audience: karlach

[mygod]

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[ablazement]

Ahhh. Yeah.

[that'd do it. stop being indignant!!]

Control's important to you, I know. You want me to go yell at all of them for you?

[she knows he probably won't say yes to this but there's a protective streak she feels, anyway.]

[unconsecuted]

[NOOOOOOO.]

N-No, that... won't be necessary. It's fine. I will get over it happening.

[ablazement]

Well, all right. If you're sure.

[a beat.]

You mind if I hang out here with you a bit?

[unconsecuted]

[He will snap necks if needed (no). The request pings curious hesitation, and he sort of studies her face briefly.]

...That's fine. Frumpkin seems to enjoy the company.

[""frumpkin""]

[ablazement]

["frumpkin" he says what a dork

there's a little smile, and she flops down somewhere. a couch, probably.]

What d'you think about all the rocks and things, by the way? We asked you all a bit, but... I'm curious.

[unconsecuted]

[There is a couch, yes. I'm godmodding Nu's penthouse. Frumpkin goes along for the ride, giving Karlach a back and forth back and forth.]

It sounds ridiculous, but... I suppose we have few choices outside of ruining the ritual, and it is not the strangest relic, or rock, or material I have ever seen.

[Thinking about it.]

As Gale said, "Optimism to the point of abject self-delusion is the correct way to go."

[ablazement]

Sounds like him.

[amused.]

So I guess the plan is we're letting the ritual happen, then. Hope the living know what they've got to do.

[unconsecuted]

It will happen and should. The concern is whether we can cause it to fail, or if it will succeed.

[Hopefully fail.]

Muelsyse is with them. They will be fine. She knows what she is doing.