Game 2 - Rose

[crittersheep]

[A rose 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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[finalbows]

....
I am positioned as Angel of Death, whether the divine would claim me as envoy or not.

_{[ anyone. everyone. he looked that crystal in the eye. he raised his hand. didn't he? hadn't he? ]}


I'm not kidding myself and answering anything but "anyone" to this, because that would be insulting both of our intelligence. I know well that which I am capable of.

[wooliefrand]

[A cry can be heard from the flower.

But nothing happens to Rose.]

[finalbows]

_{[ that's probably, fine, right? ]}

[catposting]

[ . . . ]

That's not good.

[ judging by how the flower cried to him earlier, then how they just got mauled, he's glad that he didn't give his own answer to this question. ]

[finalbows]

My fervent apologies for not having a more conservative answer to the question.

_{[ is that even a snarky answer. doesn't really seem like it. ]}

[catposting]

Not that, just —

[ frustrated sigh. he hadn't known at first either, so it's not like he can blame his teammate. ]

Just let Floyd answer the last question. All we need to do is agree.

[finalbows]

_{[ his voice is still rough from the noose. ]}

Fine by me.