Mun wants largos at scorched.

[thenightsurgeon]

Your ad looks and sounds like something out of a GeneCo Surgery of the Month Catalogue.

...Yes, be proud.

[Shrug Shrug. Dude, it's good copy.]

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[heardyoucall]

[He watches you.]

My mundane happens to have that Rotti fellow as well as you wandering about in her useless pate. According to scorched, that disgusting old man would be given immortality.

Tch. He wants to know more.

[And Sanzo is not happy to be a messenger.]

[thenightsurgeon]

[This is so painful for Nathan, so so so painful. Because Rotti Largo. His enemy. his total and complete enemy. But.]

He would. He'd live forever and have the opportunity to torment my daughter, and his employees throughout eternity. Who knows, if his grotesque children don't make an appearance...

[the writer would like to point out the potential of attempting to start a new GeneCo and get Shilo involved.]

Please, encourage your mun to recall that powers are option. He doesn't have to be incapable of dying. [killing the man for centuries would be just fine for him.]

...mine would like to also point out however, that I have...no idea in game about what he did to my wife.

[heardyoucall]

Frankly, I'd just as soon not tell that fat bastard a goddamn thing.

[Sanzo has a thing about people who use others by turning them into murderers.]

[thenightsurgeon]

Is he an overbearing all knowing all suffering prick to you too?

[He likes you already man.]

[heardyoucall]

Always talking out of his ass about his great legacy and about how disgusting and worthless his children are. Talking about leaving vultures guessing.

And he sings. All the time.

[Sanzo gets along quite well with Nathan in his mundane's head so he holds no vitriol toward you. He knows everything, as well, but says nothing on it.]

[thenightsurgeon]

...Does he mention a teenage girl at all? ..Innocent? Pure?

[pause] Well, we can't help that.

[heardyoucall]

[He gives Nathan a raised eyebrow.]

You mean Shilo.

[He's spoken to her here before.]

No, he spends much more time complaining about his own daughter. If he talks about Shilo, he doesn't do it around me. He's decidedly sneaky for an old fat cancerous bag.

[thenightsurgeon]

[Good, because, good. No one talks about Shilo and in Anatole...His lip curls and for a moment he looks murderous.]

I see.

All to the good I suppose.

[heardyoucall]

[Sanzo gives him a serious look, taking a drag from his now-lit cigarette.]

Be careful.

[thenightsurgeon]

[his hands clench.]

I will.

[shilowallace]

...You want them around?

[thenightsurgeon]

I? No. She.

Truthfully though, not she. She's hoping to keep Mag around and your...clone and to do that she feels that other characters would be essential.

The one she's most engrossed in is Rotti.

[They're two sides of the same coin of a sort. Or so his mun might think But then again it's late.]

[shilowallace]

That's...horrible.

Mag...and another me. Great. So that's what you were doing in the basement. Cloning me. Guess that joke isn't as old as we thought it was.

I think I'd rather be alone.

[thenightsurgeon]

[He stares] Truth be told...

[What is he going to say? Is he going to say that this clone is unstable? Is he going to say that he's afraid that at any moment they all might leave because none of them...

No. That's paranoia. That's just death talking.]

....Look at that kiddo. Something we agree on. You and I.

[shilowallace]

[How uncomfortable.]

That's never happened before. [...Or has it. Once upon a time, maybe, not certainly not since she was a little girl. As well they must both know.]

[thenightsurgeon]

...Your mother was the social one out of the both of us.

[shilowallace]

I wish I could have taken some pointers from her. Maybe that would help me.

[thenightsurgeon]

[That's below the belt. It's hard for Nathan not to recoil at that.]

...Yes well.

We can't always get what we want. She would have been the better parent. Obviously.

[shilowallace]

No, I guess we can't. [Like she doesn't know that, honestly.]

[thenightsurgeon]

[His expression turns grim] And there's something else we have in common.

[Neither of them will ever let it go.]

[shilowallace]

[...Nope! Pretty much not ever. Because, you know, sorry for that time when she's bitter about the parenting she received.]

Another genetic dysfunction I guess I'll have to overcome.

[thenightsurgeon]

I'm sorry it seems that you got the worst of my traits. Let me assure you however, no matter how often we speak, that you got the best of your mother's.

[shilowallace]

[Kind of can't help but smile, there.]

I hope so. She was the perfect one, wasn't she?

[thenightsurgeon]

[Nathan looks angry, and then petrified.]

...Rotti.

[beat] Mag's free.

[And so am I. It's what he wants to say.]

I, will make that happen SOMEHOW also we would be so excite to have you.

[thenightsurgeon]

[Nathan's gaze lowers. If he comes, if he comes...he can't come. There's another him there, but what if it's a trick?

His heart is hammering.]

...Hard to do if we're both dead. If we're all dead.

SO EXCITE.

[thenightsurgeon]

[That's it, once in the chest. Nathan freezes and what little good the place has done is destroyed utterly.]

You tried to get my daughter to kill me.

[thenightsurgeon]

[Nathan freezes.]

No. [It wasn't like that.] No, you were the one who nearly drove her crazy.

[But his resolve is weakening.]

[quickcleanpure]

Desperate for a little company?

[thenightsurgeon]

No. emphatically not. It is the writer in her infinite wisdom and mercy.

[quickcleanpure]

Are you sure? I get a little lonely.

...Well. There's always the Kid.

[Absolutely no sense of self-preservation, Graverobber.]