TyTheHermit
Matchstick
I-I'm --o sorry.. F-f-f for--give me...
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Post by TyTheHermit on Apr 17, 2016 15:16:48 GMT -5
Ty was surrounded by the different cultists. All asking, wondering and deciding on who's side they were going to be. Many angry stares were pointed at her, but she was prepared for all of this. She wouldn't stand down. Some hits had already been exchanged between her and some of her former friends. But she wouldn't give up. There had to be a way to make them see what she sees. For once she would stand up and be out in the open. And she knew that change was something that was needed. "Why don't you understand that this will give you more freedom than anything. Tapi is only using you for her own gain. Famosity will protect you, and after when all of this is done, then there will be nothing to worry about." She spoke, a hopeful smile on her lips.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on Apr 17, 2016 15:19:31 GMT -5
He didn't want this. Any of this. His best friend had betrayed the system that wraps around them all, that keeps them safe for the most part, a system one should better not revolt against ― It might not be perfect, but by God, it worked. They weren't leading that bad of a life, quite the contrary, and Mateus didn't want to risk this near-peace they had managed to establish... And, most of all; he didn't want for his friend to get hurt. Or worse. They could still fix this. Good heavens, they could, couldn't they?
"At what risk?" The demon mumbled in the end, a hand half-ran through his hair with a clearly exhausted sigh; and the way he looked at his friend was almost pleadingly. "You're putting our all lives at stake here. You're gambling, Ty. And neither of us know the cards, nor the stakes as a whole."
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