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FINAL TRIAL
[Alice eventually in, her own stilted way, tells everyone they should head to the elevator. The Storyteller was waiting for them.
How the teacup actually gets to the court room this time is up to anyone's guess but there's a slight difference now. All of the podiums are blank. You can stand where you'd like.
Maybe she just thought you'd all die from the monsters. Nursery Rhyme doesn't look happy when you arrive, either.]
Just what were you doing in there?! Well, I suppose that can be this trial. Discuss what you found first. Then we can see what the outcome of this round is.
How the teacup actually gets to the court room this time is up to anyone's guess but there's a slight difference now. All of the podiums are blank. You can stand where you'd like.
Maybe she just thought you'd all die from the monsters. Nursery Rhyme doesn't look happy when you arrive, either.]
Just what were you doing in there?! Well, I suppose that can be this trial. Discuss what you found first. Then we can see what the outcome of this round is.
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She's already made it clear what you're doing isn't making her happy. And you don't seem to understand that—or that you just don't want to anymore, tuning out even the desire of your precious Master's wishes.
[ He'll give a pause, but only allow it to sink in for a moment. ]
To me, it sounds like you're just treasuring your own happiness over hers. I mean, if that's what it really is, then...you should say so, shouldn't you? Instead of pretending you're doing any good for her.
Right now, you're just being a bad friend; which means whatever you're doing might make you happy but it'll never make her that way. It'll just let her continue to live in misery, you know.
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[She swings an arm that has an Amdi attached.]
I shouldn't be able to do something that she doesn't want!
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[Well, only one that she can actually remember, and it didn't go so well for her, and also she's a mirror in a different sense, but shhhhh.]
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His radio cloaks are loose and half-fallen-off at this point, it is not clear that he's rational right now.]
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Oh, you think you're so smart?
[It's like a cracking mirror and instead of a doll--he's suddenly biting into an orange sweatshirt. The Storyteller's voice changes as well.]
Git off of me, you stupid mutts! [Scruffing the rest of the tines, the Storyteller starts trying to throw Amdi off.]
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[Even with the bites, Wally tries to throw the couple of scruffed Amdi members at Nigel. Projectile dogs!]
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[A crucial weakness of his current armament, it is pretty hard to go long when you're wearing a fucking sousaphone so a tine hits him right in the face making him stumble backward but not actually fall down. The second tine lands face first in the sousaphone with its butt and legs sticking out.]
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[With Nigel distracted, the Storyteller tries to jump past the belief barrier.]
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You aren't going ANYWHERE!
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[WHAT'S EVEN GOING ON NOW.]
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[and then a dog hit him in the face]
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[Gavroche contributes sometimes, when my internet hasn't died a mysterious death for several hours.]
She can change.
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It doesn't matter what you consider yourself to be because this is a truth. And really if you were just a reflection, then you wouldn't even be able to think for yourself, if you're going that route.
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You're just making excuses, the way I see it.
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