Silsa
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"Least risky? Wai-wai-wait. Hold the phone, there's such thing as a least risky thread?" She couldn't stop now, she just said something like being burned in the foot hurt less t was less harmful than being burned by an oil fire. That was just plain stupid! Not only was it arbitrary, depended on a case to case basis, it didn't matter which thread was which it would carry the same risk factor, as say a Light Thread or a Shadow Thread. No matter what happened, it all boiled down to something called compatibility, and in that case, it didn't matter what happened, there was always a huge chance of death when it came to these things.
Her job, as the surgeon at this moment in time, would be to make sure that the Threads go in and stay there. As the Head of the Research and Development Department, it was her job to go around making sure that she had the right affinity to a certain element, or thread since mind, light, and shadow weren't exactly physical, and tell her that. If she didn't want to take the advice, she would respect her as a friend, but then again, that would be her epitaph.
"Xililia, with Arcadia as witness do you allow me to disclose this information on your choice and the motivations thereof? If you don't allow me to do this, then I will not operate on you." The girl nodded bravely in understanding, her face with 'Scourge told me to do it' written all over it. That only meant one thing when it came to the mysterious superior: one of her friends was sent to the operating table to die.
She always wondered when he would finally use her as a part of his mysterious plans, she just didn't think it would hurt this much. But that wasn't what chilled her, what really stung, what really scared her was that she was... willing. She could use this, and many other things if what Arcadia says was true, to her advantage. She could easily turn cold as luminescence and just do it, worse she found that even after the deed was done, she was ready to go to both Scourge and Revnoir just to rub it into the latter that the former did it, and if she stretched logic far enough, he was also to blame.
But she had a hand in it too, worse off, she was the one who would do the deed. "Alright, just think happy thoughts." She whispered gently, motherly, lovingly as she pierced the child's skin with a syringe, allowing herself to smile, genuinely smile to send her friend off. "Arcadia, prepare the Thread" She spat hatefully before scooping up the body of the maiden and laying her on the table.
How am I going to face those two little girls after this?
(Oh, and Aurath, Umbra will be back at 3 or something, so about 4 hours)
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Her job, as the surgeon at this moment in time, would be to make sure that the Threads go in and stay there. As the Head of the Research and Development Department, it was her job to go around making sure that she had the right affinity to a certain element, or thread since mind, light, and shadow weren't exactly physical, and tell her that. If she didn't want to take the advice, she would respect her as a friend, but then again, that would be her epitaph.
"Xililia, with Arcadia as witness do you allow me to disclose this information on your choice and the motivations thereof? If you don't allow me to do this, then I will not operate on you." The girl nodded bravely in understanding, her face with 'Scourge told me to do it' written all over it. That only meant one thing when it came to the mysterious superior: one of her friends was sent to the operating table to die.
She always wondered when he would finally use her as a part of his mysterious plans, she just didn't think it would hurt this much. But that wasn't what chilled her, what really stung, what really scared her was that she was... willing. She could use this, and many other things if what Arcadia says was true, to her advantage. She could easily turn cold as luminescence and just do it, worse she found that even after the deed was done, she was ready to go to both Scourge and Revnoir just to rub it into the latter that the former did it, and if she stretched logic far enough, he was also to blame.
But she had a hand in it too, worse off, she was the one who would do the deed. "Alright, just think happy thoughts." She whispered gently, motherly, lovingly as she pierced the child's skin with a syringe, allowing herself to smile, genuinely smile to send her friend off. "Arcadia, prepare the Thread" She spat hatefully before scooping up the body of the maiden and laying her on the table.
How am I going to face those two little girls after this?
(Oh, and Aurath, Umbra will be back at 3 or something, so about 4 hours)
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