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[retested]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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<saturnschild>

[marcato]

It's kind of you to say that, Amanda. But I have no problems with my self-image.

[hauntpadour]

No, it doesn't. She's hurt me personally before, too.

[What with the fourth god threatening him directly. Egon doesn't know Amanda's history, he's not a psychologist, and frankly if she's gotten this far, she's not one to be questioned.]

[He raises a hand, though.]

But, I am working with her on these things.

[He leans a little bit inward, almost as if expecting someone to hear.]

I think I have a chance of converting her, or at least getting her to leave the side of the fourth. But it needs patience, and a strong parental figure. I fear we've lost a lot of trust and possibly radicalized more fourth followers.

I hated Felfri as much as anyone could, but I think it may have been a bit... much. I do understand your position, though.

<gameover>

[retested]

Yeah? Is that why you wear a mask all the goddamn time?

[EXTREMELY bold words for someone with such an unstable sense of self that she needs to rely on how others see her just to know who she is.]

You won't tell him anything about me, right? Everything I tell you in confidence remains between the two of us.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

[His expression darkens. His fingers curl.

If Aunamee hates anything, it's someone pointing out his weaknesses.]

Of course, Amanda. Everything stays with me.

<gameover>

[retested]

Good. That would be best for everyone concerned.

[It's not a threat, but it still gets her meaning across just fine: giving AM any sensitive information on Amanda is asking for death, regardless of who's doing the giving. Even an ally and friend.]

[retested]

Oh good. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't understand.

[She huffs, tucking her gun back into her waistband.]

Look. I'm not trying to win any popularity polls. I'm done with the soft approach. I'll do whatever needs doing and I don't give a fuck about opposition.

[hauntpadour]

We all have different temperaments and ways of interpreting the fog's wishes for us, so we all adapt differently. I'm not one to say how or why to worship.

I do want us to look better though- more recruits, less power to the fourth god. He's the cause of most of our problems and I don't want him getting any more good press, if I can help it.

[retested]

And you think this latest bout of bullshit earned him "good press?" You think most people were happy to be in that shithole?

[hauntpadour]

Apparently, a lot of them were.

Most people still miss their own bodies and abilities, I've seen a shocking amount of people consider joining him.

[retested]

Then they're fuckin' fools, the whole lot of 'em.

[hauntpadour]

Just misunderstanding. It's takes time and patience to learn such a large change.

You can't expect someone to learn to walk the moment they grow a new pair of legs, metaphorically speaking.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Hello Priestess.

Are you well?

<gameover>

[retested]

As well as I'm going to get. Why?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Do you remember the death arena last year? How you killed all those people so spectacularly?

I acquired a souvenir of sorts.

<gameover>

[retested]

As if I'd ever forget it. Best vacation of my fucking life.

Go ahead, share with the class. What did you manage to get?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

The gun you were so fond of. The one that dissolves bone.

Would you like to see it?

<gameover>

[retested]

[B L E S S E D]

You bet your ass I would.

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Meet me outside my Dyster mansion. We'll take it for a trial run.

[retested]

Amanda is there in three minutes flat, having dropped everything and used her key on the closest door. Her voice is filled with gleeful anticipation.]

So...?

[marcato]

[He smiles inwardly and removes the weapon from his coat pocket. In some instances, he might've added a small flourish to the reveal, but he suspects Amanda wouldn't appreciate it. She strikes him as someone who likes to get straight to the point.]

Here it is.

[He offers it forward. The design is strikingly similar to the Fairwell weapon, if not identical.]

It feels good in your hand, doesn't it?

July 18th

[marcato]

There are enemies all around us Amanda snap their limbs and give them their due.

<gameover> (I'm assuming he posted this under his username. If not, lemme know!)

[retested]

What's going on?

[retested]

[She accepts the gun with a certain degree of reverence, turning it this way and that, hefting its weight.]

Of course. Like shaking hands with an old friend.

<saturnschild> YES sorry about that!

[marcato]

They're trying to crush me.

Tell me She won't forget me.

<gameover>

[retested]

Of course She won't forget you. You're one of Her treasured priests. Who the fuck's trying to crush you?