07-12-2021, 20:05:12 PM
Cyan: Surface.
The sniper is fairly short, about five and a quarter feet tall, and built lightly to boot. They're wearing some kind of camouflage-patterned uniform which covers their whole body. The communication thing they're using is apparently shut off, because the static-y radio voice they previously had is gone. They're whispering something under their breath. They aren't moving. Eventually they stop whispering and actually say something.
Adventurers... kill me if you must, but spare the others. Please. They've done nothing to harm you. They've done nothing wrong. What have we done that you've come here to kill us? Did the Guild send you? Did the President? One of the foreign powers? Are you going to gloat?
Well, I'm going to gloat if no one else is. Ha! Look at you! Failing like that, on the ground. Guess you couldn't protect your loved ones! You're such a failure!
Kellensea continues gloating and taunting the wounded sniper, who's developed a spreading patch of blood partway up their leg. Eventually she finishes her vicious jabs.
Right. So, you heard the question. Answer it.
Instead of answering the question, the sniper just groans in pain.
Please, I don't understand your question. Please, Please, spare them. Take me, spare them. They... need to live.
They have genuine terror in their voice, and continue begging to be taken instead of their friends.
The sniper is fairly short, about five and a quarter feet tall, and built lightly to boot. They're wearing some kind of camouflage-patterned uniform which covers their whole body. The communication thing they're using is apparently shut off, because the static-y radio voice they previously had is gone. They're whispering something under their breath. They aren't moving. Eventually they stop whispering and actually say something.
Adventurers... kill me if you must, but spare the others. Please. They've done nothing to harm you. They've done nothing wrong. What have we done that you've come here to kill us? Did the Guild send you? Did the President? One of the foreign powers? Are you going to gloat?
Well, I'm going to gloat if no one else is. Ha! Look at you! Failing like that, on the ground. Guess you couldn't protect your loved ones! You're such a failure!
Kellensea continues gloating and taunting the wounded sniper, who's developed a spreading patch of blood partway up their leg. Eventually she finishes her vicious jabs.
Right. So, you heard the question. Answer it.
Instead of answering the question, the sniper just groans in pain.
Please, I don't understand your question. Please, Please, spare them. Take me, spare them. They... need to live.
They have genuine terror in their voice, and continue begging to be taken instead of their friends.
I am the They who says it!