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Easy

Trivial

This is a topic she will not allow herself to get into.

Medium

They make a mess together, with joy and abandon. But she stares at it all day on her own.

Medium

But she hasn't asked you to leave. She must be very lonely.

Formidable

Five feet above your head, the bedroom window. Glass still bearing the dots and lines of bedtimes past, her fingers tracing a map of stars to guide the little ones to sleep.

Legendary

ALL THESE MEN SHOULD BE CASTRATED.

Easy

He stared at her mouth, disbelief, wonder. His dreams come to life. He asked her if she remembered his fantasy, offered her the job on the spot.

Medium

You're making her uncomfortable.

Formidable

Because of the Miracle Line. She thinks of you as a client.

Easy

THE MARKET IS A MAD GOD, A BEING OF LOW IMPULSES AND HIGH POWER. IT CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO STEER US.

Legendary

The shelf behind her is stuffed with papers, handwritten. She isn't short on study time, but she isn't sending her work in.

Medium

Hopeful, shy. She just needs some gentle encouragement.

Easy

She hears that a lot. She was hoping for something unrelated to her physical attributes.

Formidable

She is a hostage to the phone.

Challenging

To you. Because you're a client.

Medium

Challenging

Smiling, but her voice is hard.

Challenging

A dramatic change in her voice.

Challenging

She's excited about the prospect of you being a therapist, play into it.

Formidable

Ooh, ooh, do the torture.

Medium

'A Canny Method'? An Advanced Cognitive Manoeuvre?!

Medium

Hunched over the phone, desperately thumping his half-flaccid cock while teenagers laugh just a few feet away. Duchess' voice in his ear, claiming that it wants him.

Easy

She's hovering by a sink full of dirty dishes, offer to help with them.

Medium

The dishes she hands you are hot, clean, and faintly lemon scented.

Legendary

Medium

Sounds like how her sister in the magazine offices dredged out your cryptonym.

Easy

Yeah, she did it to us in the basement!

Challenging

She laughs, but there's an edge to it.

Challenging

She's not her sister, in other words.

Medium

Neither particle nor wave, but some other fundamental entity, uniting and penetrating all things at once.

Medium

Become foam-gäng.

Medium

What she's describing is hyper-tier psychic surgery. Someone like you could do massive damage with such a technique.

Challenging

A pleasant little shiver as they pop against the edges.

Legendary

You can already see how. A lightness of the mind, a willingness to let go of yourself. You could step straight into the void with her if you dare.

Medium

Your heart flutters, races. This is scary -- awesome!

Medium

Your body dissolves, separates, but coheres.

Medium

You can still feel hard edges against you, even as your mind splits into pieces.

Challenging

Can you be sure this is really your mind and not some psychic fabrication of hers?

Formidable

In retrospect, the whole thing smells like a massive set-up. Already the unseen enemy had you all in their grasp.

Formidable

Your heart hollows. Just a thumping muscle where the feeling should be.

Formidable

Stupid. No gifts. No drinks. No friends.

Formidable

A wave of despair. The friends you abandoned, the promise of camaraderie you made a lie of.

Challenging

IMMATERIALIST SENTIMENTALISM.

Challenging

You're not afraid of any empty space. Fill it the fuck in.

Challenging

It's our sad place, our pain zone. Everybody fucking get ready.

Easy

It went so well with HOLOCENE.

Challenging

A new Advanced Cognitive Manoeuvre for your operant's grimoire.

Formidable

You are going to turn him inside out with this.

Medium

Sounds like how the EMTERR interrogator in the magazine offices dredged out your cryptonym.

Easy

She keeps glancing at those dirty dishes; you could offer to help while she explains.