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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">Winning Vote</span></span>: <span class="mu-i">Work together</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">33 Diplomacy vs. DC 25</span></span>
"No offense, but I don't think I can trust you enough to <span class="mu-i">let you in</span>," you tell the demon wrapped in brown cloth. Her mismatched green eyes blaze at you from within the shadow of her hood. You raise your hands to placate her, showing off the shackles and chains that have you bound. That and the olive branch you extend sees her glare wane, as you say, "But if you want to fight at my side that badly... break me free of these shackles, and we can drive out the witch together."
The demon rises to her feet. Beneath the tattered brown cloth, her legs are remarkably human. No, more than human, they are a mirror of your own, shaved clean as is your habit. When she reaches your full height, the brown cloth is left in a rather dangerous position, where too much movement might reveal your secrets to the world. It's barely long enough to leave anything down there covered.
"<span class="mu-s">Together...</span>" for the first time since you've heard it, a happy note rings in the demon's voice.
With that happy word upon her lips, she bursts towards you at speeds the eye cannot follow, kicking up the wooden scrap of the crate from whence she emerged. The Witch of Depravity watches on in silence, her arms crossed beneath her luscious breasts, her eyes taking in everything the demon does while the gears in her mind whir in calculation. A clang fills the air and wind rushes past your body, before the sound of metal getting torn into shreds by sheer tensile force rings through the void.
The shackles shatter. The demon grabs your right arm firmly by the wrist. This close, the shadows of her hood cannot hide the shape of her face from you. You dread what it means when you see what you feared to see; this demon has your voice, your body, your face. Everything the same except for a pair of blazing green eyes, mirrors of your own. Her right eye is ordinary, and her left eye is obsidian with a certain sigil engraved upon it.
Your eyes meet. She grins as you frown.
Then she shoves your hand straight through her heart, declaring that, "<span class="mu-s">We'll fight <span class="mu-i">together</span>, even if we can't fight as one. If you won't embrace us, wield us! For we alone know the form of the ultimate weapon...!</span>"
<span class="mu-s">The demon's body molds itself into a vision of your dark history. Something terribly embarrassing from your childhood, that your young and foolish self would have certainly declared the ultimate weapon.<span class="mu-r">Roll 1d20 and 1d100</span></span>
>The Holy Sword Everbloom! The weapon that promises victory to Princess Knight Louise!
>The Litany of Blackthorn! A superweapon created by Supreme Inventor R for use by Agent L.
>The Rose Cutter! A scythe sung from the World Tree by Spirit Queen Elian, its sharpness... is sharpness itself.
[Nat 100: Get to use her weapon form (temporarily) without letting her in]
