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Click. His cell door opens.
Immediately, he darts up, hoping for a glimpse of Tabi, or his guard friend—anyone, really, but to his disappointment, he's met with another unfamiliar face instead.
One of the many “blessed” iron swords, then, come to farm him…
His side still hurts where the last one struck. He doesn't voice it because haha, he's the Chosen One—what do you mean he still feels pain like everyone else?—and he's not really that close with the guard anyway. The one person (somewhat) on his side that he gets the chance to see.
God, he doesn't know his name either… he should really ask sometime, except he's been too busy running to the Gold Level and trying to beat Ferre to do so. Priorities, really, no matter how much he really wants to know. (Really wants to confirm that they're friends.)
Right. The person. Holding the iron sword. He's already dragged himself away from the entrance without realizing it, mind flashing back to last time, again—what do you mean he's going on a tangent?—where they'd dragged out his death.
Evbo, at least, has kept his pride intact through this cycle of deaths. He smiles (begs, in his mind). “Make it quick.”
This one has the kindness to listen, and then it's back to hours of unending darkness before he wakes again.
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Evbo doesn't know why, but he always wakes up in the morning, no matter what. Kill the Chosen One in the afternoon and he'll be “off shift” for the rest of the day, he supposes—floating in whatever sort of limbo that PVP Civilization gives to its inhabitants.
He never really remembers being there, just the temporary sense of peace (since when did he start enjoying it?) before he rolls over again in his Wooden Sword level bed.
3 hits on the armor stand, and he's back on the clock… running down and down and down to meet his guard friend, who's here to sneak him out again!
He swears it, he'll beat Ferre this time. He'll beat him and put an end to all this dying— stabbed by an iron sword one day, a gold sword the next. Eugh.
He'll find a way out and he'll free Tabi and maybe he'll find a way to bring Parrot and his guard friend along too—
Speaking of that guy. He’s standing there at the usual spot, right behind the corner—whoa, he's waving pretty frantically at him. Evbo sprints over, trying to keep quiet (he swears he's gotten better at this whole sneaking thing!), wondering what could have gotten him so excited in the meanwhile.
Maybe it was Tabi. Maybe she found a way out, or maybe she— no, no bad thoughts, man, those totally kill the mood.
“Kid,” he hisses. “You gotta hurry up with your plan. I can only steal so many shifts, and they're starting to get suspicious.”
Seriously? All that fanfare just for that?
All right, he'll be serious… “I know,” he says, looking back at the guard, well… seriously. “I'm working on it.”
“No offense, but you've been ‘working’ on it for a while.”
Uncharacteristic hurt swells up in Evbo and he bites back a you try getting sacrificed every day because of who you are (since when did that bother him so much? It doesn't, he swears—), plasters on a grin, and says, “Like I said. I'll figure it out soon. I'm the Chosen One, after all.”
He ignores the wound still scabbing over on his chest and continues strolling down the hall. Looks back at the guard, standing still with a strange expression, and doesn't ponder it too much— just adds, “Come on, let's go!”
The Chosen One, huh. Even he doesn't believe it sometimes.