[Well. Girge didn't get a single vote despite being the first one to be outed, so honestly? He did well. 10/10, would take his soul on loan again.
While Andersen moves in front of Heather, it won't really spare her from any ill effects the Unclean may wish to deal to her. The blue light intensifies, each movement of her tendrils causing the breeze to change directions. The putrid smell of rotten fish guts invades the air, overpowering whatever remains from Akane's execution — though, as always? Girge won't perceive a thing. These are the benefits of having no soul to resonate with the horrors of this realm.]
I don't really care.
[Bluntly, her voice still as horrifying as it was a minute ago to both Heather and Andersen. Pretend everything is in zalgo text from here on out.]
If you wish to bore me, I could very well leave and void the sacrifice of your peers. [Yeah.] But to honor my little one [thank fuck for Girge], I'll refrain. For now.
[There's something of a pause here, and if eldritch abominations can laugh? The Unclean is definitely laughing.]
I have a better idea to make up for your flaws, Andersen. Kneel.
[And before Andersen can even properly process the Unclean's words, he's going to find his body moving on its own. More specifically, he prostrates himself on the ground with enough speed and force to potentially break his glasses — along with his nose.
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While Andersen moves in front of Heather, it won't really spare her from any ill effects the Unclean may wish to deal to her. The blue light intensifies, each movement of her tendrils causing the breeze to change directions. The putrid smell of rotten fish guts invades the air, overpowering whatever remains from Akane's execution — though, as always? Girge won't perceive a thing. These are the benefits of having no soul to resonate with the horrors of this realm.]
I don't really care.
[Bluntly, her voice still as horrifying as it was a minute ago to both Heather and Andersen. Pretend everything is in zalgo text from here on out.]
If you wish to bore me, I could very well leave and void the sacrifice of your peers. [Yeah.] But to honor my little one [thank fuck for Girge], I'll refrain. For now.
[There's something of a pause here, and if eldritch abominations can laugh? The Unclean is definitely laughing.]
I have a better idea to make up for your flaws, Andersen. Kneel.
[And before Andersen can even properly process the Unclean's words, he's going to find his body moving on its own. More specifically, he prostrates himself on the ground with enough speed and force to potentially break his glasses — along with his nose.
Sorry, my dude.]