[b]Lion:[/b]

The lion stares, takes the words seriously, thinks about it, and then bolts running as fast as a person in an expensive fursuit can.

Which is to say, the chase mechanic of this game system does not have a difficulty modifier low enough to represent this. 

Eli kicks up like a scorpion flicking their tail and nails the security detail guy between the legs, and as he keels over starts chomping his ear like a feral dog. Red can take it for granted he’s fine when she’s already started running. 

[b]SES:[/b]

Put a pin in this one. This will take a bit of time to work, and the convention is still going. The resources spent have been locked in, and the answers you’ll get are commensurate - but we don’t want to risk the Aevum teams getting too out of synch, and we can take this camera and move it to a different focus. Let me throw this focus up-

[b]Dragon:[/b]

All that, and it’s too late. 

“So that’s who I was?” The eighth head asks. “That’s good.” It looks at the other heads, and the other heads look back. “I don’t think they can learn to talk now. They didn’t want to, before.” His head lowers, chin flat against the surface of the drive in front of Blue, next to the sword she’s thrown down. “It might be better this way. They are giving me most of their attention.” That is to say, the one head talking to you as if through a thick mental fog is talking with most of the brainpower of all eight heads. If the others could speak, they would not be so generous to share.

“We liked you.” He says. It’s not less than saying he loves you, you can love family you don’t like. “You didn’t need us.” It’s not a compliment or reassurance - just a correction. 

…

There’s no more than that, gone is the ability to properly react to Blue. Even determining what he meant by that much took a lot of work from Orange to get across the finish line. 

[b]Crystal:[/b]

-a focus comes back down on a unicorn taking a spiral staircase down, her handmaiden just a step behind her. 

Crystal smiles back at Pink. “Thanks for doing this. I know you’d have done it regardless, but I still consider it as owing a favour.” 

Her makeup is exceptional, her wedding dress fantastical - as in coming from fantasy. To get here has required crossing over from the hotel via a bridge modelled after the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, the canal crossing which would be the last time prisoners would ever see sunlight - for some reason, people got it in their heads that it’s incredibly romantic. 

This comes down a tower adjoining the convention center. When she opens this door, the lights in the convention will shut off, and Crystal will take to a rising black stage, walking up seemingly invisible stairs to hang over the convention and give her speech like a star in space, or an angel giving their proclamation from the heavens - spotlit by the light of the Rose Window at the far end, voice seeming to come from everywhere at once. 

The one side effect of doing this is that she will feel completely and utterly alone above the crowd. In speaking to them, and for them, she cannot be one of them. Then she’ll come back the same way, and alone again but for Pink. And it’s clearly getting to her. 

She hasn’t told Pink what she’s going to say, or do, either. Just that Pink will like it, and it needs to be done. 

Pink?