Vingt-septième Grimoire

[wizardoftheweek]

This is... too much. Everyone's saying it can only get worse... how much worse can it get! We're dying, scarificing our bodies and mind to that damned postman, running fearful... how can this get worse? This IS the worse! Paranoia is the greatest weakness of any creature

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[thief_of_truth]

I don't think there is anywhere they can't go.

[wizardoftheweek]

There has to be somewhere they won't look, though.

[thief_of_truth]

Like where?

[wizardoftheweek]

Somewhere they don't need to look.

[synchronicsong]

Miss Patchouli...

[wizardoftheweek]

... Please tell me you are alright.

[synchronicsong]

Y-yes...I'm alright, Miss Patchoui. ...Are you and Miss Saber alright...?

[wizardoftheweek]

... For now.

[arturia_pen]

[Saber is soon there, putting a hand on Patchouli's shoulder.]

There is no escaping it for now. Just stay out of the way of whatever is going on...and it will pass as all of the other things have.

I feel something is about to break, however...perhaps then we will have our chance to slip through the cracks.

[wizardoftheweek]

I can't face them... For all the magic in the world, I am entirely powerless in their presence...

[arturia_pen]

Do not worry yourself, Patchouli.

I will face them myself, to my last breath if need be. I do not wish you to lift a finger in opposition.

[wizardoftheweek]

... I don't want to lose you, either.

[lasersallover]

[Marisa has been fairly cooped up lately too.]

....but those are the guys that killed me.

[wizardoftheweek]

I know... I wish there was more that I can do, but I can't even face them...

[lasersallover]

Can I come over?

[wizardoftheweek]

No! You have to stay where you're safe!

[rogue_pineapple]

I am fine, however. Would you like my help with something? [That tone that implies strings come attached with it]

[wizardoftheweek]

I would sooner die than accept your help, rat.

[rogue_pineapple]

That's offensive to my people.

I'm very resourceful, despite your bias.