Favorite lines from your own writing:
edited 11th Nov '12 9:43:09 AM by Iaculus
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Cassidy Cain: And look where that got you: beneath my boot. Fortunately, I’ll show you mercy in exchange for amends. You’ll relinquish Undine’s Tear, not pursuit me, publicly admit defeat, and sang my praise to your fullest extent. Narcissa Richmond: So you’ll just make me a pawn like Deus... Cassidy: I will make no secret that I am. What I'm at odds with is your attitude towards it. Being my pawn is not a wretched position. I recognize that pawns are the soul of chess. Narcissa: Huh? Cassidy: Pawns define the structure of the game. They run interference for other pieces, shape battlefield on which stronger pieces maneuver, defy expectations of those who underestimate their merits and, given the right hands, can be nurtured into something more. Fortunately for you, I've those hands. On my side, every piece matters. Even you, if you ally with me.
Fast forward to after figuring out final trick involving a fake macguffin.
Cassidy: I’ll take this anyway. Admit your treachery and donate the real Undine’s Tear to a museum. Also announce intentions to turn your attention to more positive endeavors, such as philanthropy. You’re renowned enough that you need not dread obscurity any longer nor persist being a provocateur. In fact, you’d improve your public image and astonish many on account of it being the very opposite of your present. If questioned why, attribute it to this event convincing you to mend ways. Or...you can refuse. And I will annihilate you. I've no kindness to squander on the unappreciative. In any case, the choice is yours. We profit together or I alone. Just know that I profit.
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edited 29th Nov '12 3:02:21 PM by Teraus
I watched with morbid curiosity as the wound in my arm opened up completely. It blossomed like an orchid, an angry fissure of scarlet revealing my most inner, private workings. Apparently, my magic had mucked up the job and made the injury worse. Fatal, even. Some part of me laughed. The rest of me collapsed onto the floor.
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