[ He shoots the host and for whatever reason it does... more than it should. The bullet pierces her chest and she doubles over clutching at the injury, screaming in pain as blood covers her hands. Pretty fucked up!
Chase also thinks this was fucked up! He opens fire on you one last time, but you are still immune to bullets. Point blank to the head and they just bruise, and they cut, and blood starts to pour from relatively shallow abrasions on your scalp.
Before you can do much about that one way or the other, your surroundings flip like a switch again. Chase is gone. The crowd of cruise-goers is back, teenage girls bustling around to go sit in the open theater seats, though nothing is playing on the projectors. None of them pay you any mind despite the blood dripping down your face.
The only one who seems to acknowledge you is The Idol who just goes: ]
[ not paying attention to you guys so don't mind laurence, keep arguing, he's just reaching for the spot iris was just in right as he disappears. there he go... ]
[ he gives ali a look that basically says just stating facts, a little out of it after the long day they've had. day? weeks? he's not sure, based on the time shenanigans they've apparently experienced.
when he notices laurence, he reaches over to touch his shoulder. ]
[Looks down at himself. Look at all of that blood!]
My son shot me up. Or, well, I guess he's not my son in this world.
[He actually is feeling really awful about it and will have an emotional crash some time in the future when the adrenaline wears off. He got hit in the insecurities hard.]
[ shoot him, laurence. he's already been riddled with bullets. it's only his nearly 40K HP that has him standing. ]
It's alright, Laurence. I think we're coming to a close, now. Though... I can't help but wonder if we might find where our missing friends have gone...
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That's ridiculous. I would know if that much time was passing.
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I didn't notice it until someone on the outside came after us because we were gone for so long on their end. I bet it would be the same for you too.
[Carefully aiming at her head...I will probably biff the roll but he's taking his time aiming.]
Trust me, you'll thank me later.
[And he shoots at the host again.]
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Chase also thinks this was fucked up! He opens fire on you one last time, but you are still immune to bullets. Point blank to the head and they just bruise, and they cut, and blood starts to pour from relatively shallow abrasions on your scalp.
Before you can do much about that one way or the other, your surroundings flip like a switch again. Chase is gone. The crowd of cruise-goers is back, teenage girls bustling around to go sit in the open theater seats, though nothing is playing on the projectors. None of them pay you any mind despite the blood dripping down your face.
The only one who seems to acknowledge you is The Idol who just goes: ]
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...
[Contemplates shooting the Idol.]
Did you do this?
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I did my show, I'm ready to go home now. I'll take Yuuka's lecturing or whatever. I'll go back into the self-reflection room...
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Also my son has gone missing and I need to collect him before we leave.
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How are we getting back? You guys got a helicopter?
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[He did get shot up. Twice.]
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W-well of course I'm not like this! But normally I can change form!
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[ hi. there's an older dragon here, frowning as he lowers his gun and curls the fingers of his apparently free hand in the air at his shoulder. ]
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You didn't have to tell them that!
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when he notices laurence, he reaches over to touch his shoulder. ]
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You'll see him again someday.
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I know tha-- what happened to you?!
[ fucking HELLO ]
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My son shot me up. Or, well, I guess he's not my son in this world.
[He actually is feeling really awful about it and will have an emotional crash some time in the future when the adrenaline wears off. He got hit in the insecurities hard.]
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when he realizes it's not a threat, he lowers it slowly. ]
...I'm sorry.
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It's alright, Laurence. I think we're coming to a close, now. Though... I can't help but wonder if we might find where our missing friends have gone...
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...I'm still a little worried about Chrono. I haven't seen him again.
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Where's Proust? I need to check on him.
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