text stringlengths 0 90 |
|---|
destroy the system.” |
MARISHA: Why are you doing this? Why me? |
MATT: “Because a long time ago, I was a wayward |
girl with no direction, was angry, and fighting at |
the world. And someone did this for me.” |
MARISHA: I don’t really believe in systems or |
being a part of them, let alone a system that |
takes down other systems. Seems almost |
hypocritical. |
MATT: “Perhaps. Who knows. Maybe one day you’ll |
find the corruption inside our own.” |
MARISHA: Touche. |
MATT: “Go. Get some rest. Clean up a bit, I think |
you could use it.” |
MARISHA: You might have broke my wrist. |
MATT: “It’ll heal. Zeenoth.” She slaps him awake. |
His unconscious body on the ground. |
MARISHA: Bye, Zeenoth! Zeenoth! |
MATT: (coughing) |
MARISHA: Zeenoth! |
MATT: “Oh dear.” |
MARISHA: Bye. |
MATT: “Goodbye. I have such great pleasure in |
saying goodbye, and good riddance.” |
MARISHA: I leave. |
MATT: You make your way back to the tavern, go |
back into the room, and, exhaustedly, pass out. |
Let’s bring everyone else back in. |
MARISHA: Hi, friends. How’s it going? |
TRAVIS: Are you alive? |
LIAM: I’m sure everything went according to plan. |
TALIESIN: Quiet dignity and grace. |
MATT: As you all come to consciousness in the |
morning, little sore, but recovered–mostly–from |
the battle that wrecked you the evening before. |
The fresh smells of cooked meats, and the sounds |
of various patrons below in the inn tavern floor, |
rouse you to the morning. What do you wish to do? |
LIAM: Ah– |
MARISHA: Hi, guys. Sorry I snuck in last night. |
TRAVIS: How does she look? |
MATT: She’s beat to shit. |
TRAVIS: Oh, fuck! Did you get horse kicked? |
MARISHA: Several times. |
TRAVIS: Damn. How’s the horse look? |
MARISHA: Horse is fucking dead. I ate it. |
TRAVIS: That’s a bit excessive. |
MARISHA: Horse is fucking fine. Hey, Jester, do |
you have a bandage? Do you have a thing? |
LAURA: Oh, yes! Of course I do. I have a lot of |
bandages because I am the cleric. |
TRAVIS: I don’t know if that bone’s supposed to be |
sticking out of that part. |
LAURA: Yes, I’m going to open the medical kit and |
rummage around. Pull out some stuff. Give me your |
wrist! I can definitely heal this. |
TRAVIS: I bet Yasha can pop it back into place. |
MARISHA: Yeah, crack. |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.