A hand subconsciously runs itself back and forth over her freshly cropped head, fingers brushing through the few mismatched lengths of strands that remained behind the curve of the blade. The movement stills as Thal cracks open another truth, Colt turning all ears. She is actively looking for something she might be able to exploit now, and this, disappointingly, is not it.
It is however, a terrifying notion. Erasure, in as much sense of the word as matters, and Colt tightens at the reality of it, sympathy prickling unwanted along her lips as she frowns. ”Shit—how d’ya even know who to be after that?” Thal had remade herself, clearly, but surely there’s an itch where the old here still lingers like a phantom limb.
With the focus rounding back upon her, she slides her hand from her head back to the bar top. Her fingers tap out their pattern as she digs through the files of her thoughts. ”Mm, that’d be falling in love.” Clyde, specifically, the only actual love she’s counting. ”Was married in my twenties,” he explains, offering a bit more context, certainly ensuring there’s no doubt who she means. ”Widowed now, and happier for it, but would be happier still if it’d never been.” Who would she be, if that had never happened? If she’d found someone else, someone better, or no one at all? Single still, but maybe less sharp, less fragile in the ways that matter. A pointless path to wander down, as she well knows, so she sighs and stills her impatient hand.
A smirk fits into place as Thal unexpectedly selects dare. She’s ready to amplify things a bit more now, and knowing what she does about ancients, she figures she could step on some of their natural weaknesses. ”Go stand in the big freezer all places with food got. For, mm, ten minutes or so.”
Figuring that’ll finally make the woman take a shot, Colt confidently asks, ”truth for me, when you’re done.” Which might never come to pass if she can walk away from the statue.
Round 4: Thal did her choice and Colt did her choice, net 0 change | Thal: +300 MP, 0 drunk | Colt: - 300MP, 2 drunk
Colt dares Thal to stand in the walk in freezer for 10 minutes
Colt chooses truth
It is however, a terrifying notion. Erasure, in as much sense of the word as matters, and Colt tightens at the reality of it, sympathy prickling unwanted along her lips as she frowns. ”Shit—how d’ya even know who to be after that?” Thal had remade herself, clearly, but surely there’s an itch where the old here still lingers like a phantom limb.
With the focus rounding back upon her, she slides her hand from her head back to the bar top. Her fingers tap out their pattern as she digs through the files of her thoughts. ”Mm, that’d be falling in love.” Clyde, specifically, the only actual love she’s counting. ”Was married in my twenties,” he explains, offering a bit more context, certainly ensuring there’s no doubt who she means. ”Widowed now, and happier for it, but would be happier still if it’d never been.” Who would she be, if that had never happened? If she’d found someone else, someone better, or no one at all? Single still, but maybe less sharp, less fragile in the ways that matter. A pointless path to wander down, as she well knows, so she sighs and stills her impatient hand.
A smirk fits into place as Thal unexpectedly selects dare. She’s ready to amplify things a bit more now, and knowing what she does about ancients, she figures she could step on some of their natural weaknesses. ”Go stand in the big freezer all places with food got. For, mm, ten minutes or so.”
Figuring that’ll finally make the woman take a shot, Colt confidently asks, ”truth for me, when you’re done.” Which might never come to pass if she can walk away from the statue.
Round 4: Thal did her choice and Colt did her choice, net 0 change | Thal: +300 MP, 0 drunk | Colt: - 300MP, 2 drunk
Colt dares Thal to stand in the walk in freezer for 10 minutes
Colt chooses truth
Colt
Hole in your heart with some good aim
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
