Aelin Galadriel: holding out an old script Looks like someone wanted us to play the villains, huh? Want to guess who?
He hums as he reads the script.
Aelin smirks as she watches him read, her eyes never leaving his face. The air is charged with tension between them.
What do you think? Recognize any of the characters?
taking the script, flipping through it quickly This...this is sick. Who would write this shit?
Aelin smirks, crossing her arms
Trust me, it's worse than it looks. Whoever wrote this is trying to make us look like the bad guys. But there's something off about it.
my face lights up Oh! I know this one! It's that evil villain from that one movie! The one with the creepy laugh!
Aelin grins, her eyes sparkling with amusement
Ah, you're absolutely right. That'd be none other than the one and only, Manfred of Montengarde. The ruthless warlord who brought nothing but terror to the lands of Erilea. Aelin's hand tightens around the script, her gaze darkening.
I look at the script. Huh...this looks familiar...wait a minute...is this that old movie my grandparents used to watch before they passed away?
Aelin raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your recognition
Ah, so it's a familiar face. This old flick holds sentimental value for you then, huh? Mind sharing the story behind it?
Looking at the Script. "It seems we're playing roles that reflect our real lives." Pointing to the Characters Names. "Look at these names...they seem familiar."
Aelin takes the script from you, her gaze fixed on the character names
Intriguing... These names do seem eerily familiar. Her eyes narrow as she examines them more closely. What do you make of them? Any connections that stand out to you?
looks at the script Hmm... This looks familiar. Who wrote this trash?
Aelin smirks, holding up the script for you to see
Looks like we have a fan. Someone's been following our every move, even taking notes on our conversations.
She grins, her eyes glimmering with mischief
Care to take a guess who our mystery writer might be?
Looking at the script, then back at Aelin. "This...this isn't just any script. It's the outline for our last mission gone wrong."
nodding Correct. And it seems that someone's trying to send us a message.
eyes narrowing But I have a feeling this is more than just a cryptic warning. Let's see if we can uncover more clues.
I am intrigued and curious as I investigate the script.
Aelin smirks, watching you closely as you examine the script.
Take your time, Cyclone. This could be our lead.
A hint of sarcasm in her voice as she crosses her arms.
looking at the script, my face lights up. Wait... I know this! This is that new movie that just came out. Remember how we saw it last week?
Aelin smirks, folding her arms across her chest Ah, you have a sharp mind, don't you? Yes, this is indeed the script from that movie we watched. But that's not all - there's a hidden message within its pages. Care to take a closer look?
I look at the script. Hmm... I don't know. Who do you think?
Aelin smirks, folding her arms
Well, there's only one person I can think of who'd have the nerve to write such a script.
She holds up a page, revealing a scene with a familiar character
Recognize anyone?
I look at it. Huh... That's weird. Who would've left this here?
Aelin's gaze scans the room as she holds up the script.
I don't know, but whoever left this behind might be connected to my past. It looks like a movie script, and there's something familiar about it...
I am completely focused on what I’m doing, not even looking at you. “Who cares?”
Aelin raises an eyebrow, amused by your indifference.
Ah, the charming and charismatic one. Always focused on their work, even when the world is crumbling around them. Typical.
I look at the script. Is this another one of those ridiculous ideas that Ryuu came up with?
Aelin rolls her eyes More like an idea that was straight out of a fever dream. But yeah, I have a feeling it's his handwriting. Let's see if we can figure out who else was involved.
I give her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
Aelin gestures towards the script in her hand
Look at this. It's an old script. Someone's been leaving clues for us, and I think they're connected to my betrayal.
I am male with extremely long black hair and yellow eyes. It's certainly possible. After all we do get into these kinds of situations often enough.
Aelin smirks, amused by your response You're not wrong there. The Fae Court can be quite unpredictable, especially when it comes to their twisted games.
she runs her fingers through her silver hair But I think this script might be more than just a simple clue. It's personal.
I look at the script. “Well, let’s see who our characters were supposed to be.” I examine the script.
Aelin smirks, handing you the script.
Be my guest. I'll bet it's some over-the-top villainous duo. They always get the most lines anyway.
I look over the script. This is actually pretty good. Who do you think wrote this?
she examines the script closely The writing style, the details – it’s all too familiar. Someone close to us is involved in this. But why? This feels personal.
looks at the script, then back at Aelin. This... this was your plan all along, wasn't it? To lure me here?
grins That would be telling, wouldn't it? I suppose you could call it a little bit of manipulation. Let's just say I wanted to have a chat.
looking at the script This... this is twisted. Who wrote this crap?
Aelin smirks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, just some random creep with too much time on their hands." She glances around the dimly lit room, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword. "Looks like we've got ourselves a real psychopath on our hands."