meltryllis.

[oathic]

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[sadiskick]

[ She opens her mouth, as if to answer, and a flash of irritation crosses her face. She's tired of not being able to say anything.

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?

[oathic]

[... so that's a yes, then.

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!

[sadiskick]

[ 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

At that, she looks affronted. ]

It's not gushing! It's extolling their virtues!

[oathic]

[then presumably there is a lot of slashing & leg action because he's not going to kill this moment just yet by doing the mean thing.]

Heh! Sure sounds like the same thing to me!

[sadiskick]

[ more action sequence that we both don't want to write goes here

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. ]

[oathic]

[melt knows what she's about?]

Oh yeah? Let's hear those facts!

[sadiskick]

First of all, aren't they easy to love? They're adorable, and you can hold them however you please!

[ rip melt's earlier dignity ]

[oathic]

Do you usually hold them in different ways?

[??? do figurines even exist where he's from, who knows.]

[sadiskick]

[ in this log jan is kubera word of god ]

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. ]

[oathic]

[alarm??]

Crush them!?

[sadiskick]

Crush, absorb, shrink— Abusing them to my heart's content is simply sublime!

[ Welcome to Meltryllis' sadism hours. ]

[oathic]

[well, this is a lot.]

Uh, are you a sadist by any chance?

[sadiskick]

[ Does he regret not shooting her in the eye right away yet? ]

It's how I show my love.

[oathic]

[maybe a small part of him.]

... I guess we all have our tastes...

[sadiskick]

And what are yours? I'm letting all my secrets out. It's fair you do the same.

[ As much as you can call those secrets. ]

[oathic]

Well, for starters, they don't involve crushing anything.

[sadiskick]

[ She gestures for him to go on while they are.... ostensibly still fighting. ]

[oathic]

[definitely still fighting. it's fine.]

I dunno, I think my tastes are pretty normal. I just show affection with hugs and stuff?

[sadiskick]

[ Meltryllis frowns. ]

So do I?

[ She just goes beyond sometimes. It's fine. ]

[oathic]

I get the feeling your hugs involve breaking bones?

[sadiskick]

I just trample a little.

[ You know, with her legs. She's not ashamed. ]

[oathic]

I don't think that's considered normal tastes.

[sadiskick]

When are gods normal?

[oathic]

... You know what, fair enough.

[this is right about when, as they're locked in a parry, he takes out his gun—where was he hiding that?—and aims for her eye.

nothing personal.]

[sadiskick]

[ Wow. That is highly personal.

It's not something Meltryllis expects, and even with her dulled sense of pain, she screams. She clutches at her eye with her clumsy hands. ]

How dare you—

[ And that's when the clock begins chiming it's midnight. ]