IC Inbox

[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.

Comments

[retested]

[For what it's worth, Amanda does give his question some serious thought, trying to think up ways to adapt her traps for a new environment...]

All the traps I've ever built were designed for use in enclosed spaces. I can't think of anything I could set up in an open environment.

[...But coming up with nothing. Devices confined to one room, or a series of connected rooms? Of course. Devices attached to people from the start? Certainly. But there isn't one thing she's built that she can pull off out in the open, and her considerable engineering prowess isn't geared towards designing anything new that could fit the bill. Jigsaw business relies on surprise and seclusion.]

Sorry. It's not my area of expertise.

[And she's loathe to admit it. It makes her feel small, stupid, lacking.]

[expectional]

[He shakes his head.]

It's alright. I couldn't think of anything either. [Well...spiked pit falls and bear traps but...those are pretty standard and there's no guarantee they'd actually kill someone.] I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask, since you know more about this sort of thing than I do. And I'm starting to run out of ideas.

[Which is something HE'S loathe to admit because he always has a plan. That's kind of his thing. But so far, none of his plans have worked. It's beyond frustrating...especially since some of them were really brilliant!]

[retested]

Tell me about it. Every plan I've made to help Her this time around...I keep getting fucked over.

[And by "fucked over" she means both of her murder attempts on the Fourthies she was torturing were interrupted and foiled. It's just not fair, goddammit!]

She'll be so disappointed.

[And there's so much self-hatred and fear in that one statement that it's borderline palpable. If Amanda disappoints Her, what then? She'll be replaced by someone more capable, more formally educated and stronger with more to offer Her. Amanda won't be needed and the very idea makes her want to vomit.]

[expectional]

[And his hair goes right back to drooping again. She'll be so disappointed. Yeah, that's what he's worried about too. He may not be quite as devoted as Amanda, but the Fog God expects things from him. She gave him a task, and so far he'd rate his performance as "acceptable", if even that.]

[If he can't live up to her expectations, what if she makes him go back home? Realizes there's no point in keeping him around because he's a useless, stupid child?]

[He's silent for a few moments, gazing at some spot on the ground with a far-off look in his yellow-green eyes. Eventually he sighs, closing his eyes and shaking his head a little before opening them again.]

Well...lamenting our failures won't accomplish anything. You only hold yourself back when you dwell on things like that. There's still time, so we'll just have to try even harder from here on out.

[He's definitely not giving up. Nope.]

[retested]

Yeah. Whatever it takes.

[At this point she'd even consider letting herself die, if only it could help her take down a Fourth adherent at the same time. If something could help her meet expectations...]