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@DONQUIXOT3, video
[ yes it has been some days. yes this is not the first time she's spoken to the network at large. this time, however, she is showing her face and standing quite proudly this morning in front of a parking lot. cars, empty of gas but otherwise whole, scatter the background. ]
Good morn, dear fellows! I have come to thee today to ask a favor, to grant thee an honor, and help this young knight with a missive most important to all!
[ a beat. she swings into frame an umbrella, popping open the apple printed "lance" with a laugh before closing it as she continues, easy-going like she isn't going to be talking about what she is.
unbeknownst to most, don quixote needs this. ]
Thou may have seen some days ago an anonymous message regarding murder. Well! I am here now, asking thee to assist me with something like it -- nay, the exact same! I would like to see for myself, and as proof of the effects for others, what happens when one dies.
I shall not fight thee, unless thou shall wish for it for I am most happy to oblige, and I shall take only one volunteer. Whomever has the daring, the will, and the capacity to kill, I ask that thee throw thy hand up and seek to claim my life! My dear friends need not apply, for I shall reject thee post-haste!
[ she is NOT letting a fellow sinner do it. not her coworkers. she's been fussed at and she's going to be fussed at again. she might let one of the other city-dwellers do it, given they're both fixers (or formerly) but not her coworkers, war vet be damned.
gregor couldn't do it the other time, after all. ]
However, allow me to lay bare the possibilities of what may happen to thee should thou take it upon thyself to do so.
There is a chance thou may forget that which is most precious to thee, that thou will forget the moment of my death itself, and face... certain difficulties in speaking about it. [ she doesn't know if kromer mentioned that, but it's something regardless. ] I may suffer the same. The goal of this is to learn if it is the victim who forgets, if it is the murderer who doth, or if both have it struck from their mind; the secondary goal, a more personal one, is to learn if both may suffer from the others I have mentioned.
... I understand it is difficult to think of killing another, but I can assure thee, such a thing comes up frequently in my work. We are ever prepared to do so, and to die just as well!
[ helps they don't stay dead but she's not. gonna. say that. it might be odd to wonder what effects who in this case, but. well. a lady keeps her secrets. ]
Any who wish to act as witness may attend as well, for we will have need of thee. I thank thee heartily for thy time and thy consideration on the matter.
[ a small bow, hand to her chest and umbrella tucked behind her, and that's that. ]
Good morn, dear fellows! I have come to thee today to ask a favor, to grant thee an honor, and help this young knight with a missive most important to all!
[ a beat. she swings into frame an umbrella, popping open the apple printed "lance" with a laugh before closing it as she continues, easy-going like she isn't going to be talking about what she is.
unbeknownst to most, don quixote needs this. ]
Thou may have seen some days ago an anonymous message regarding murder. Well! I am here now, asking thee to assist me with something like it -- nay, the exact same! I would like to see for myself, and as proof of the effects for others, what happens when one dies.
I shall not fight thee, unless thou shall wish for it for I am most happy to oblige, and I shall take only one volunteer. Whomever has the daring, the will, and the capacity to kill, I ask that thee throw thy hand up and seek to claim my life! My dear friends need not apply, for I shall reject thee post-haste!
[ she is NOT letting a fellow sinner do it. not her coworkers. she's been fussed at and she's going to be fussed at again. she might let one of the other city-dwellers do it, given they're both fixers (or formerly) but not her coworkers, war vet be damned.
gregor couldn't do it the other time, after all. ]
However, allow me to lay bare the possibilities of what may happen to thee should thou take it upon thyself to do so.
There is a chance thou may forget that which is most precious to thee, that thou will forget the moment of my death itself, and face... certain difficulties in speaking about it. [ she doesn't know if kromer mentioned that, but it's something regardless. ] I may suffer the same. The goal of this is to learn if it is the victim who forgets, if it is the murderer who doth, or if both have it struck from their mind; the secondary goal, a more personal one, is to learn if both may suffer from the others I have mentioned.
... I understand it is difficult to think of killing another, but I can assure thee, such a thing comes up frequently in my work. We are ever prepared to do so, and to die just as well!
[ helps they don't stay dead but she's not. gonna. say that. it might be odd to wonder what effects who in this case, but. well. a lady keeps her secrets. ]
Any who wish to act as witness may attend as well, for we will have need of thee. I thank thee heartily for thy time and thy consideration on the matter.
[ a small bow, hand to her chest and umbrella tucked behind her, and that's that. ]
no subject
at least he knows. his age seems older than she'd thought, but carries in the same sense as heathcliff -- appearances do be deceiving, her own included. ]
If thee wish to see, then I cannot stop it from happening. But I ask that thee do not interfere, and to ensure others keep their distance as well.
[ no word on if she's lost her mind though. ]
But art thou sure? It is a death that thee cannot prevent.
no subject
[He could shout and scream himself hoarse and it wouldn't make any difference. He knows from his own example that you can't talk someone out of something they've determined to do, no matter how much you hate it. But the idea of simply averting his eyes to it as though he won't be aware it's happening makes him feel vaguely nauseous.
Being one of the people who will be able to say for certain it happened feels better than nothing.]
Not about to get in your way. But I ain't gonna stop anyone who would, either.
[Honestly? He kind of hopes someone does, even though he knows she'd get it done somehow or another.]
What do you want done with your body after?
[Surely she cannot intend to just. leave it there.]
no subject
... here, though...
don quixote considers it, for once, that perhaps if she had merely explained to gebura or roland, or had pushed the logic more when she had had the chance to sinclair, or even to gregor... that it would've been an easier time. her body, her body. ]
... I am not sure what will happen to it when the day turns over, or when I have found myself in the train station. To see mine own body would be too far, even for me.
[ something that's just a little too strange, even for a city-dweller like her. she hums. rocks on her umbrella. considering. ]
Lay it to rest in the gardens, I think. I shall find comfort there. It will be out of the way, unseen by most, and whatever may happen will happen -- I do not wish to cause my compatriots further distress with being responsible for my corpse.
[ they've both buried too many people already, after all. don quixote isn't going to ask their opinion. she hadn't before, why would she now. ]
no subject
He has to ask himself, for one moment, if he's doing this for the right reasons. If he isn't just trying to ease a guilt that can never be erased. If there isn't some part of him that isn't desperate to replace the image of the crushed woman in her crushed house with rivulets of crimson running from it with something kinder, more peaceful.
Can he really handle this? How much more would he hate himself if he ran from it now? His breath shakes on the way out, but he tries to hold it steady all the same.]
I'll do it.