!vf05RX1JTQ 10/18/10(Mon)22:54 No.12495346|
Nice to have you.
Proud, but not to the point of stupidity.
Whoa there. Don't get me on more CIA watchlists than I am already.
>dagger trick; 60, 52
"Cygnis. What can you tell me about this?" you ask, approaching, knife held gingerly, "It seems very... culty. Creepy. I'm somewhat worried." Cygnis looks up from Arman, who seems to now be conscious due to her healing efforts. "It's pretty obviously some cult artifact, I think, but I'm not certain what it does."
"Give it to me, I'll deal with it." Cygnis replies, taking it from your hands. You watch with interest as she examines it, eyes starting to glow with a greenish light after a few seconds. She holds the dagger before her, point down, and begins to lower it towards Arman's chest. Arman stares blankly for a moment, then shouts and writhes, trying to get out of the way. Her polymorphed form is much stronger than he is, though. You make a fuss out of trying to help him, but your hands on her wrists are not pushing upwards all that hard. She drives it almost an inch into his chest, before her eyes snap open, and you, with Armans assistance, yank her hands upward. The cut in Arman's chest is narrow, and bleeding profusely. Cygnis stares at her handiwork in shock for a moment, before recovering, performing another healing invocation, changing the likely-fatal wound to a large, shallow gouge.
"O- Arman! What have I done? I'm so sorry! Please, the dagger-! I don't know what-" She begins in a flurry, speaking very rapidly, but not finishing a single sentence. Arman, for his part, is still trying to crawl backwards away from her, and shouting back. Scinnari, too, behind you, is making her voice heard, taunting Cygnis, you think. Or possibly Arman; either way, in the incoherent babble, you doubt anyone can understand anyone else.