♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

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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Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

Maybe.

She climbs to her feet and tries to dart past you, because clearly the best idea she has is something that involves running around an old house, while on fire.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[NO, BLOCKING HER-- WITH HIS SWORD. DON'T. YOU. MOVE]

Stop!

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

She grabs the sword.

It doesn't melt or anything, thank goodness! Your sword is safe. But her hands aren't, and she's staring at him with furious white eyes as she does.

"M̀Ỳ̵ I͟Ń̡̧S̀Ṕ̧͜Í̡̛RA͢͜T̵I͏̡̕ƠN͠͞ ̕͘CA͏NNO̴Ţ ͝Ş̴T̀͢͡Ớ́P̡͏ ͠M̕͡E̴̛͠ ̀͏Y͢Ò̡U͟ ́́U͟S͡E̛͞Ļ͝Ę̶S̀͡S̸̀ ̀W͝O̸R̵̵̀T̡H̷̷L̸̵E̴̡͡S͜͡S̀ ̡T̡̛H̸I̷̶NG̷̢͞"

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[i. i can barely understand that-- but he wont move]

I'm not letting you attack the rest of the heart!

[it's kind of a... final warning]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

She almost laughs.

Suddenly the flames heighten, to dangerous heights, and her range is that much longer as she tries grabbing for you again at desperate, fast speeds.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[okay, well, stabbing her to defend himself]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The sword goes through her with relative ease. Her hands fall as the flames die out, leaving a charred body behind.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[oh... oh god, p...pulls his sword out and just... stares... What did I just do.

He looks sick for a moment but-- quickly poker faces]

Hail...?

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

She collapses to the floor. There's no blood gushing out of her. She doesn't even have fingers anymore; they're laying by your feet, probably in burnt pieces as well.

It's quiet.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[oh god, I. I just killed her.]

Is... she dead?

[to Nurse Echo]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The nurse walks up to the scene. She just looks down at her.

"Yes. Let's push her down the hole before anything happens."

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

What could happen...?

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

"She would come back. If anything, make it worse. She made it seem like she would have destroyed the rest of the heart slowly... Ah. That is my guess."

The nurse begins nudging the crispy corpse towards the trapdoor opening with her foot.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

But aren't you the one that revives people in this heart?

[no, d-don't nudge the crispy corpse. THIS DOES NOT ACTUALLY SOLVE OUR PROBLEM]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

She swiftly kicks the crispy corpse. It didn't need that hand. Down the hole the hand goes with a small splash.

"Yes, and this is the part I don't want revived. Let's be done with it."

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[he hesitates...]

Are you sure that's the best place to put her...?

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

"I am not burying her in the garden. Are you sure you know what you are talking about? You inspired it."

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

I-I wasn't saying putting her in the garden! I agree, that's not the best place... But pushing her out of sight and out of mind doesn't seem like it's going to solve the problem, either. Is there a better way to deal with her?

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

"...I could burn it in the fireplace."

She isn't even using proper pronouns for the corpse anymore. Nurse Echo can't care.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[khkjhwwqekh]

[he shakes his head and t... tries to pick up the corpse]

I'll take her down.

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

The nurse just shoots him a look.

She glances at the trapdoor.

Then back at him, and the corpse.

"Very well."

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[SORRY, YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT THIS TAKING CARE OF THINGS IN SOME RESPECTS, NURSE ECHO.

Anyway, descending down the trap door.]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

It's dark down there. There are whispers, but you remember those, don't you.

But the way down is a ladder, and it's not a practical ladder by any means. The steps are thin and very sharp.

Re: outside

[squirreledaway]

[gee i wonder why

it couldn't be because they're knives could it


but he's being careful]

Re: outside

[screwthatnoise]

Don't hold it against them, they're knives and they can't help it.

But yes, there are also the handles of the knives to help guide you down to this darker part of the heart. I'm sure the smell of the charred corpse AND the smell of that room will soothe you remarkably.