[for agni, there has never been a "why" that could please anyone, for any of his actions. though, perhaps his easy acceptance of this reality is why the others see him as a god without pride.
it's as he told peach. even if the people here condemn him for what he's about to do, it doesn't matter. he's not trying to be a hero.]
Hm... Well, lots of things, really.
[for just a moment, something sad flashes in his eyes, before with one hand, he abruptly swings his sword at her.]
[ She laughs because at least now, she can fight as herself and not as a monster that isn't quite her. She flips backwards to dodge him, her leg catching on his blade.. ]
Let's enjoy this, for these last few minutes.
[ She spins and kicks a leg in an arabaesque straight at his face. ]
i hate that because this is a death log, i have to pretend to actually be good at writing fight scenes. anyhow, fighting is a little awkward as his instinct is constantly to use his powers—which he doesn't have. so, all he can do is slash again.
not yet. give it—her—a bit more time.]
Maybe. You were pretty endearing when you were gushing about figurines!
[ Meltryllis' powers are integrated with her fighting style, so while she's used to moving at much greater speeds, the movements itself are as graceful as ever. I suck at writing fight scenes, too, so I just make vague descriptions like pretend some leg action happens here ANYWAY
You can display them, show them to the world, show how much you love them, collect any of them, and then crush any of them. They're the easiest things to give all your love to.
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She opens her mouth and then closes it. ]
... There are a few things I wish I could say but can't. [ She sighs. ] Is there anything more you want to ask me before we do this?
[ She can feel her time winding down. Why is it always time that's against her? ]
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it's as he told peach. even if the people here condemn him for what he's about to do, it doesn't matter. he's not trying to be a hero.]
Hm... Well, lots of things, really.
[for just a moment, something sad flashes in his eyes, before with one hand, he abruptly swings his sword at her.]
—But I probably shouldn't delay this any further.
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Let's enjoy this, for these last few minutes.
[ She spins and kicks a leg in an arabaesque straight at his face. ]
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[it's not as if agni doesn't enjoy fighting, at least. he jumps back to dodge the kick, before lunging forward again for another slash.]
—Hey, wait, the scuff marks on your legs...
[thinking about it now, are they what he thinks they are...]
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That may be answer enough, as she parries his slash with her other leg. ]
There are many things I want, Agni. [ They touched on it briefly. ] Could we have tolerated each other in different circumstances?
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i hate that because this is a death log, i have to pretend to actually be good at writing fight scenes. anyhow, fighting is a little awkward as his instinct is constantly to use his powers—which he doesn't have. so, all he can do is slash again.
not yet. give it—her—a bit more time.]
Maybe. You were pretty endearing when you were gushing about figurines!
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At that, she looks affronted. ]
It's not gushing! It's extolling their virtues!
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Heh! Sure sounds like the same thing to me!
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Because correcting Agni about dolls is more important obviously. ]
Listen, here! I could give a lecture about the beauty of figures with a long list of meticulous and well thought out facts.
[ They're opinions. ]
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Oh yeah? Let's hear those facts!
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[ rip melt's earlier dignity ]
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[??? do figurines even exist where he's from, who knows.]
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You can display them, show them to the world, show how much you love them, collect any of them, and then crush any of them. They're the easiest things to give all your love to.
[ Yeah, she definitely said crush. ]
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Crush them!?
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[ Welcome to Meltryllis' sadism hours. ]
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Uh, are you a sadist by any chance?
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It's how I show my love.
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... I guess we all have our tastes...
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[ As much as you can call those secrets. ]
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I dunno, I think my tastes are pretty normal. I just show affection with hugs and stuff?
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So do I?
[ She just goes beyond sometimes. It's fine. ]
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killed on comment 69 nice
i'm crying