liverletdie: (I don't have time for this shit)
Tᴏɴʏ "ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ" Sᴛᴀʀᴋ ([personal profile] liverletdie) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs 2024-10-17 06:08 am (UTC)

[ His eyes flick toward the badges, and then toward the mirror, and then back to her.

He's nice enough not to comment on it, but she can't stop his brain from thinking that he always did like a woman who can kick his ass.

He took them, and placed one directly on the ground. Face down.
] Dead end, face down, yeah? That what you want?

[ He walked back the way he came. and at the entrance of a junction, he put it down.

Then he smile, and pointed to the one on (his) right.
] Also went down that way. Dead end.

[ He marked it, very kindly. What a good helper. ]

Is this helping?

[ He's already computing the probabilities of the next few turns on the next turn, but he starts to go down it without asking. One of the mirrors says: "I made an interdimensional prison to trap the people who could be dangerous. Terms of danger are based on my own evaluation." Great. 42 is supposed to be a secret? ]

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