[ before i pass out, there's a burst of stardust that peppers the area before yuri has a chance to respond, interrupting them rudely with a memory. (6:15 - 7:19) ]
Snow speaks first, "Our natures aren’t that warped. We’re twins: we know the joys of co-existence."
Despite their words you cannot find it in you to believe them. You know how easily the twins abandoned the towns they said they loved. You know they're just as fickle as any other wizard. If it doesn't align to their tastes, they'll throw it away.
White, "We wanted to teach other wizards the joy of living together too. That’s why we simply watched over them in silence, but............"
Snow, "Every last group fell apart. It could take as little as a few years; the more fortunate ones lasted for decades. It would have been a miracle for one to survive past a hundred years."
"Then my gang of bandits must’ve been a miracle. We lasted over four hundred years." They were yours.
White, "You’re exceptional. Even Central wizards, who are used to working in groups, have failed in establishing countries — and yet a Northern wizard like you pulled off quite the feat."
Despite yourself, you can't help the pride welling in your chest. Those were your bandits. "Well, yeah."
Snow gives you a haughty look, "Hmph. You wouldn't call that an organization. You were simply the magnet that held the sand together. Hence, it collapsed the moment you were gone. And returned to mere nameless sand." He hurls his insults so easily. Calling your own incompetent. You're bound to your promise, you have to serve the rest of your sentence or else you might fight them here, no matter how foolish that would be.
You're angry. Just where do the twins think they get off. Your eyes narrow and your voice lowers to a growl. "You were the ones who turned my underlings to stone."
[ he blinks at the burst of stardust — this would be terrible if he had allergies — and has little choice but to watch the memory play out in its entirety. ]
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w3, monday
yuri's looking through the hair products with a sense of curiosity. ]
You could literally redo everything about yourself here, couldn't you?
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[This fluffy bath towel is nice, though it's weird to not be in his usual coat.]
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Haha, you thinkin' of changin' anything?
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[He also isn't changing anything in here.
Catch him in endgame log looking like a hot woman though. he might do that again.]
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Thanks. I'm kinda fond of it at this point.
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You want me to go forgettin' this one too?
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No, this one is one of the ones that irks me less, I think. Remember it if you want.
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[He can respect that, even if it's much more flowery than he'd ever say.]
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Snow, White, Mithra, Owen, Vincent, Drummond and the sage are all sitting around a feast with you.
The atmosphere is already tense.
Snow speaks first, "Our natures aren’t that warped. We’re twins: we know the joys of co-existence."
Despite their words you cannot find it in you to believe them. You know how easily the twins abandoned the towns they said they loved. You know they're just as fickle as any other wizard. If it doesn't align to their tastes, they'll throw it away.
White, "We wanted to teach other wizards the joy of living together too. That’s why we simply watched over them in silence, but............"
Snow, "Every last group fell apart. It could take as little as a few years; the more fortunate ones lasted for decades. It would have been a miracle for one to survive past a hundred years."
"Then my gang of bandits must’ve been a miracle. We lasted over four hundred years." They were yours.
White, "You’re exceptional. Even Central wizards, who are used to working in groups, have failed in establishing countries — and yet a Northern wizard like you pulled off quite the feat."
Despite yourself, you can't help the pride welling in your chest. Those were your bandits. "Well, yeah."
Snow gives you a haughty look, "Hmph. You wouldn't call that an organization. You were simply the magnet that held the sand together. Hence, it collapsed the moment you were gone. And returned to mere nameless sand." He hurls his insults so easily. Calling your own incompetent. You're bound to your promise, you have to serve the rest of your sentence or else you might fight them here, no matter how foolish that would be.
You're angry. Just where do the twins think they get off. Your eyes narrow and your voice lowers to a growl. "You were the ones who turned my underlings to stone."
Snow's eyes glitter, "Ohoho, indeed!"
You're angrier than you've ever been.]
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…
Well, well, well. Don’t they seem charming.
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