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[guillotineroom]

[when you open your eyes, you find yourself in a pleasant greenhouse. the sweet scent of flowers surrounds you, and the sun shining through the glass ceiling invigorates you from within. there are stone benches on which you can sit, and if you're hungry, there's a garden table with some refreshing tea and scones available to you]

[the voice– the good voice– echoes in your head again]

YOUR DESIRES. . . CREATED THIS REALM. IT IS YOURS. . . IT IS NOT TYPHON'S! I CAN USE THOSE DESIRES TO GIVE YOU A SAFE PLACE. . . FROM WHICH TO FIGHT.

BUT I CANNOT DEFEAT HIM. . . ONLY YOU CAN. ONLY YOU– WITH YOUR OWN DESIRES!! YOU CAN. . . RESHAPE THIS WORLD. . . HOWEVER YOU'D LIKE!

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[bratsunemiku]

Ain't ever failed at anything in my life, y'know!

[ short as it was. also, a lie because jobs have definitely gone Sideways. ]

[dreamlord]

Never? That is quite a track record.

[You know, he isn't even going to question it. Why should he, in a game like this one? He wants to hear of her accomplishments instead.]

You must have had some very thrilling successes, then.

[bratsunemiku]

Yeah! I mean, I survived every fucking job up until the very last one, so I'd call that a good track record!

You wanna hear about some dope shit we did!?

[dreamlord]

[Oh, is it STORY TIME? Of course he does.]

Yes. Please tell me of your favorite instances of "dope shit".

im sorry im so lazy

[bratsunemiku]

'Kay, so one time...

[ insert Rebecca describing some crazy job they pulled, you saw the show, you know what's up!! ]

...And then everything went boom!

you are valid

[dreamlord]

[ ... ]

And the people inside the bar? Did they go "boom", too?

[bratsunemiku]

... It was a shitty-ass bar anyway!

[ and that's saying a lot, because shitty bars are her favorite. ]

[dreamlord]

[oh my god]

This city of yours continues to sound like a... chaotic place. I can understand better why you are the way that you are.

[Despite his wording, he means that as a compliment.]

[bratsunemiku]

Yeah? Maybe you should visit Night City sometime, choom! And I'll, like, float around behind ya like a spooky lil' ghost. Heh.