[Hey Haru, you enjoying the new areas? So is Amelia, but unfortunately, there are pigs and it's mem time.]
MEMORY: ASSASSINS
It was supposed to be a secret meeting, until it was interrupted by assassins. You flee to the courtyard alongside your cousin, a thin and handsome young man, and your father, a man very much the opposite in stature.
BOOM!
An explosion from the guesthouse you just fled from splinters the door and two silhouettes appear in the destroyed doorway. Four silver daggers shoot from their direction and tear through the air toward your father.
"Look out!" someone yells.
In that moment, you deftly swipe your cape. There's a flash of white light before three of the daggers go clattering to the ground. Your father catches the fourth with his bare hand, then drops it without ceremony.
"HOLY CRAP!" the assassins yell in unison.
"Fools!" you roar, pointing an angry finger at the assassins. "You have turned your backs against heavenly truth by sullying your hands with evil! Watch your instruments of destruction break before my Justice!"
There you stand, fiery and defiant, and about 140 percent more dramatic than is necessary. And in a moment of epic glory, you actually begin rising into the air.
... Or not. In reality, your father has grabbed you by the back of your cape and lifted you up like a kitten.
"Stand aside, Amelia," he booms. "This is no place for a little girl." Then he tosses you aside. You land gracefully, not once faltering in your fearless dignity.
One of the assassins takes this opportunity to charge at your father, who squares his shoulders and prepares to lock horns.
"Foooools!" he roars imperiously and swings his tightly clenched fist at the assassin.
POW!
The assassin practically bounces off his fist and goes flying into a wall, hitting it with an audible crunch and then sliding down to the floor in a heap.
"I know not why you support this conspiracy!" he booms, stepping towards his attacker. He then launches into a long, solemn speech... to a guy who appears to be dead, judging by the severe angle at which his neck is bent. "Have you no family!?" he demands of the corpse. "Open your eyes!"
He does not open his eyes.
"Morally abasing yourselves in this manner brings your family nothing but grief and shame! I care not for unnecessary violence." He points to the other assassins. "If you look into your own hearts and reflect, and leave this place at once, I shall hold no grudge against you!"
The other assassins run over to check on their dead partner. One feels for a pulse; the others mumble among themselves, and all of them glance at your father.
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Week 4, Tuesday
BOOM!
An explosion from the guesthouse you just fled from splinters the door and two silhouettes appear in the destroyed doorway. Four silver daggers shoot from their direction and tear through the air toward your father.
"Look out!" someone yells.
In that moment, you deftly swipe your cape. There's a flash of white light before three of the daggers go clattering to the ground. Your father catches the fourth with his bare hand, then drops it without ceremony.
"HOLY CRAP!" the assassins yell in unison.
"Fools!" you roar, pointing an angry finger at the assassins. "You have turned your backs against heavenly truth by sullying your hands with evil! Watch your instruments of destruction break before my Justice!"
There you stand, fiery and defiant, and about 140 percent more dramatic than is necessary. And in a moment of epic glory, you actually begin rising into the air.
... Or not. In reality, your father has grabbed you by the back of your cape and lifted you up like a kitten.
"Stand aside, Amelia," he booms. "This is no place for a little girl." Then he tosses you aside. You land gracefully, not once faltering in your fearless dignity.
One of the assassins takes this opportunity to charge at your father, who squares his shoulders and prepares to lock horns.
"Foooools!" he roars imperiously and swings his tightly clenched fist at the assassin.
POW!
The assassin practically bounces off his fist and goes flying into a wall, hitting it with an audible crunch and then sliding down to the floor in a heap.
"I know not why you support this conspiracy!" he booms, stepping towards his attacker. He then launches into a long, solemn speech... to a guy who appears to be dead, judging by the severe angle at which his neck is bent. "Have you no family!?" he demands of the corpse. "Open your eyes!"
He does not open his eyes.
"Morally abasing yourselves in this manner brings your family nothing but grief and shame! I care not for unnecessary violence." He points to the other assassins. "If you look into your own hearts and reflect, and leave this place at once, I shall hold no grudge against you!"
The other assassins run over to check on their dead partner. One feels for a pulse; the others mumble among themselves, and all of them glance at your father.
They run.
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he flinches back to reality. the violence is still kind of a lot for someone like him, but even so, ]
...Your dad is pretty cool too.
[ RUNS IN THE FAMILY ]
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My dad can make even hardened killers turn and flee in shame with just a few stern words!
[and also the bone-shattering punch.]
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You said he was the one who taught you about justice, right?