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Praxagora speaks in a mocking, disdainful voice:
- It looks like a love triangle. Two naughty boys and a bleeding legless torso! If it be love indeed, tell me how much...
Princess Hercules screams in outrage:
- They are... Men! I hate Men! Let's kill them!
(The delinquent ganger crowd of Knife Sisters murmur agreably in appreciation)
Praxagora glances lovingly at Princess Hercules
- Of course, my Love. But I would like to know this one's Name; there is no meaning to a Nameless death. What is your Name, O three-armed One?
>Without hesitating, reply: A Name is merely the guest of the Real.
>Reply evasively: that is a dangerous question, Lady (?) Praxagora (?) To know the Name of a thing is to Possess it, to own and control it...
>(reply with your Name, write-in)
>Er... so you hate all Men, and want to kill them... but, er, those Knife Sisters of yours, er... what... what is that about exactly? If you hate all Men, er... well, those Knife Sisters... er...
>Ask: Are you... Lady Praxagora, of the Verdant Sanctum Palace? What are you doing here?
>Well, the time has finally come. You need to kill everyone. (Write in a weapon and a target)
>(Side with Haukwode, scream at him) Look, you need me to escape this... whatever this is! I am on your side! (Try and persuade Haukwode and the assault team mercenaries to fight the Knife Sisters with you together)
>(Side with Knife Sisters, scream at Praxagora? whilst pointing accusingly at Haukwode) The syndicates have come to demolish your slum! Look, I just killed this Man, this... Spike Headed Man-thing for you! Help me fight these evil syndicate mercenaries! (Try and persuade Praxagora)
>Something else? This is going to be very interesting...
