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Beata is getting the watch ready. And the food we ate today, if we have time. And the offer for non-writers to work with her on the beauty project is still valid.
In the evening, Beata and Guyon lock themselves away to make up for lost time.
- Guyon, tell me something, - Beata drawled after they had made up for lost time, tracing her finger across her partner's chest, - you said that somehow you were able to feel my death. Can you explain, hm? You haven't been known for any magical abilities. - I... I just felt it, probably. Maybe because I love you? - he smiled bashfully. - Now, you're lying. Spill it. - Um... Well... - Guyon hesitated noticeably. - Do... Do I really have to say this? - Really, really. Speak. - Basically... Oh... I hope you'll understand yourself, - Guyon pulled a diary from under the pillow, took folded pages from a secret compartment and handed them to Beata. With trembling hands, she unfolded the first sheet she grabbed and began to read. With a sinking heart, Guyon watched her face. Beata was angry. Predictably angry. If her anger were material, it would have burned a hole through both the paper and him. Biting her lip until it bled, she read and read, her shaking hands unfolding and folding the sheets that described all the hell he had gone through. Finally, she finished and shoved the stack of papers back into his hands. - You dull-witted, brainless cretin, - she hissed through her teeth. - Um, sorry? - Guyon raised an eyebrow, carefully putting the sheets away. - What is even wrong with you, f***?! - W-what... what are you talking about? - All this time I thought you were just very disciplined, but it turns out you physically cannot disobey me because of some freaking curse! It turns out I could actually force you to go to a wedding in a collar and three socks, and you'd do it! - And yet you never forced me to do anything like that. - What about that episode with the dark Lunarians and the dancer's outfit? If I had known... - We discussed everything together. And we concluded that it wouldn't be such a bad idea. - Still... Gods... I thought this didn't matter to you anymore. Just a funny inside joke. I got so used to treating you as my friend, partner, assistant... I have no documents, nothing confirming that you are not just my partner, but my... property, - Beata spoke the last word very softly. - Hey, it's all good. That is the funny inside joke. I'm used to it. And the day you... bought me, I consider the best day of my life. - No, it's not all good! I don't want... I don't want this to weigh on you. - And who said it weighs on me? - Guyon took Beata's hands in his. - Quite the opposite. I... I was more upset when it left. - When I came back to life, it returned, - Beata frowned. - Which means... - No! - Guyon quickly interrupted her, clutching her palms tightly. - No-no-no, don't even think about it! That is not a price worth paying! - For your sake, I... - For your sake, I am ready to return to that hell again, - Guyon nodded toward the diary, - for the rest of my life. So—no. - Maybe... Maybe we can find another way? - Maybe we shouldn't look? I... Everything is fine, really. You, - he smiled mischievously, - you are the best mistress one could dream of. I am happy to be your obedient slave. Beata looked into his eyes for a long time, searching for even a shadow of doubt. But she found nothing. Only love and devotion. - Idiot, - she smiled, pressing him to her chest, - you're just an idiot. - Your idiot. - My idiot. They fell onto the bed without letting go of their embrace. She buried her nose in his hair, and they lay like that for a while. - Listen... If this thing works... I remember ordering you not to die. Does that mean now you can't die before me? - I really hope so, but honestly, I have no idea. Let's not experiment, okay? - Agreed. But here is my new order: you may argue with me. You may doubt my words. You always have the right to demand explanations from me and refuse to do something. For example, if Rinze gets to me and I order you to bow to her... You can refuse. Because the real me would not force you to serve that abomination. - Very well, my mistress, - he sealed his words with a kiss.
Okay, now that it's clear the abilities will remain, it's just for show that she's "breaking" it... if she had jumped on him from a running start, it would have been too obvious, so here, she's playing the shy and demure role.
As usual. There was so much talk, about kamisama-tachi, spirituality, beliefs...
Revan, if the character is from Margel, does he have a default residence here, or not?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Good thing the coin flip happened before Nebok created a new character. Otherwise, he would have gotten it, and he would have bought the community of hard workers.
Good thing the coin dropped before Nebok created a new character. Otherwise, it would have dropped for him, and he would have bought the community of workers.
He would have bought a Carnelian and made all the female employees wear only stockings.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Beata is equipping the watch. And the food we ate today, if we have time. And the offer for non-player characters to work with her in Lepota is still valid.
The watch is really pushing for the equipment; she'll earn more that way. In that post, which you linked, I described how she is being as secretive as possible, not revealing that Guion is alive, the wedding preparations are kept secret, and she is behaving very cautiously, not walking through dark alleys, and always goes to and from work with someone – for example, Sisalika and Amamius can escort her to and from Lepota, as they work in the same area, and she also runs errands with someone from the non-player characters or players, and so on.
For some time, the priestess remains silent, unsure how to respond to this monologue following her own sudden outburst. Contrary to what one might expect in such a situation, her face doesn't flush, nor does a shy smile appear, nor does it contort into a grimace of fear, anger, or disgust. Instead, it retains its detached and melancholic expression, characteristic of the past few minutes. Finally, she exhales loudly and lowers her gaze, shaking her head. - Edgelord-kun... Every day with you is like an emotional rollercoaster. I don't even know how to perceive you anymore; each time, the picture changes, and then it's stitched back together with mismatched pieces. This is clearly not what I expected when I woke up on the cold floor inside a pentagram... And what exactly did you see? I'm older than you. I could be your older... no, your middle sister. How strange... - she shakes her head again, puzzled, and raises her palm to eye level, twirling an accessory on her finger with her other hand. At one point, it seems like she's about to remove it, after which she receives ten debuffs and explodes, but after a couple of moments, her palm slowly relaxes - halfway. - How strange... - she repeats, then shrugs and offers a weak smile - though it's not forced. - You know, when you're not trying to create an atmosphere of gloom and horror, it's much easier and more pleasant to talk to you. It's even noticeable in your interactions with the locals. I don't know what's a mask and what's not, or maybe it's both, but... I think the latter suits you better. Shaking her head and shoulders, she continues in a more cheerful tone: - You're absolutely right - I can't give you any answer right now; all of this is new to me. I need time to process it. I won't sugarcoat it - after all that has happened, my heart and mind say "no! absolutely not!", but... not entirely. In your words, I hear notes of sincerity, and, well, I feel like I was right when I assumed that Phantom wouldn't take a completely unscrupulous person as an apprentice. Even his own soul is as dark as night, and yet, from his actions, I see that he is a man of honor. Therefore, this is not a case where you should judge a book by its cover. Those were my words just now. So... it would be low of me to make promises that my soul doesn't fully resonate with, so I won't make any. But you can be absolutely sure that I will think about all of this carefully. Out of respect for your sincerity, and to figure everything out for myself. That's something I can promise with my head held high and a clear conscience - and this isn't a setup for a "gradual fade-out," or whatever people call it. The Kami-sama are my witnesses - I don't throw words to the wind in such a tone. After all, the end of the Divine Comedy is not yet in sight. The circumstances of life can resolve everything at any moment, even without our participation. Raising her head to the sky and closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths according to her own system until the picture of the universe in her mind cleared, and her emotions returned to their usual state from the confused one. Returning to the world of the living, she slapped Batman on the back: - What are you standing there for? It's almost sunset, - and she walked towards the hotel - noticeably more energetic than when she left the post office.
In contrast to the detached and melancholic Aiyano, the fire raging in Lord's chest inevitably reached his face as well. At that moment, he had many more things he wanted to say to the eloquent priestess, but for one reason or another, he refrained from doing so. He spent the walk to the hotel in deep thought.
Penelope decides to buy "Ideal". Now she receives +1000 reputation every Thursday.
/ Regarding this, did the administration receive Aiko's will concerning the business with Ogma? /Author
If everything is correct for your character in this post, then put a ✔️ in the topic.
While talking to Quentin Quantum, Fir-Fir slightly boasts about his ability to work with metal, leather, and wood, and shares some ideas with him (if Quantum is interested enough to listen): -- Look, if you're willing to listen... Here are your swords, the design is excellent. But, if you allow, the teeth in this design lose momentum because they are forced to move back and forth. Of course, the transmission mechanism is quite clever, and the design is brilliant, no exaggeration, but it seems to me that the weapon could have more potential.
-- And here's how, -- he takes out Stardust and wraps it around the mechanical sword. -- A chain mechanism! Here, this gear, somehow like this... The design will be larger, more suitable for a two-handed grip, but then the chain with teeth rotates in a circle and can be accelerated to the maximum, with minimal energy loss.
-- I... I'm a bit of an amateur in this... But, maybe it will work? Will you allow me to try? If you are satisfied and we agree on the hiring price. Because the work you have is really good...
"But in Beauty 3.5 they pay," hung in the air as an unspoken thought.