[he's got mead, a quiet corner of the kitchen, and that's where Lili will find him -- expression unremarkable save for how it's a few shades paler than normal. Even hearing her approach, his gaze flickers to the side, quiet]
But I'd... heh. I'd do anything for Steph-chan and Belph, so.
[A shrug. It is what it is. He has no reason to pretend he's unaffected, or that he has a right to any level of grief. Instead he'll hang himself in the middle of both extremes, with another sip of his mead]
Anyway, I got pulled into the forest with Anaido and Ash. They already talk to you?
[He already fuckin said that but this time with a huge smile and says the only reason this kitchen isn't a wasteland of fire and hatred is because he's too tired to move]
Though y'know, before Sanji downs the last of his mead, he WILL say]
Actually... we couldn't get the shitty thing down, though I don't know if that's because we're the only ones who can see it, or someone used a power or special prize.
Too convenient and fuckin' annoying. I don't know how shit went down where you came from, but in the castle, we could at least take a closer look at what we investigated on Fridays.
[So I say but I can't remember so laskjalskf maybe Sanji is a lying liar who lies.]
The format of the different competitions definitely sounds... odd.
On that note - I have a question. You're from the castle, right? I heard the numbers of your remaining was rather important to getting your ending. Could you tell me more?
[A little hum because frankly, she is not the first to ask him this, and he gives a nod in response]
First things first -- the numbers came down to ink. All of us had our blood replaced with it. [Or perhaps they were just drawn into a living, breathing story and were a reflection of that truth? Eh. It doesn't matter, Sanji decides]
And ink is what our hosts were after. The more people who died, the more ink was available to determine the fates of themselves and everyone else. We got ink for completing missions and shit like that, too.
... Tiger-sama wanted one faction to be the winner. As quick and clean as we could make it, which would leave enough ink for her to get what she wanted, and send anyone who was still alive back to their homes. Dragon-sama asked for balance -- at least three people of the three factions to be left alive. It meant a lot more shitty bodies hitting the floor, but in return, she'd give us all of the accumulated ink to use as we saw fit, including bringing the dead back.
[Folding his arms]
'Course, it took months to gather all of this information, but that's the gist of it.
[ . . . . huh. she wrinkles her nose a little bit at the explanation - the idea of everyone's blood being replaced with ink, and the idea that so many people would need to die in order to truly get what they all wanted to happen.]
.... I can't disclose why yet, but I think there's a chance that the numbers of us on each team here are relevant. Even if it's not something as obvious as for collecting a certain amount of a resource.
It's something to keep in mind, at least, and notice as our numbers continue to fluctuate.
Think of 'em as... a clean-up crew. If someone were to step too much outta line, Tiger-sama and Dragon-sama would make them kill someone of the hosts' choosing.
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W2 || DEATH DAY
Yes, Lili?
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... were you friends?
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[Spoken with a blunt, faint smile]
But I'd... heh. I'd do anything for Steph-chan and Belph, so.
[A shrug. It is what it is. He has no reason to pretend he's unaffected, or that he has a right to any level of grief. Instead he'll hang himself in the middle of both extremes, with another sip of his mead]
Anyway, I got pulled into the forest with Anaido and Ash. They already talk to you?
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... when your friends are suffering, it can hurt almost in an echo, right?
[but she'll listen even as she leans against the kitchen counter.]
Not yet. Mind giving me a report before we talk around the feelings you don't want to admit you're having?
[at least she's blunt.]
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We found a purple glowstick hanging in a tree.
[...]
That's it.
[REPORT OVER]
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Is a glowstick exactly what it sounds like.
[she already
thinks this sounds so stupid.]
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[He already fuckin said that but this time with a huge smile and says the only reason this kitchen isn't a wasteland of fire and hatred is because he's too tired to move]
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hates everything about this and she's just going to close her eyes before letting out a deep, tired, angry sigh.]
I see.
Thank you for your report.
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Though y'know, before Sanji downs the last of his mead, he WILL say]
Actually... we couldn't get the shitty thing down, though I don't know if that's because we're the only ones who can see it, or someone used a power or special prize.
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It seems a bit too - convenient?
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[So I say but I can't remember so laskjalskf maybe Sanji is a lying liar who lies.]
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We had nothing at all to find on Fridays. Everything was done on Saturday.
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They really squeezed you all for time, didn't they?
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The format of the different competitions definitely sounds... odd.
On that note - I have a question. You're from the castle, right? I heard the numbers of your remaining was rather important to getting your ending. Could you tell me more?
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First things first -- the numbers came down to ink. All of us had our blood replaced with it. [Or perhaps they were just drawn into a living, breathing story and were a reflection of that truth? Eh. It doesn't matter, Sanji decides]
And ink is what our hosts were after. The more people who died, the more ink was available to determine the fates of themselves and everyone else. We got ink for completing missions and shit like that, too.
... Tiger-sama wanted one faction to be the winner. As quick and clean as we could make it, which would leave enough ink for her to get what she wanted, and send anyone who was still alive back to their homes. Dragon-sama asked for balance -- at least three people of the three factions to be left alive. It meant a lot more shitty bodies hitting the floor, but in return, she'd give us all of the accumulated ink to use as we saw fit, including bringing the dead back.
[Folding his arms]
'Course, it took months to gather all of this information, but that's the gist of it.
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.... I can't disclose why yet, but I think there's a chance that the numbers of us on each team here are relevant. Even if it's not something as obvious as for collecting a certain amount of a resource.
It's something to keep in mind, at least, and notice as our numbers continue to fluctuate.
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[His voice remains easy going, but there is... something lurking under the surface as he stares into the ceiling again]
Old habits die hard and all. It wouldn't sit right with me if one team got too close to being wiped out when we don't have all of the answers.
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Was it common to lose a large number of people each week at the castle? Since you were all put against each other like that.
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And under normal circumstances, at least two people died.
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Why two?
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[Dryly. Though he amends with:]
... And some of those weeks were Editor kills.
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Editor...?
[SANJI your LORE]
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[a sloping shrug]
Think of 'em as... a clean-up crew. If someone were to step too much outta line, Tiger-sama and Dragon-sama would make them kill someone of the hosts' choosing.
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she seems to actually hesitate a bit at that.]
... we'll have to hope that role doesn't exist there.
[she knows that she is
the definition of stepping too much out of line]
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He nearly arches a brow in his direction, ready to declare that he'd meant that to be open-ended. Surely she doesn't think he's an Editor, does she?
But honestly he's... too fuckin tired to care at this point. About anything. About his past. So he just smiles and nods]
I doubt there is.
Might be other roles, but... not that one.