YOU'RE AN ENEMY WHO I'M KEEN TO DEFEND

❝ I’ve been practicing with it since I was a kid. ❞

❝ And don’t set up camp or make a fire. We’ll take a look and then get out of here before anything else goes wrong. ❞

❝ What is this mess about? Looks like a full-scale battle happened, and recently. ❞

❝ Assume I’m looking out for myself and you’ll figure it out. ❞

❝ I’m where I want to be. ❞

❝ I robbed well-protected merchants for at least one man’s lifetime. ❞

❝ It looks like you’re in charge right now, so do me a favor and don’t get _____ killed. ❞

❝ You could join us. ❞

❝ Whose back will you have if things go wrong? ❞

❝ Don’t poke the anthill. He seems no happier to be here than you. ❞

❝ Spend a few more days with the boy, old friend. You’ll be looking for a tall cliff to hop off, too. ❞

❝ The gods… they won’t listen. ❞

❝ We are all gods! The gods above, and above them! ❞

❝ I didn’t make her do anything! It was her idea. ❞

❝ Down here I’m a glorified bodyguard. You might have a point. Just another reason to get back to _____. ❞

❝ Hah… humans. I guess if I only lived as long as a yox fart I might be desperate to make something of myself, too. ❞

❝ Every year it’s the human settlements that give me trouble. ❞

❝ You already missed the massacre. ❞

❝ I have a habit of recording history. I thought we might talk about your visit. ❞

❝ Oh, a tax collector. Fine company. ❞

❝ Almost gutted in your first encounter and ready for more? ❞

❝ Can we speak? As equals? ❞

❝ Don’t assume only you can fight. Do you understand me?“ ❞

❝ Don’t look down on me again. Don’t you dare. ❞

❝ That doesn’t mean I care what happens to you. ❞

❝ Why the tough act, kid? ❞

❝ Then stop acting like I’m a thorn in your side. ❞

❝ We’ll both be kings some day. ❞

❝ Can I ask one more favor? ❞

❝ Now I have to make sure there are no rotting bodies or pools of entrails still in the great hall before they come by. ❞

❝ The king’s whelp. ❞

❝ What he’s trying to say is the prince is a delight to behold.* ❞

❝ Still bleeding tributes from the poor and stupid, old yox? At what age do you lose a sense of shame? ❞

❝ Anyone I should keep an eye on? ❞

❝ I’d ask how you’re dealing with _____’s death but I already know the answer. ❞

❝ I don’t like being the one to send others to their deaths. I like worrying about myself, and that’s the extent of it. ❞

❝ I’ll worry about the warriors. You worry about not doing something stupid. ❞

❝ I think they’re mostly just afraid of her. ❞

❝ How did _____ die? ❞

❝ It’s the kind of thing that’d get stuck in your head, and you need a clear one. ❞

❝ Just happens sometimes. No big moment. ❞

❝ Any more rope and I’d hang myself. ❞

❝ I’m not interested in command, it’s all yours. ❞

❝ You think we’re walking into a death trap? ❞

❝ Hah, you relic. The gods have been dead a long time. ❞

❝ If it’s the end, I’m ready. ❞

❝ They respect you for your ability to swing an axe. They need to respect you for your actions. ❞

❝ I heard you were a terror in your day. ❞

❝ The fewer words you say the more I’m concerned. ❞

❝ Don’t take the whole burden on yourself, that will not make you more of a champion. That will not buy the others respect. Doing the right thing will. ❞

❝ I know it wasn’t my fault. It was my duty. ❞

❝ Think there’s another war coming our way? ❞

❝ Shut your mouth, or I’ll smash your face in. ❞

❝ Having your blood on my hands would be worse than doing nothing. ❞

❝ I’d rather you stop acting like the one in charge of me! What kind of alliance is this? ❞

❝ Paint me the villain! What do I care? ❞

❝ We’re not watchmen for the world. Watch your tone. ❞

❝ I am the reasonable one! You want to wait until there’s no chance of escape? I won’t! ❞

❝ If you’ve still got any sense we’ll get out now before they bury the rest of us. ❞

❝ I’m leaving! Freeze to death in this tomb if you like. ❞

❝ That’s the worth of my opinion, isn’t it? You had already decided what you were going to do. Any opportunity to insult me. ❞

❝ What difference does it make? We’re all going to die here. ❞

❝ Temper your pride. It won’t be worth a damn in the grave. ❞

❝ That man of yours seemed unreliable at best. ❞

❝ Gods, there’s no joy in politics. ❞

❝ Is it? Or is it because I’m the next in line? These lines are getting muddy. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me not to. ❞

❝ I am a witch. So be careful. ❞

❝ You, protect me? ❞

❝ Get out of my face. ❞

❝ Make a mistake and you’ll get your head caved in. Nobody’ll lose sleep over it. ❞

❝ You left a pile of gold at the bottom of a hill. What are the chances it’ll still be there months from now? The only reason we aren’t each carrying a share is because you don’t trust us. ❞

❝ Give me silence. ❞

❝ When was the last time you slept? ❞

❝ Lie? Tell them everything’s going to be alright? Gods, I don’t know. ❞

❝ Pretend you know what you’re doing. That’s what the rest of us do.” ❞

❝ Probably shouldn’t be looking to me for advice. ❞

❝ Think of how I feel. I’m stuck nursing a bunch of weaklings. ❞

❝ Humans are absurd. Furious when you’re not in control, terrified when you are. ❞

❝ Half the world just tilling soil till they keel over. What kind of life is that? ❞

❝ I like women. They like me. They like the scar. ❞

❝ Oh, they’ve noticed, have they? We’re on the edge of dying daily and you want me to take it easy? ❞

❝ Truthfully? Always thought you were a bit of an ass. ❞

❝ We’re lucky. You could go your whole life with no goals, no purpose, nothing to fight against but boredom and hunger. ❞

❝ You come running every time you hear yelling? Must be why you look so tired. ❞

❝ Don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t want to be known for handling my feelings. ❞

❝ Have you always been this talkative? ❞

❝ If I feel nothing about my husband dying people think I’m strong. If I cry because my insides feel like they’re on fire I’m weak. ❞

❝ I get it. They won’t follow a woman. ❞

❝ I’m not sure if that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard or the sweetest. ❞

❝ Sometimes when a loved one dies, people say it doesn’t sink in for a while. It sunk in for me right away. ❞

❝ People tell me I’m a “strong woman”. ❞

❝ I think they would follow you. ❞

❝ Maybe this is what it means to be a strong woman. ❞

❝ That’s not being strong, that’s just… being. ❞

❝ What happens when someone thinks they can take advantage of us? ❞

❝ A man will look at you right through his helmet and lie. ❞

❝ You’re the right person for this job. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. ❞

❝ Don’t trust a man, just because they have faces and use their mouths. ❞

❝ Look, I hear what they say behind my back. ❞

❝ Are you mad at me? ❞

❝ Deciding what happens to other people… I’m glad I’m not you. I wouldn’t know what to do. ❞

❝ I don’t want to kill a person. Please. ❞

❝ I didn’t want blood on my hands. ❞

❝ All I’m saying, is don’t ask her to change who she is. ❞

❝ Oh, you know my secret plan? To win _____’s trust so that I can finally put an axe in everyone’s back? ❞

❝ I’m many things, but I’m no liar. I leave that to the traitors. ❞

❝ Every man I’ve ever met thinks he’d rival the gods himself, if only he were in charge. ❞

❝ I am over four hundred years old, and I know that I know little. You are a child, an infant, yet you know everything! ❞

❝ I forget your name. ❞

❝ If you have nothing else to say get out of my damned hall! ❞

❝ If you jumped from that bridge today the world would not change. ❞

a selection of lines from the novel what moves the dead. modified slightly for rp purposes.

i'm delighted by obscure passions, no matter how unusual.

it's cold and poor and if you don't die from falling in a hole or starving to death, a wolf eats you.

god, but it was a depressing scene.

i am, for the most part, not an imaginative soul.

he was the gentlest of souls, though he did collect rather odd things.

i swear to you, if i had not heard his voice, i would not have recognized him.

you look like you've been dragged arse-first through hell.

you have grown into an outrageous liar.

in some ways, it's rather refreshing to be treated in the same way as a fungus.

i will tell you, this is a recent dissolution.

i think it might be enough to make anyone ill.

i do not know how to deal with this sort of death, the one that comes slow and inevitable and does not let go.

death that simply comes and settles is not a thing i have any experience with.

i knew most of them would die anyway, but if they died in front of me, it felt worse.

we were friends once. i hope we still are.

i hear things now. everything. my own heartbeat. other people's breathing sounds like thunder.

sometimes i fancy i can hear the worms in the rafters.

but this place has made me afraid.

you don't pull punches in the morning, do you?

what sins could you possibly have?

you know i'm not a superstitious soul but i swear there's something wicked here.

they say mushrooms spring up where the devil walks and where the fairies dance.

perhaps they believe that the fungus is part of them.

it's in god's hands, not mine. perhaps not even his.

are you a witch, then?

don't listen to him. the dead carry lanterns down in the deep.

this place breeds nightmares.

he complains of nightmares. says the walls breathe them out.

i begin to think that this place has killed all of us, in its time.

most of us go to the devil without him having to personally oversee things.

the dead don't walk. you of all people know that.

really, what good would it do? have you not seen enough bodies in your time? maybe it helps other people, but it's just one more face to haunt your dreams.

headache is always preferable to heartache.

perhaps this miserable place has weighed down my spirit and left me vulnerable.

they don't fear ghosts where you come from?

i don't believe the dead actually care about those things.

[name], i have come to think of you as a sensible person, but there is something quite unsavory about all this.

you don't believe in possession, of course.

the dead may walk but i will not walk among them.

this thing, whatever it is, it's what's killing you. devouring you alive.

i've been dead for at least a month.

i could never help anything that killed you.

𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, setting it on the table, before a finger hovers over it in circles, poking it as if to wake up whatever is inside. like MOST of the time, slavoj seems to be absent in yet another conversation he should be paying attention to. » are you threatening me, reid? « he’d be lying when he said that he’s certain about the other’s reappearance in his life. he does have a few guesses, for now though, slavoj ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs to crack his head over it, he’s never been good at predicting the future, nor second-guessing.

it’s a game they’re playing, AND that’s one thing which has caught slavoj’s attention and keeps him hooked. » it’s sweet of you that you’re worried about my safety. « finally, his eyes dart up to link with reid’s, holding his chin up, resolutely. » you know, i never once thought i was free. in a way, i’ve already been caught. « he sighs, a play of melodrama unfolds on his features. clearly, he’s exaggerating for reid’s entertainment. » ... in militech’s bony, grubby fist. « his balled hand shoots down on the wrapped food, forcing pressure onto it ─ so much 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 in a rather slacking pop.

He cuts a sharp figure when compared to those around them. The black suit was inconspicuous, not expensive but not cheap either, no real brand shown or identified with the single exception that it was tailored for him and his specific needs. He looks just like any other corporation administrator would after a long day of work. Hair brushed back, tired, and in a part of town that he would likely not have caught himself dead unless it was meant to unwind. But this was not a social call.

It is not in the attire that he seems like a rip in the scene around them, however, it is the posture: Firm to the point where it felt like it split the neon lights that poured from the diner’s windows. While the expression remained neutral, it was clear the weight of the situation only deepened the wrinkles around his eyes.

  "You have always been just a sack of meat.“ he says flatly. A single step is taken to the side, two fingers undoing the single button that had kept the suit jacket together, and he takes the seat in front of him “When you become a unreliable one - that is when you straddle the line.“

But he was preaching to the choir and that much he knew. Perhaps Slavoj didn’t understand how lucky he had been to be allowed to have the life he lead now. Or perhaps he simply wanted someone to put a bullet in his brain for him. It would not be the first time Reid had seen that sort of self destructive behavior be spelled out in that manner. And it would not be the first time that Reid had been sent to clean up the mess and fulfil such wishes.

Trenton Terrel, Head of Artificial Intelligence @ Arasaka Corporation

daisy mckenzie, investigative journalist and editor @ world news service (NWS)

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