cueball | Eighth Dark Hole [Action]

[At the Graveyard]

[Haha no Scratch isn't crawling out of any coffin. He's going to dirty his clothes, however horrible they may be! He is better than a wriggler, crawling out of the ground. Instead, by his grave there will be a green flash of flickering light. It's not his regular entrance however. The green flashes several times, illuminating the area, and making even weird sound effects that you would hear from a terrible alien movie! However, eventually the green flashes stop and Doc Scratch is now there in his fully black clothed glory!

AND--]

Black isn't my color.

[Yep.]

[Around town]

[After getting over the atrocious wardrobe, he is now on the hunt! Particular for the young ladies, but curse this bad vision of his. Stupid dead moving body. He moves rather slowly though as he finds (and with his hands out like a dumbass no less), but when he does spot someone he'll immediately do the green flash warp thing to get closer and then--]

Ahah!

[Snatch your character and hoist them up! If they flee and get out of his grasp (which shouldn't be hard) he'll definitely try to catch them. If they comply he'll just carry them around, maybe chat until his arms get tired.

And if he realizes that, wait a minute, the person he picked up is a male? He'll drop them down and not even care, giving a half-assed "My mistake" and sulk away. Dude's not a lady.]

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The town indeed. I awoke in a coffin for the record and in these dreadful garbs to boot.

Quite true. You are indeed dead, killed by your former Moirail in an act of violence surged from hopelessness. Making you a good Witch wouldn't do anything if that untrue as well, as we do not recall memories of this paradox space.

Regardless, I'm still taking you back to my crypt. You don't have any option in this.

I will admit, that sounds terribubble.

[That sends a chill straight down Feferi's spine.]

Former moirail, current matesprit, despite all of that. I found it in my heart to try and look past it.

...and what will you do then? I'm not the Condesce. I don't want to be the Condesce. So turning me into a pretty little paradox clone will not glubbing swim well with me!

My, I do suppose true love conquers all. Or maybe true stupidity, because I don't believe in the power of love. Take your pick.

[>implying you are not already a petty paradox clone]

I won't need to turn you into one. You will simply mature into it, I'm sure. Or...well you won't, because you're dead, but you get my point, right?

I do. I believe in it very much. He's changing and no, it's not just manipulating me.

[(fuu)]

No. I don't want to 'mature into' anything. Even if I'm dead back home, I don't want to be forced to be a miniature-Condesce. So if you don't mind putting me down...

As I said, it matters not. Both of you are dead in the Alpha timeline either way.

And no, I won't put you down. For a lady, you do not have many manners. I shall see to it that this is fixed. My broom will assist.

[She's quiet for a moment. Feferi knows that they're both dead in the alpha timeline, but she also knows the Condesce is not. Frankly, after this week and her Condesce-like pod!clone, she's tired of this doppleganger stuff.]

...you would think to use a cleaning product to 'teach' a lady manners?

It's more effective than you would imagine. I hope I do not need to strip any privileges from you.

What do you mean, 'strip privileges from me'?

Privileges. Electricity, food, talking, maybe even breathing. Whatever is needed to shape you.

Food, talking, and breathing are rights, not 'privileges'. [And she glares.]

They are in my house.

[He is such a nice First Guardian.]

That's not very nice...

Did I ever claim to be nice?

You're supposed to be a guardian! You know, protecting people. Depriving people of things isn't exactly protecting them.

I do not deprive out of hate, but out of need. You'll understand when you're Empress-- oh wait, no you won't. My bad. It keeps slipping my hand.

[HEH]

...if I'm not to be the Witch or the Empress, then what's the point?

Do you see yourself as someone with no potential?

No. Of course not.

Then stop thinking you cannot amount to anything, if only because you are not an Empress or a Witch or even alive!

[And then she just goes quiet. Quiet and thoughtful.]

[...And he'll just keep walking back.]

So, still want to be let go?

Yes, I do, but considering what happened the last time you let me go, I'm going to guess that it won't be very successful. Even if I stomp on both your feet, you're just going to do the flashy thing and snatch me up again.

...what are you going to do with me, anyway?

Precisely.

As for that...hm. Do you know what a Geisha is?

...not...really? [She has a vague picture in her head of something from the television, but it's not terribly clear.]

Well, you'll learn soon enough!

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