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From: [email protected]
Subject: Interviewing for a documentary
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Howdy
Hello there!
My name is Prismarina, a water witch from the Evermoor, and I'm a huge fan of you and all the other emperors. I'm making a documentary on the rift, and those who came through it. I'd love to hear your perspective on this odd event. Also, if you could forward the other emperors business emails to me, that would be amazing! Apparently, you are the only one with a work email.
Thanks,
Prismarina
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Greetings Prismarina,
I would love to answer some of your questions about the rift! Unfortunately, I the other emperors don't use email, so I am unable to forward this email. Also, with getting the people from the rift settled, I don't have much time on my hands. How about you email me your questions and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Toodles,
Lord Scott of Chromia
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Lord Scott of Chromia,
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I hope the people from the rift get settled all right. So, my first question is, what did you feel when the people from the rift came through the rift? Were you shocked or scared for your people? I'd ask more questions, but my partner, Bertha, just arrived to take me on a surprise date! I'll send over some more questions when I'm more free.
Sincerely,
Prismarina
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Prismarina,
I sent your well wishes to the people from the rift. They are quite touched by your kindness. When the people from the rift came through the rift, I must admit I was quite terrified. I viewed those odd strangers as threats to my people, and I still consider them potential threats. So far though, they have treated me with kindness, and I shall endeavor to treat them with the same respect. You know the saying. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. By the way, how was your date?
Toodles,
Lord Scott of Chromia
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Lord Scott of Chromia,
The date with Bertha went amazingly! The only problem we experienced was Bertha revealing she was married. Apparently I'm just a side chick. We are still going to be together forever… once I convince them to get rid of Mertha, their wife. So don't worry, everything is finnnnnne. I like your idea about keeping friends close and enemies closer. It might be a good idea to cozy up to that vile Mertha, just so I can keep an eye on her. Sorry about that. I needed to rant. Now, about the rift, how do you feel about the rift closing? That you are stuck with those you deem potential threats?
Sincerely,
Prismarina
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Prismarina,
I'm sorry to hear about your relationship troubles. I myself am struggling with relationships of the friendship type. I'm glad my past email helped you out. I don't really like the fact that the rift is closed. The people from the rift, who have been calling themselves Hermits, seem rather disappointed the rift has closed. I thought that the Hermits would only stay for a little bit, like a vacation, but now we are stuck with them, perhaps forever. I'm worried that the longer they are here, the more danger everyone in every empire is in. Toodles,
Lord Scott of Chromia
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From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Interviewing for a documentary
Lord Scott of Chromia,
Sorry about taking so long to reply. I've been busy with various real life things, like the unpleasant task of befriending Mertha. Mertha is the worst! She likes her tea with honey, not black like a normal person. I mean, who on earth likes sweet tea? Mertha also won't stop talking about Bertha. When will she realize Bertha isn't hers, she's mine! Mine, mine, MINE! Now, my next question for you is how did you feel about one of the Hermits, Tango, disappearing?Oh dear, I've got to go. Mertha just found out about me and Bertha.
Sincerely,
Prismarina
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(Evermoor, a few hours later)
"Oh my Joel! Prismarina, what have you done?!?" Bertha screamed as she held Mertha's quickly cooling corpse.
"She was going to take you away from me, and move with you to some other empire! I couldn't let that happen. I love you." Prismarina declared, still holding on tightly to a bloody knife.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I. DON'T. LIKE. YOU. LIKE. THAT. We are- were just friends and that is it." Bertha said angrily, drenched in Mertha's blood.
"What? But, but, I thought-" Prismarina stuttered as the bloody dagger fell on the floor.
"You thought wrong. You ruined my life, and killed my precious wife for nothing. I hate you." Bertha spat, their voice dripping with venom. Suddenly, a bolt of magic flew through the air, and hit Bertha in the head, killing them. Scott had arrived.
"Sorry I'm late to the party, Prismarina. It appears I came just in time to take care of that… problem." Scott said sinisterly, moments after he killed Bertha.
"Sc-Scott?" Prismarina whispered as she stared blankly as Bertha's corpse, recognizing his face from the Recap News.
"That's Lord Scott to you, witch." Scott said condescendingly. His smile seemed to have a malicious look to it as it split across his face.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why did you kill Bertha?" Prismarina cried.
"I hid behind an online persona. So easy to fake a personality online. All to get you to join me. Of course, I couldn't leave any witnesses, my dear Prismarina. I didn't think you would join me without some… leverage to keep you loyal." Scott started picking at the sleeve of his jacket lazily, like he was growing bored of the conversation
"Leverage? What are you talking about? Prismarina asked curiously. Her hands were shaking, betraying her fear.
"Isn't murder illegal in Evermoor, Prismarina? Or am I mistaken?" Scott asked mockingly.
"Well- well you murdered Bertha!" Prismarina shouted furiously, the loss of her partner starting to sink in. Scott moved closer and grabbed her arm.
"And who is going to believe that? As of right now, you are nothing but a pathetic water witch with blood on your hands. I am a powerful and well respected ruler. They would never think me capable of murder, you silly girl." Scott whispered in Prismarina's ear, like he was telling her a secret.
"Fine. I'll join you. Just don't expect me to be happy about it." Prismarina replied scornfully, as Scott's razor sharp nails tore into her skin. Crimson started to stain her purple sweater.
Scott smiled,"Your unhappiness is my happiness, my dear Prismarina. Now, let's leave this place. I have a lot of plans for you…"