Game 2 - Daffodil

[crittersheep]

[A daffodil shaped crystal rises from the ground. You instinctively know to touch it for Death's Eye to receive your answer.

You are bound to your flock by a thin thread, making it impossible to separate, but you may still answer individually.]

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QUESTION 1

[crittersheep]

WHO IS DESERVING OF DEATH?

Who deserves to die? The weak and elderly? The young, too pure for this wretched world? A murderer, or his victim, a cruel being? There are many evils in this world, and many who do not deserve its suffering.

Who deserves to die in your eyes?

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[secondbornsun]

No one. Or, ya could say everyone—death's the great equalizer 'n whatnot. Don't matter who ya are, it comes for ya eventually.

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[wooliefrand]

[He can feel the Eye staring at him.

All of Daffodil will suddenly see loved ones or acquaintances--if they have memory loss, then those they have gotten close to in the pasture--and they all smile at them warmly, a look of serenity and gratitude.

Just as all their throats are slit from by an unseen force. Very real blood pools at your feet.

But nothing else happens.]

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[rugpull]

GRAN

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[secondbornsun]

Biscuit.

[ voice low, commanding ]

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[rugpull]

[hes absolutely crying

but hes not moving at least]

Y-yeh.

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[secondbornsun]

[ briefly, starts to reach out—

then stops, almost like a flinch

but he finishes the motion, reaching out to him and pulling him close ]

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[rugpull]

[...face in tids

for solace not pleasure today]

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[secondbornsun]

[ let the tids heal ]

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[rugpull]

Fuck alla this.

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[secondbornsun]

[ acknowledging, agreeing sort of noise ]

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[misfittoys]

[ There is a look of cold murderous rage before Brulee summons his hydro daggers and tries to stab the eye. ]

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[secondbornsun]

[ magic wind to yank brulee back ]

Stop.

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[misfittoys]

[ Yanked back.

RUDE.

But he turns back to Tart and doesn't make another attempt. Yet. ]

Don't get in my way, Housewarden.

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[secondbornsun]

It wasn't fuckin' real, idiot. 'n touchin' that's a one way ticket t'Death.

But fine, you wanna die, go ahead.

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[misfittoys]

All of this is a one way ticket to Death. Sometimes it takes an individual or a team in some grand gesture. Otherwise, it whittles and tears at our bodies and minds. Until what? It breaks our spirit? We become afraid of it? It knows all of our secrets and soft spots?

You want to wait until it chooses when you're going to die?

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[secondbornsun]

Sure, philosophically, there's only one way forward, we get closer t'death every second, yadda yadda yadda.

[ with a roll of his eyes ]

I'll die when I'm good 'n ready. Not 'cause some trick'a the light spooked me into jumpin' off a cliff.

1/2

[misfittoys]

Will you now? I'm not sure if I am as patient. Especially when such a glorious fight awaits me at the precipice of this life and the next. And something worth getting rid of.

[misfittoys]

[ His face screws up in obvious disappointment.

SCREW YOU HOUSEWARDEN FOR BEING REASONABLE AND MAKING SENSE when Brulee wants to commit a murder. Life is so unfair... ]

But I suppose that can also wait until I'm "good and ready".

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[rugpull]

Don't die too....

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[misfittoys]

Don't worry, Biscuit.

I just want to have a little chat with the puppeteers.

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[rugpull]

[wiping tears from his face]

My guy is that possible....

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[misfittoys]

We won't know until we try.

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[rugpull]

Yer so determined...

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[misfittoys]

What? You want us to wait for them to carve away at us until there aren't any pieces left?

[ Points dramatically at Tart's wounded leg and Biscuit's wounded chest and Sugar's arm while he says this. ]