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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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.