. but you know their claws and teeth can count.
that depends, what can he make a smokescreen out of? the area is kind of just like a seating area so there's not a whole lot available. the borisin is watching him impatiently, too. ]
Or, I could give you a show.
[ he growls out. the other captives nervously press against the wall. ]
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Easy. I'm just getting my bearings.
[ Is the seating area inside? He'll make his way out then, toward the ports like instructed. ]
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TAAIR
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
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ah. well. it's disorienting - the gasp of air, the water, and then... suddenly, a different scene entirely. a whole other place. all the sight and sound memories hit at once - instinctively, he reaches up and sets a hand against his side, though the movement is very small.
held captive.
well, what else is new? he looks at the large borisin who stares at him, smoothing his expression in a moment. fingers curl in his clothes. you could die here, but so much worse - someone else, the entire xianzhou, could die if you don't handle this correctly. heavy pressure. but how different is that, from the paw of an oppressor?
taair takes a breath. one in. one out. we will stick together. if you can't trust your friends, then who can you trust? ]
By myself? [ softly. a good captive. well behaved. ] Very well. May I walk? [ hopefully he doesn't have to run because he can run away but like, not run halfway across the xianzhou ]
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he folds his arms. ]
By yourself. You may walk. [ ... ] You'll come back. Foxians like you always return to their masters, no matter how far they run away.
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I understand.
[ well. alright. one last glance at the borisin as he rises - subtle, looking him over, looking for weakness, looking for familiarities, for a moment of context. then, he closes his eyes, think of huohuo, of claude, richie, mizu. of the corpses on the battlefield, the people they couldn't save.
and then open them, and take a step forward, out into the xianzhou. how long is this walk? what do we see...? is there anything particularly advantageous? what about the feeling of being watched? does it continue to last long after the he rounds the corner? ]
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as he walks, it's like things are starting to click in place. the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
your head hurts.
the walk isn't terribly long. the ports are down the street and around the corner. right now it doesn't seem like he's being watched! it just seems like perhaps this borisin let him go...
there are people around. he can ask questions about the ports being closed, if he'd like. or he can just go see for himself. ]
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he cannot let this general kill a single innocent person. what if he uses someone here as an example, if he disobeys? to be used and eaten, what else is new? to be a marionette, a pawn, a puppet. your general should - your general? isn't she dead?
okay! well!!! this is fun. he takes in another deep breath as he makes his way down the street, gaze sweeping across the people. do any of them look familiar? are they wearing familiar uniforms? familiar clothing? what kind of people are there? foxians, others?
if there's someone along the traditional path towards the port - not too far, because the lack of eyes almost makes him more nervous, he will approach, hands folded in front of himself, but he takes his time. ]
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RICHIE
and now, you are standing in a fenced off area, with plants and hedges around you. you can hear people going about their business outside, but... you know it probably isn't smart to call out to them. you just need to buy a little time. it's weird, because you are alone, and you know you are, but sometimes out of the corner of your eye you can see a little bit of action. transparent hands, or limbs, or sometimes another halo. like someone else is living this out with you.
you know that you are captured by someone. he is holding you as a hostage in a situation that is far, far too big to handle. it could mean the whole of the xianzhou is destroyed, if you don't stop him somehow. if you don't stop the borisin, what will happen?
and then, your thoughts are interrupted by a large borisin in heavy armor, who comes close, and stares you down. ]
You seem confident that the Cloud Knights will close the ports. I'm giving you a chance to see it for yourself.
Go to the ports, come back, and tell me what you saw.
[ ... he's letting you go? he's letting you go free? how do you react to this? ]
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Hostage? Hostage of who? When did that even happen?]
...You got it, hoss.
[You know what? Sure. This may as well happen.
Richie will just. Go, then? Fuck. Where is he headed does he even know?]
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standing here, you can remember the borisin himself is a mighty war general. he aims to crush the foxians under his heel, and subjugate them. use them as slaves, until they lose their usefulness, and then eat them. you know that he will not hesitate to kill random innocents to make a point. you know he is barely afraid of anything here at all. you figured your disappearance would mean that general feixiao would order the ports to be closed, but... no, wait. but isn't she dead?
your head hurts.
but richie goes! he does know. he knows the ports are down the street and around the corner, and he... really just seem to be able to go wherever he pleases? there are people around that he can ask questions about the ports, or he can just go check it out. or, like. he could just run? he could run away. nothing is stopping him. ]
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Richie does hesitate as he moves. Glancing back. The general is dead. Or alive. No? No no, dead, dead he's certain of it, so why would he offer himself as...
Is this right?
He looks around. It's too open here. There are people but he has no idea who he could trust or where to go. Checking the ports is his only directive but the further he moves away from the general the more certain he is he'd rather tell him to eat shit. And if he dies for it, then...
Is he...didn't he already die? No. No, my god, his head.
He splits, finding somewhere shadowed. An alternate path. Is there a way out of the city that's not near the ports?]
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but there are guards. he could talk to them, if he wanted. he can hide in the shadows, too, if he wants, though people kind of look at him strangely as he does.
are there eyes on him? he can't be sure. maybe the borisin is so confident you will come back that he didn't bother? ]
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He should be making sure the ports are closed anyway, even if the general (the one we like) is doing rotisserie turns in Schrodinger's box. Fuck these guys.
He'll go to check out the ports but be sneaky about it. Not talking to anyone. What do his bespectacled eyes see?]
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cw: a fucked up child doing fucked up things?
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