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curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
tellthestory) wrote in curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
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ready as we'll ever be
[The Balladeer is true to his word. So, before the dead's scheduled performance, still dressed in the outfit Salieri forced him to helped him choose, he takes his guitar and sneaks out to the garden one last time. He hasn't visited it yet today, and he always feels guilty when he doesn't manage. He told everyone he'd be here. Even if neither of them can hear each other, he intends to keep his promise.
So he's there to notice when the trees begin closing in. The Balladeer shoots to his feet. Oh, no. He knows this feeling.]
Everyone! Come out to the garden! Bring your stuff!
[He calls out aloud, but he can use that projection trick just as well as the Player - his voice is audible anywhere in the school.
When people arrive to join him, there will still be a path through the woods to lead them to the garden. He doesn't want to strain himself before the performance, but something as small as that shouldn't cause problems later. It's too important that everyone get out here - because when people arrive, they'll find that all of the living are visible. The Balladeer is watching them, but making no attempt to interact; he already knows how this is going to go. It isn't time for that yet. Still...]
It's the end.
[Have fun spectating the trial!]
So he's there to notice when the trees begin closing in. The Balladeer shoots to his feet. Oh, no. He knows this feeling.]
Everyone! Come out to the garden! Bring your stuff!
[He calls out aloud, but he can use that projection trick just as well as the Player - his voice is audible anywhere in the school.
When people arrive to join him, there will still be a path through the woods to lead them to the garden. He doesn't want to strain himself before the performance, but something as small as that shouldn't cause problems later. It's too important that everyone get out here - because when people arrive, they'll find that all of the living are visible. The Balladeer is watching them, but making no attempt to interact; he already knows how this is going to go. It isn't time for that yet. Still...]
It's the end.
[Have fun spectating the trial!]
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[Which, fair, Fluttershy is pretty great. And they had a Plan B, but. Well. It was a gamble.]
...I could say something about feeling like he'll just hurt others again in the future, but I don't really care about that.
I just despise the man. That's why.
[It's... that simple, really.]
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I can certainly agree that that is a factor, however...[he brushes his thumbs gently over Discord's knuckles as he keeps holding his hands]
...that's not it, is it. Not at the heart of it. ["Discord's going to try, try, try again--" He frowns, slightly, but it's more out of concern than anything]
...you are not the same. The two of you. But there's that one particular thing--what you said to the SQUIP, it was something about wanting to take someone so awful, so vile, and just hope that they can be used for good... [he trails off, lips pressing together slightly, and he's quiet for a moment]
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I worry that somehow, some of how you feel about yourself and your own actions and abilities is getting mixed up in that.
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[Just trying to hide behind that ego of his for a minute. As if it hasn't been dealt a lot of blows during all this.]
It's just... There are certain... similarities. I can't entirely ignore those.
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