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[acquest]

[ SO, WE RETURN TO CELESTE THIS AFTERNOON, VICTORIOUS. One of us is drunk and the other is escorting him, as has become increasingly common. Or stalking him, whatever. Details, details.

To the shared secret hall to our rooms ]

Comments

[acquest]

I appreciate the fucking paranoia, but why would you mind control a kid to do a dumbass thing like that?

[remarch]

Why would you threaten me with that bullshit when he could have just done it then? All he had to do was get me to shank a portrait. Why tell a lie that only takes two of us talking to work out? What's their strategy?

[acquest]

I repeat: brain damage! Clearly not paying attention, if they think they're the kind of fucks that can be threatened into backing down. We've got enough fucking enemies at this point that any one other team by themselves is small fry. I'm not going to bash my head against a wall so I can figure out what they're thinking, and further more that shit doesn't work on me!

[remarch]

Stupid crazy is the worst kind of crazy.

If they want to solo us, they've got a surprise coming- We should let Shell know. Just because we can't tell everyone and be believed doesn't mean we can't get it out, right?

[acquest]

They can spread that for us, and they're a lot more liked and believed. Mint's been keeping the bargain, so my returning the favor is owed to them fucking anyway. They should know about this shit.

[remarch]

That's on you, I'm not exactly mr. popularity.

[acquest]

Funny, wasn't me not having anyone one of your favorite taunts? Go inform to one of those bizarre bad taste Canaries, just for old-time's sake. You don't have much to fucking lose, even if they don't listen to you.