<br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bravato</span></div>(https://i.imgur.com/zqADNrV.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/GbKkePs.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3oLwvYL.jpg)<br/></div><hr/><div align="center"><br/><strong>Model A1:</strong> unconscious  -  <strong>Model A2:</strong> unconscious  -  <strong>Model A3:</strong> dead<br/><br/><strong>Model B1:</strong> unconscious -  <strong>Model B2:</strong> dead  -  <strong>Model B3:</strong> unconscious<br/><br/></div><hr/><br/>Bravato glared at the party when they started asking for trust and assistance, their apologies, however sincere, seeming to fall on deaf ears, "You have a lot of nerve asking for help after killing my sisters like that. While you may not be sent by the witch, though even that I'm not fully sure of, it's clear that doesn't make you friends. For all I know you're naught but opportunistic looters trying to plunder the manor's treasures while destroying everything in your path" he said, taking a step back away from them, "Is Chinoise even still alive? or did you leave her in pieces on the floor as well?" he accused, "To answer your request: no I won't come with you, because I don't trust you. And even if I<em>did</em>trust you I don't<em>like</em>you. And even if I<em>did</em>trust and I<em>did</em>like you, I still wouldn't come because I'm a cowardly bastard" he announced, apparently having no shame at all at admitting his lack of courage.<br/><br/>As this exchange went on, the dancing dolls began to stir again. Slowly picking themselves up with a mixture of grunts and groans, their limbs still twitching and jerking a bit "Is it over?""I can move myself again""Oh thank goodness""Are you alright?""I'm ok""me too" the quartet muttered amongst themselves, running their hands over each other and embracing, happy to be cut from their waxy strings,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">trigger warning: grief</div><div class="spoiler_body">"what about you two, are you alri-..." one asked, looking across the stairs to the other two dolls. The four dolls froze, however, when they saw the scatterings of porcelain and metal. Even though their faces were molded in a single expression, unlike the expressive Bravato, the party could see the dots connecting in their heads, the shock and disbelief playing in their body language, "B2? A3?....""...no..." they clamored to their feet and made their way over to the remains of their fellow dancers, kneeling around them. "no no no no no...." they muttered in denial, their shaking hands gathering up the pieces in little piles, as if it might somehow put them back together, "A3B2...please no..." they could not cry, nor even mimic the sound of crying, but the sorrow in their voices was palpable. </div></div>