@DONQUIXOT3, video

[icanfixer]

[ 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. ]

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[icanfixer]

[ she's quiet, kicking at the ground with a heel and rolling it in her thoughts. not this time. she's promised a duel. sinclair's voice is strong and certain in her ear, and her foot aches from the pavement. ]

... I have promised a duel to the death with someone else already, [ she starts, but there's a note of gratefulness in her voice as she continues ] so I cannot take thee up on it this time -- this time.

[ this time. but next time whatever it is she needs done, he will be asked. not spoken to about it, but asked to consider and carry it out. ]

I would like to see thee before then though, if it not too much for this knight to ask.

[ she isn't scared. death has never scared her -- the living are far worse, living itself and the people who inhabit the state. but death is certain, unmistakable, and inevitable. and through a fight -- she cannot think of a better way to go.

it would be nice to have one of her coworkers nearby, though. it'll follow up with some coordinates for her parking lot location. ]

[halbird]

I—

[ the only thing dying in their duel would have been this idea, or sinclair himself because he'd rather it be him than her. but he doesn't say that — not when don gives him that tone of gratitude, not when she finally tells him where. it deflates him, a little bit.

emil is silent for a moment, as he takes in the location and moves there quickly. what to do when he's there... whether seeing her in person will make him snap (it will), whether it'll do anything (it won't).

whatever the case, he's staying. she asked. rule 5, rule 5. ]

—You could even ask for the last gummy bear.

[ haha.

it's only something light. a funny way to say it's not too much, even if they disagree. a way to deal with the complicated deluge of things inside of him. until he figures everything out, until he can see her. ]

I'm coming. Until I'm there... wait for me.

[ the hint of urgency probably betrays the panic he's seemingly come to terms with, but it's fine. it's fine, we're all fine! ]

[icanfixer]

I would not dream of being anywhere else.

[ not with a fight ever-closer at hand, resting her head back against the warming metal. it sucks to wait actually. but wait she will, the weight easing somewhat. only somewhat. ]

There are far more people than I had thought who would oppose me in this endeavor, Young Sinclair! I was surprised; the one to whom I spoke implied it wouldn't be hard to find someone to fight, and yet it was. I should like our City to be the same, someday, as much as I would miss moving my body so.

[ an impossible dream, but she does quite like the impossible.

she's only trying to fill the air until his arrival. ]