screwthatnoise

"..."

Nurse Echo takes a cautious step back. You can have your space, boy.

[yes, good.

He's keeping an eye on you, in between examining that corpse's hands again]

It's ok, she's carefully backing up towards her desk. Nothing shady about that.

In the corpse's hand is a single, small flower that's bloomed a brilliant blue.

[grabbing that flower and putting it in his inventory quick, his hand on his sword now in case the nurse gets any ideas]

Get away from your desk. Now.

Her voice is cold and demanding, and she IS reaching behind her to grab something from it.

"Whatever you pulled from that corpse... I want you to put it back."

[well. you leave me no choice-- hitting her viciously in the head with the back of his sword.

Not to kill, but to knock her out]

—welp, she drops to the ground with a thud. A little syringe rolls out from her grasp.

[opening the desk. How many of those does she have?]

None in the desk! But you do find a lot of papers. And a knife.

[taking the knife, and the papers. I'll examine those later-- going to go take the cloth off of dead echo's face. How did you die?]

But when you pick up her knife, you hear a masculine voice ring through your head.

'If he doesn't take the offer, let me do the job. I can make it an easy kill—'

It ends like that. When you hold the knife, it's feels... oddly reassuring, in a questionable way.

Anyway, the dead girl's listless, half-lidded eyes stare at the ceiling blankly. Judging from the large amount of dark blood on the side of her head, it's safe to say someone most likely bludgeoned her to death.

[he frowns... and goes back to the desk, this time grabbing the syringe.

Time to test it out on the dead girl.

... w... while reading the papers.]

This syringe seems to have no effect on a corpse.

The papers are oddly written.

This feeling is produced while in pain.

This feeling is produced while suffering.

This feeling is produced before you die.

This feeling is produced when a loved one dies.

There are blank spaces before and after each line. But that is literally how each page looks, like they're copies.

[so I see.

Filing those for now. Guess... I will wait for nurse echo to come to.]

When she does, she instinctively reaches for the syringe—the one you already picked up. She cautiously holds her head, and looks up at you, slowly making to climb to her feet.

"You..."

—but with a sense of urgency, as if she realized there was somewhere she needed to be, she climbs to her feet that much more quickly.

Revive her.

[so, you see. You're now staring down the end of his sword.]

She stares at the sword flatly when she's gathered herself.

"Why?"

Because you don't belong here, and she does. So you're going to do your damn job.

Or I'm going to make you wish you had.

"..."

She studies him coldly.

"A death of a part of this heart is nothing odd. Did you know something died the last time people were here? I didn't revive it. Everything improved... until it got worse. Now."

"Besides, she will do this heart some good. You... or your other half, would know."

Revive her.

[he looks at her, a cold smirk on his face. It's extremely reminiscent of Zwei atm]

I've had to listen to your bullshit for long enough about how like Zwei I am. So, you'll revive her or I'll make you wish you had.

Clearly, you don't fear death-- so I wouldn't kill you. But I could rip you apart slowly, let you bleed out, and break every bone in your body... and I have enough gels in reserve that I could do this for hours, bringing you to the brink of death and never stepping over.

That sounds fun.

Watching him...

"Do you need medication? I have something that will soothe you. Because hurting me over such an unhelpful person will do nothing to revive it. Why do you care?"

Because if she's unhelpful, you're scraping the bottom of the barrel. You couldn't

[pressing his sword against her throat]

So, do you want to test me on how much I care about hurting you?

"Don't. She needs me more than she needed that pathetic excuse. She never helped with coping as she should have after the last guests. You were here..."

She pauses, swallowing a little hard there.

"She focused on her dreams. Hopes, the future. And every plant she touched died."

[he presses into her neck a little more, wordless.

You're giving excuses. He doesn't care...]

Nurse Echo reluctantly looks away, curling her hands into fists.

"Why do you want me to revive her? Why do you care? Answer me that and I... will oblige."

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