>>5276065>>5276075>>5276083>>5276098>>5276101>>5276109>Allow the dhampir to handle it.“Then, can you handle it?” You afford the dhampir a wide breadth with a step back into the water. “You’ve the experience here.”
“Aha. Yes, of course.” Ava takes a step forward, the rapiers at her sides, and clears her throat. “I’ve never bedded a copy of myself before, so–gah!”
A bullet-like projectile of solidified slime arcs toward the dhampir’s chest, a spike of hardened mercury that she just narrowly sidesteps and, in turn, flies toward you. It halts just inches from your nose before it recedes back into the slime–its shape gradually undulating, ooze warping and splaying out into a thin, membrane-like dress that flutters over porcelain skin.
“Oh. Hmm. I didn’t know Noelle was so fast..” The dhampir observes nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just been nearly speared in twain.
“A-ah..” The doll gasps. “I didn't know my legs were so stubby..”
The mimic doll cracks and twists limbs into strange movements, a slime “limb” angling up at her side and twisting into the shape of the doll’s knife. She wobbles uneasily, as if in wait for the dhampir to make her move.
“How curious. You know, father wrote that mimics copy memories of the person to imitate them, but I’d never thought they could pull memories of others..” Ava places a hand on her chin. “Well, I thought to flirt a little, but I don’t want to encroach on your territory, Von Gundyr, so..”
“Are you done?” You ask in exasperation.
>Let Ava take care of her, even if it is a little weird.>Take charge yourself with your rifle.>Allow the berserker to take care of it.>Allow the doll to handle it.>Write-In. 