You know anything about fairy tales? We were given gifts and a corresponding name depending on our faction. So like... we had Wicked Witch, Little Red Riding Hood, shit like that...
[Sighing some as he begins searching through the kitchen for some bowls and a pan. Might as well make himself breakfast if he's gonna explain this nonsense]
Anyway, we had two ... jailors, you could say: Tiger-sama and Dragon-sama. Dragon-sama wanted balance, Tiger wanted only one faction to win. Depending on what happened, they'd enact their own happy ending that affected everyone.
[And a tiger and a dragon, too. It's a very interesting fantastical premise - one that would be good enough for a book, if it didn't involve actual people. Anaido sips on his noodles.]
She managed to convince enough of us that the deaths would be worth it in the end. She'd used her, uh, powers to bring everyone back and end the grudge that had trapped her and Tiger-sama for so long.
Well, it might be harder to just up and kill people, since we all know what to expect. But it is also hard to just trust each other, especially since we come from different places.
Eleven people in our place had to die for the ritual... [Now he's looking thoughtful.] Do you think they'd impose a rule like that on us again? It's likely, isn't it?
[He's tired of not being able to move about freely, to simply kick a problem in the head and let it lie. But he's dealt with this for eight weeks already; much as it sucks, he'll force himself to be patient]
... But until then, eat your food before it gets cold, shithead.
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The castle...you said that before. You were in a castle before all of this?
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[And by balance he means "murder"]
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What kind of factions?
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[Ticking off every faction name with his fingers]
You know anything about fairy tales? We were given gifts and a corresponding name depending on our faction. So like... we had Wicked Witch, Little Red Riding Hood, shit like that...
[Sighing some as he begins searching through the kitchen for some bowls and a pan. Might as well make himself breakfast if he's gonna explain this nonsense]
Anyway, we had two ... jailors, you could say: Tiger-sama and Dragon-sama. Dragon-sama wanted balance, Tiger wanted only one faction to win. Depending on what happened, they'd enact their own happy ending that affected everyone.
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[And a tiger and a dragon, too. It's a very interesting fantastical premise - one that would be good enough for a book, if it didn't involve actual people. Anaido sips on his noodles.]
And what happened? Who won?
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[...]
She managed to convince enough of us that the deaths would be worth it in the end. She'd used her, uh, powers to bring everyone back and end the grudge that had trapped her and Tiger-sama for so long.
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[Huh.]
So altogether a good ending to your fairytale story.
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[Expression softening a bit before he shrugs]
I mean, now I gotta deal with this mess, but that's about what I expect from my luck.
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Out of the frying pan into the fire, huh? How terrible.
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[He's already thinking the long game here, and it sets a frown on his face]
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[They're between a rock and a hard place, here.]
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[They're practically split into factions already.]
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How do you suppose we can band together, then?
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That's the only way my castle got their shit together in the end. We knew the stakes, knew what we had to do, and carried it out.
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So people had to die. We just were forced to coordinate who went.
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[Yikes.]
Eleven people in our place had to die for the ritual... [Now he's looking thoughtful.] Do you think they'd impose a rule like that on us again? It's likely, isn't it?
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[His mouth thinning into a line. God, this already sounds like a shitshow]
Of course, we're not gonna know anything until whoever orchestrated this shit comes forth.
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[He sighs.]
It's such a bad thought, I know, but I just want things to get moving on. Just make it happen. Make the shoe drop, you know?
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[He's tired of not being able to move about freely, to simply kick a problem in the head and let it lie. But he's dealt with this for eight weeks already; much as it sucks, he'll force himself to be patient]
... But until then, eat your food before it gets cold, shithead.
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[Anaido sure doesn't seem to care if he's called bad names, huh...]
[He slurps up his soup.]
Oh, by the by. [He moves the soup to one hand, outstretching the other.] I'm Anaido.
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[With a slight smile he can't hide, Sanji reaches out and gives the hand a firm shake.
... can't believe he's adopting an amnesiac.]
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It's a pleasure, Sanji. Thanks again for the soup.