screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Okay, Coping—I need your help in telling me where she is, and you, too, Janta.

[I AM GOING TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM ONCE AND FOR ALL, ejecting a ... kitchen knife ... from his sylladex and jumping ... in a way that's not in the direction where he presumably sent the person trying to kill him]

Coping cries out.

"Just get out of here!"

Can you take a foot to the chest, son? Because that's what you're gettin'.

No!

[oof, but okay he's going down because OW FUCKING HELL ALREADY INJURED 8(]

You can't see this fiend, but you're getting a knife straight to the chest.

GET OUT OF HERE COPING—

[FUCK MY LIFE, knife to the chest, but not without stabbing wildly at whatever is stabbing him with his butterknife. Does this mean that I'm dying. :(]