Xix: Why do our outfits magically change when we come to the Duat?
Amneris: Huh, never thought about that before
Xix: . . . YOU’VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR OVER FIVE THOUSAND YEARS
I honestly have no idea what even sparked the conversation so it never really had context in the first place
A golem pulling blades from its back, acting as its golemancer’s shield, as two shadow knights stepped from the golemancer’s shadow, shielding them with their skeletal bodies as their mounts shielded them in turn from the slashing attacks of a Poltergeist
The spinning slashes protected it from damage for the most part until a few bullets broke through its defence and continued to rock its world. I let the dragon breathe as the barrels spun, allowing smoke and brimestone to billow.
I understand you’re excited about Dov and Freyja, and you can fool around with them as much as you want. Enjoy. Please remember, sweetheart, if anything happens to you then for your father and I, it’s over; the world ends ~ an enraged, relieved, and happy Polanski berating a clumsy Krista
C calls her friend after checking out the basement because the house is so darn cold and she feels like she’s made a mistake moving to the middle of nowhere.
I decided Dov should tell Karen’s mercenaries and Freyja about what Freyja is (a hybrid clone), and why they are now living among Karen’s mercenaries. A symbol of Dov’s profound trust and respect for his hosts, and of Dov keeping his promise to never lie to or withhold secrets from Freyja. Karen’s mercenaries attempt to console the confused and anxious Freyja by admitting everyone at Karen’s dining table is a fellow genetic freak except, perhaps, for Dov.
A draft for how that conversation might end
By the looks of him, Dov’s the only normal one here ~ Wolff I’m far from normal ~ Dov Why? ~ Wolff I heal very quickly, I haven’t lost any power or combat proficiency since I left the Commandos, and even as a kid I was stronger and tougher than anyone around me ~ Dov Boring. What else, Mister Commando? ~ Hannah He’s got a horse co–! ~ Krista We’re eating, Krista ~ Polanski How does my teenage daughter know about that, Master Dov? ~ Wolff I found his diary collection, a few photos of Dov’s high school ballet dances, oh-and a affectionately sighed and beautifully illustrated intimacy textbook, authored by one of our bashful stallion’s old school sweethearts ~ Krista This morning, I ordered several First Edition hardback copies for our library ~ Karen Dibs! ~ Every mercenary seated at Karen’s dinner table
Beset by monsters and in a moment of great peril, the authoritarian, that-breastplate-could-be-shinier, overprotective father figure of the party finally decided to trust the demon prisoner they’ve been transporting and removed his shackles. The demon slays the monsters, quips “I suppose you have a heart after all,” then rips the man’s heart out and eats it. “Lucky me.”