[ . . . . 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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.... 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.