That's the one. And it started with a few demons hanging around too, which is unusual. I didn't recognize the others, but one was the Vengeance Demon, the one Ceo summoned the first time Clover tangled with him.
Temporarily, I lost the ability to keep my tendons attached to my bones. But if they were going to take it as some kind of rabbit's foot they would be getting more than an earful from me!
Yeah, that ritual involved them gambling with my toes in place of chips. See, I'm not just empty talk about putting old sins aside for some proper intel gathering.
Accidental torture can happen! You don't have to be a hobbyist to end up in that situation. Sometimes you can be forced into a kill-or-be-killed situation. Sometimes societal obligations require you to show up for a coworker's tone deaf child's recital and you have forty minutes to reconsider your life's choices.
Humans do a lot of hand wringing over the motivations on why they hurt each other. As I see it, as long as we're aligned in wanting to figure out why we've been trapped here and nobody makes it personal, then bygones.
They didn't win, if that's what you're asking. Bad luck for them getting a tiny sacrifice like me! But they also didn't completely lose, since most of them survived the ritual without dying.
[ for the rare purposes of propriety, he will not say who ate shit. Clover can discuss that amongst themselves. ]
Interrogation is the only way you'll get answers 'round here. Might as well start practicing with your flockmates first! They'll only be mildly annoying about their secrets...
Hmm, I appreciate that, Greenie. Death is one thing! But having my professional expertise not taken for granted is a worth a lot.
Heh, I would go under my own power, but since you have to keep hold of me to navigate the mist, it's easier for me to ride one of you than the other way around.
And I do have a healthy survival instinct. I just also know that death here isn't the same as being purged. Unpleasant but also impermanent...
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[ snickers. he can't resist. ]
A little on the nose.
Let me guess: you lost a foot?
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Wait, did Clover...?
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Uh, I'm not into torture.
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[ not quite meeting Warden's eyes tho ]
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...although apologies are nice. When sincere.
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Mm. Looks like you guys have it handled.
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Did you get a full heal, at least?
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Was it some kind of who-can-be-the-most-sadistic competition?
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How'd Clover do? Gambling with toes doesn't seem...
[ rubs the back of his neck, clearly not wanting to be rude ]
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[ for the rare purposes of propriety, he will not say who ate shit. Clover can discuss that amongst themselves. ]
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Interrogate 'em more later, got it.
For what it's worth, I'm glad you didn't die. And thank you for helping us.
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Hmm, I appreciate that, Greenie. Death is one thing! But having my professional expertise not taken for granted is a worth a lot.
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[ a beat. ]
Even if you did walk—ride—headfirst into the wolf's den with us.
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And I do have a healthy survival instinct. I just also know that death here isn't the same as being purged. Unpleasant but also impermanent...
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Could we even ride you if we wanted to?
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[ and also he's not really a long distance runner jackalope, cushy indoor jobs take a toll on even the most cryptid of creatures ]
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Bet a ritual could do it.
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