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Hey, Drift here.
Brevity is the soul of wit and getting us the hell out of here, so I'll try to keep this to the point.
I've managed to speak to Remi, and now that I'm awake, I've been putting together what we already know. This deal with the orb, this 'phyllie' went awry, and now Remi has been feeding it immense arcane energy to keep up his end of the bargain. We all got a pretty good idea by now of how that's going.
I offered a possible solution, and it involves getting past that Sphynx and finding his body. The idea of offering something on our end to counteract the curse has been thrown around, and while Remi wasn't convinced it would work, he has expressed a willingness to try.
If you've seen me around, you've likely seen the greatsword strapped to my back. It's an artifact from Cybertron that siphons energy from my spark- the very essence of my life. Arguably you could call it my soul, but I doubt we want to waste time on a philosophical debate. My point is that energy can be channeled and redirected.
We juice Phyillie with pure, living energy and cross our fingers.
If that doesn't work, now would be an excellent time to develop plans B and C.
And
Remi gave me a parting gift that will help.
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Brevity is the soul of wit and getting us the hell out of here, so I'll try to keep this to the point.
I've managed to speak to Remi, and now that I'm awake, I've been putting together what we already know. This deal with the orb, this 'phyllie' went awry, and now Remi has been feeding it immense arcane energy to keep up his end of the bargain. We all got a pretty good idea by now of how that's going.
I offered a possible solution, and it involves getting past that Sphynx and finding his body. The idea of offering something on our end to counteract the curse has been thrown around, and while Remi wasn't convinced it would work, he has expressed a willingness to try.
If you've seen me around, you've likely seen the greatsword strapped to my back. It's an artifact from Cybertron that siphons energy from my spark- the very essence of my life. Arguably you could call it my soul, but I doubt we want to waste time on a philosophical debate. My point is that energy can be channeled and redirected.
We juice Phyillie with pure, living energy and cross our fingers.
If that doesn't work, now would be an excellent time to develop plans B and C.
And
Remi gave me a parting gift that will help.
( ooc: please feel free to thread hop! )
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Ah.
You know halfway in I was expecting that to turn into a sonnet.
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Miss Starkov is an extraordinary person, she would be greatly missed, should her- spark, be swallowed up by the ravenous orb.
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you're so transparent it makes me ill
Text. un: Kirigan
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my life is not anyone's to control, so stop trying.
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This could kill you.
Why is this orb worth your life?
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why do you care so much, anyway? we apparently only know OF each other.
how courteous of you to be so concerned for someone who is a stranger to you.
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Should I only be concerned about people that I know personally? Intimately?
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[ only being concerned for people he knows intimately. she's certain the word choice is pointed, a jab she refuses to retreat from. ]
better to stick to what you're best at, don't you think?
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you must feel very lucky that you have plenty of time to improve on not being concerned
though in my personal opinion you're already an expert at it
can't improve on what's already perfect!
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There is another way.
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every time i've tried to tell you there's another way, you've never bothered to listen
you always do whatever you want no matter how i feel about it, without letting me have a voice
why should i listen to whatever idea you're going to propose?
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Stating that there might be another way, and having an actual plan for it, are different things. You never offered any alternative, you didn't even give me the courtesy of asking before-
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nice attempt. was it hard, trying something for the first time?
because you've always given me so much time to consider one.
you don't have any plan, either. looks like we're much the same, after all.
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I don't know, Alina. Was it? Hard. That first time.I'm not going to dignify that with an answer.
I would have given you time, but unfortunately you were nowhere to be found. Listening to rumors. Tell me, did you even hesitate?
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hang on the shock of it is going to make me faint
i'd tell you to just ask one of your little birds for the answer but they're not here
that must be disappointing
i hear they loved to sing gossip about me in your ear
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I was keeping you safe, and I almost failed in that. But you are willing to hold that against me, even after knowing what happened to Marie.
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you never claimed it but you certainly behave like an annoying know-it-all
and you needed my diary and letters for that, apparently
speaking of —
don't bother denying that, marie told me all about that
[ never mind that it's a lie. alina recklessly spins it, anyway, in some vain hope to entrap him in it. and — subconsciously — her own refusal to expose what genya had told her, unlike what the tailor had done to her. ]
it should have been me instead of marie anyway
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I needed information. We've had unfortunate incidence with family members and friends before, or did you think that the walls around the Little Palace was to keep the Grisha in.
[His anger doesn't translate to the written word, but inside the Darkling is seething.]
It would have doomed us all. If General Zlatan could claim victory over you, he would have sold the rest of us to Kerch and the Tsar would have helped him. Gladly. Marie knew the danger that she took upon herself, and her sacrifice should not be tainted by your careless disregard for it.
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in what world would i assume you know everything? sounds like wishful thinking on your part.
there is no universe in which i would think you have all the answers.
you stole my drawings. that isn't "information."
but at least you admit you're a snoop. it's good to know you never trusted me from the start.
i'll say it again
it should have been me
in fact i wish it was. how's that?
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You cannot possibly mean that.
oops cw for suicidal ideation
want to know a secret? you did exactly what she warned me you would do.
it looks like i was right to listen to her. she was the only honest person in that entire palace.
i mean every word of it. you just don't want to hear it.
i wish i was dead. i wish i was dead every single day.
at least it would be peaceful.
Switching to voice
[There's a moment of pause before the Darkling switches to voice. The tremor of it coming across the network too clearly.]
Alina, step away from the network.
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what she said you would do is lodged in my neck. your nice little necklace.
[ voice is a courtesy she doesn't repay, if only for the barrier it provides — and the way it barricades aureliah and rhys from having to hear any part of this. ]
no.
i'm so sick of you trying to tell me what to do.
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