[well, it's glowing! her whole chest is, actually. a slow in and out of a running, thudding, iron engine sits hot in her chest. and it's getting hotter.]
[ uh oh. she thinks she knows what this is. she tries to adjust to this new feeling, this engine, but she thinks she should try to find someone, anyone, but especially karlach.
she doesn't know how this applies to karlach exactly, so she is going to leave the mortuary, if it's empty, and go back outside. ]
right now, they do, though. right now, there's something telling her that she wants to hurt someone. it's dark, and there's a blonde man in a white cloak, standing by the pyre, holding a sword in his hands. or... it's a pale, white-haired man, red eyes and fangs.
[ robin tries to resist this urge for violence. once was more than enough. whether it's rondo... or whether it's astarion... why should it happen again? ]
No.
[ she takes steps backwards, trying to move away from the pyre. ]
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she puts a hand to her heart and looks down. is there anything different? ]
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she doesn't know how this applies to karlach exactly, so she is going to leave the mortuary, if it's empty, and go back outside. ]
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it's night. the pyre is burning fiercely in the middle of town. the ache of the engine gets worse as she walks out, but.
there's also a more familiar sensation. something waking up, in the back of her mind.]
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she walks towards the pyre and tries to ignore that sensation in her mind. ]
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right now, they do, though. right now, there's something telling her that she wants to hurt someone. it's dark, and there's a blonde man in a white cloak, standing by the pyre, holding a sword in his hands. or... it's a pale, white-haired man, red eyes and fangs.
just for a second. like a trick of the light.]
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No.
[ she takes steps backwards, trying to move away from the pyre. ]