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"I can tell you don't want to use that thing. So why are you? Nobody is forcing you." Your impressively clear head is giving you just enough focus to not tremble at the gun being pointed at you. "Is it really just for the sake of the game?"
Clover's trigger finger only tenses up more. "It's fair. Ya barged into my office, shot at me, and asked for a gamble. Simple as that. I'm outnumbered six to one and I have no idea how ya'll react if you were to lose. Perhaps y'all are sore losers and try to gang up on me."
Ashley shrugs her shoulders with a half smile. "Honestly? That's fair. I would probably do the same in his shoes."
Casey taps an oddly catchy series of notes onto the table. "It is fair. Doesn't mean we have to like it." Clover's grip loosens for a moment hearing that. Max quickly butts into the conversation to take advantage of this.
"I can tell you're trying too hard. Every single person here is trying a tiny bit too hard to be someone they're not," She glances over at Benjamin. "Except you. Keep being yourself, dear." The goofy smile growing on Benjamin's face says everything you need to know.
"You couldn't even keep that accent up. No one here is going to judge you for stopping the act for a little bit, you know?" Max clasps her hand together. "Seriously. Keeping that up all the time must be eating away at you."
>27! SUCCESS!
The revolver clatters onto the table. His hand shoots out to grab it and while he does so, you can tell whatever resolve he had is crumbling. "L-look, y'all, this is just how it has to work. That's how things here HAVE to be done. Ya know? Ya get me?" <<span class="mu-b">"Shut up, shut up! Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be!"</span>>
[UNSTABLE] GO IN FOR THE GUT PUNCH, NICOLE. WE CAN RIP HIM TO SHREDS NOW. LET'S DO THIS.
"Uh huh." Every inch of your body crackles with an invigorating mixture of adrenaline (both artificially induced by your implant and natural), the powder still coursing through your system, and trickles of raw psychic power. Your mouth stretches into a crooked, deranged 'smile'. "Do you think anyone is falling for this?"
"What? What are ya talking about?" Clover tries to regain his grip on his revolver. <<span class="mu-b">"I recognized that look. That damn flower anomaly...</span>>
"Nicole." Ashley grips tightly onto your shoulder. "I'm not fucking doing this. You are NOT repeating the last mission I was on."
Adam, however, pulls Ashley away from you. He simply shakes his head from side to side. "She doesn't have THAT look. Whatever she's doing, she knows what she's doing."
Max and Benjamin watch on in worried silence, not really sure how to respond to your sudden mood shift.
"Come on, buddy! We all know this is a sham! An act! You're not fooling anyone here!" You lean onto the table. Your arms lay sprawled out across the table, nearly reaching the community cards. "C'mon, pal. Let's talk about who you really are."
<span class="mu-s">Click.</span> "If you make one more move, missy..."
