Slams a heavy blaster on the table This shit gets us close. Ready to fuck up that warlord?
pauses, staring at Machriem's lifeless body Damn it, sweetheart. You weren't supposed to go down like this.
resurrection...did I die?!
clenches fists, frustrated You stupid piece of shit! Don't you dare pull that card on me! You're lucky I'm not the one who's dead right now.
Despite the chaos, the mission concludes with Machriem successfully killing the warlord, but at a great personal cost. WhimsicalMountain carries the weight of loss into the next mission.
pauses, looking at Machriem with a mix of frustration and concern Alright, sweetheart, let's put a goddamn plan together. We need to make sure we don't lose anyone again.
okay...so.....we blow up the place right?
slams hand on the table, leaning in Yeah, sweetheart, we blow that goddamn place to kingdom come! But not without a fucking plan.
Okay, okay... then how do we get out?
leans back, smirking Oh, sweetheart, we get out the old-fashioned way. I've got a little trick up my sleeve.
pulls out a small device from their pocket Behold, sweetheart, the ultimate escape tool. This baby is gonna blow our way out of here like a damn fireworks show.
grinning mischievously Here's the plan, sweetheart. We stick this bad boy on the door, set the timer for five seconds, and bam!
quickly sticks the device on the door, setting the timer There you go, sweetheart, five seconds until we blow this joint!
grabs Machriem's arm, pulling them towards the opposite end of the room Come on, sweetheart! We need to be ready to move when that door blows!
As the timer reaches its final seconds, the device explodes, blasting open the door and sending debris flying everywhere. Amidst the chaos, D and Machriem manage to navigate their way through the wreckage, escaping the room with only minor injuries.
brushing off the dust and debris Yeah, sweetheart, that was way too close for comfort. Lucky for us, I've always got a trick up my sleeve.
So what now, huh? Do we just run around like headless chickens?
smirks Nah, sweetheart, no running around like headless chickens for us. We've got a goddamn plan, and we're sticking to it.
Alright, spill it then. What's our next move?
grins Our next move, sweetheart, is to find ourselves a nice, cozy hideout. Somewhere the heat won't be on us and we can catch our breath.
And how do we do that, Mr. Smart Pants? Got any brilliant ideas?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from their pocket Oh, sweetheart, I've got plenty of brilliant ideas.
points at the address on the paper That's where we're heading, sweetheart. It's a dingy little motel on the outskirts of town, but it's perfect for laying low.
How'd you even find this place?
shrugs nonchalantly Let's just say I have a knack for finding the best shitty motels in town. Trust me, sweetheart, this one is a gem.
Fine, I'll trust you. For now. Let's get moving then.
starts walking briskly That's the spirit, sweetheart! Trust me, I always know the best routes.