battling | Suitedreams: Sylvain

Who's the girl?

[He looks over this gun carefully.]

Shouldn't have any reason to blow up on us. It's in normal workin' order.

Maya. She's amazing, could probably kick both our asses at the same time—with her eyes closed. You know her?

[ ... ]

Huh, you seem to know your stuff. Was this part of your line of work, back home? Or uh, something you picked up along the way here?

[He immediately looks so confused, because the only Maya he knows is the purple Phoenix Write one.] Don't think we've met.

'Course I do. I collect guns back home.

[ that... explains it! sylvain nods. ]

...So. You think this gun might be the key to getting outta here?

[ his expression wanes a little. quietly, ]

We're supposed to provide our hosts with 'entertainment', right...

[There's a dawning understanding and he just kind of chuckles to himself.]

Ever played this before?

[He spins the chamber, holds it to his temple, and click. 3. The bullet is still in the gun.]

—Wait!

[ he reaches out to grab his arm, keep him from firing, but bradley's already pulled the trigger by the time sylvain reaches him. ]

Shit.

[ he hasn't played this game before, but he's starting to catch on quickly. he's relieved the gun didn't go off on the other man, but... how relieved can he really be about this. ]

...So this bullet is meant for only one of us.

[He does not seem that stressed out about it, but considering that's a live gun, he really should.]

Been a while since I did somethin' like this. Since... My birthday? Just about.

[ why is his icon so genki ]

You did this on your birthday? What kinda celebration is that?

[ sylvain looks at him like he's trying to figure out if he's alluding to a previous murder game, or is just flat out crazy.

...anyway. ]

...Lemme guess, it's my turn next?

[ he holds out his hand to take the gun ]

[ It was a good birthday present! His taste is deeply questionable! North wizards tenuous grasp on danger. ]

Whoever got shot skipped the next mission.

[ He hands the gun over. ]

...I'm not even gonna ask.

[ he takes the gun, gives the revolver a spin, and taps the barrel to his temple. but he hesitates far more than bradley does, expression screwing up with concentration. and a number of other unsavory emotions.

eventually, he pulls the trigger. another empty click follows. ]

Actually, I am gonna ask. What kinda mission is worse than having a hole in your skull?

[ he passes the gun back. ]

[ He takes it back and looks minorly disgruntled. Russian Roulette is a perfectly fine way to spend some time with his fellow Northerners.

It gets spun. ]

One of 'em stuck me in lava.

[0/10 not recommended.

He puts the gun against his head. Click.

Nothing this round.

He passes the gun back.]

[ ......right...... ]

...Okay fair.

[ ?????? lava sucks, tho, he'll agree to that. though he still looks a little unsettled as he takes the gun again. ]

You think one of these doors might have lava in 'em?

[ click ]