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But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one (closed)
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deem), Jon (northerndragon), Mamoru (amereswordsman), Mordred (bloodings), Rey (garbagepilot) & Ryuji (ryuji)
WHAT? Mhic Nathair has a corruption deep down in her heart. This is the heist that aims to pluck it from her consciousness and turn her to COST.
WHEN? The last week or so of the Arena games
ANYTHING ELSE? some gore, psychological horror, parental issues, etc
deem), Jon (northerndragon), Mamoru (amereswordsman), Mordred (bloodings), Rey (garbagepilot) & Ryuji (ryuji)WHAT? Mhic Nathair has a corruption deep down in her heart. This is the heist that aims to pluck it from her consciousness and turn her to COST.
WHEN? The last week or so of the Arena games
ANYTHING ELSE? some gore, psychological horror, parental issues, etc
[For a week, Ryuji's used the diversion of the Arena to scope out the infiltration plan. He knew, the second that he set eyes on Mhic Nathair, that nothing else mattered in all of Jhashch; the mission, the bullshit politics and dances that his fellow COST members had to do to curry favor. It consumed his thoughts like a viral outbreak- and at night, when he'd find himself laying in bed, looking at the ceiling, alternating visions of those soldier's throats being slit and past heists danced in his vision.
He checks again, opening the BCE, just to make sure. A palace is a palace is a palace- it wasn't going anywhere... but he still had to be sure of his course of action.]
Mhich Nathair, Gallipoli, War.
[Target located. Enter Navigation?
He grits his teeth. Tomorrow. Tomorrow this happens. He sends a text to his four companions, and a mental one to his Servant.
It's time.]