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Sometimes you gotta do a hard thing.
Sometimes, you have to be the bad guy.
And, sometimes, your heart breaks so much, you do what needs to be done, to fix it up.
Does it matter, that you sacrifice someone, if no one will ever remember they existed? It's not really a sacrifice, is it?
Would it still be murder, when no one knows, when a person is removed completely from existance?
These are the hard questions one must ask themselves, from time to time.
And some of this might explain why we Chase is walking through the front door right now, Old Lace slinking in behind him, like a whipped...velociraptor.
And over his shoulder, carried carefully? The Staff of One, a big old staff with a hoop on the top, a mystic device of great power, that belongs to the teammate he has in chains back home.
He realizes the change an instant too late, as the door slams shut behind him.
"No, not now!"
The staff is planted, firmly gripped, as he channels his will into it. It's rough, but he's done this before.
"O-OPEN!"
The air between him and the door sizzles with the energies released, as the Staff of One attempts to do what simply isn't done.
And fails.
Chase slumps, a look of defeat in his eyes.
Sometimes, you have to be the bad guy.
And, sometimes, your heart breaks so much, you do what needs to be done, to fix it up.
Does it matter, that you sacrifice someone, if no one will ever remember they existed? It's not really a sacrifice, is it?
Would it still be murder, when no one knows, when a person is removed completely from existance?
These are the hard questions one must ask themselves, from time to time.
And some of this might explain why we Chase is walking through the front door right now, Old Lace slinking in behind him, like a whipped...velociraptor.
And over his shoulder, carried carefully? The Staff of One, a big old staff with a hoop on the top, a mystic device of great power, that belongs to the teammate he has in chains back home.
He realizes the change an instant too late, as the door slams shut behind him.
"No, not now!"
The staff is planted, firmly gripped, as he channels his will into it. It's rough, but he's done this before.
"O-OPEN!"
The air between him and the door sizzles with the energies released, as the Staff of One attempts to do what simply isn't done.
And fails.
Chase slumps, a look of defeat in his eyes.
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Noticing Chase, he hesitates, then comes over. "Hey." Teenager who looks upset/worried=attention-getter for this guy.