AKIRA

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[Arching his brows at that first statement? Oh Sanji has questions, sir, but for now, he will focus on the latter]

Oh sure. Keep wanting to pet all of you assholes like you're all farm animals, but otherwise, can't complain.

[Nevermind another Grimm is dead. It's fine. Everything is fine.]

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Did you stay at the petting zoo?

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Ha! Who didn't stay at the shitty petting zoo...

[IT WAS WILD]

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Sooooomeone who really likes tigers?

[didn't Sanji just say he wasn't in the mood for this]

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I'm never feeding you cake again.

[And yet Sanji is so Tired he just rolls with it anyway.]

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How tragic. I'll just have to make do with pie.

[okay, all jokes aside. . .]

. . . how are you holding up?

[Hikage was from the mansion, after all]

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-- Save your concern for Belph and Steph-chan.

[Deflecting. Probably not a surprise. His eyes close with a sigh]

Besides, we got business to discuss, yeah?

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. . . [hah. is Sanji a mind reader?]

Is it about Purple Heart?

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Depends. Did Dick talk to you?

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He did. He left out a whole lot, but I can fill in the blanks.

[. . .]

And I know a little something myself that I'm not about to talk about in public or with anyone else that helps me understand what happened, too.

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... Fine.

[Folding his arms]

I'll be blunt -- both him and I are looking to protect Heart from too much harassment, which is why we're leaving out details. That, and I don't feel like bodying half the camp.

First, tell me what he told you, and if I think I gotta anything, I will; otherwise you can tell me what you know.

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It's not just harassment you need to be worried about. It's potential consequences.

[he lifts a hand, as though to indicate that one time Heart got their hand stabbed at trial]

So as far as protecting Heart goes, on 100% on board with both of you. It's why I'm not asking for more details.

[he'll hear what Sanji has to say, but he won't request too much more than what Dick told him, if anything else at all]

. . . he told me that you saw some of Heart's memories, only with people you knew swapped in for the people they knew. Heart could see what was happening the entire time and interjected to save you all. The injuries you received in the memories were partially healed along the way.

He also mentioned. . . that the rest of the people from our games are here. All of them.

And they're all asleep.

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... More or less, yeah.

[A quiet nod]

We don't know where they're being stored, just like we're not sure how long anyone's been asleep, either.

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And Dick didn't ask if we were asleep before we were on the bus, either.

. . . so it's impossible to tell how long any of us have really been here.

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You got it.

Our sense of time might have been fucked from the start.

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[a nod]

Based on what the counselors say about having been here for a long time, I'm beginning to suspect that technically we have, too.

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Hn, I'm not gonna rule it out.

[The only reason he's keeping his options open is, well...

A pause, and he glances at Akira]

So, what did you find out? You break into one of the cabins, too?

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The arts and crafts cabin.

It was, to put it into simple terms, a total shitshow.

[he's fine now but he sure was covered in SO MUCH BLOOD despite being relatively uninjured sooooo?? what's up with that???]

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... So did you guys have to paint with your shitty innards, or...?

[GRUESOME]

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[quickly]

No! No, thank god.

[THAT WOULD'VE BEEN AWFUL]

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I had to make sure; I got an axe lodged in my shoulder, so...

[he would have believed Akira if he said they had to make macaroni art out of their spleens]

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[IMMEDIATELY LOOKING AT HIS SHOULDER]

Dick mentioned that. You got it looked at, right?

[stop deflecting]

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Oi, I already did my sharing and caring! Get to the good shit! What happened!

[Also deFENSIVELY HIDING HIS SHOULDER]

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[his mouth twitches into a smile, but that smile fades as his gaze grows distant. as he tries to remember. . .]

When we entered the cabin we were shown the mansion. It was. . . covered in the blood and gore of all of the murders that took place there. The corpses were left in their final resting spots, too. Ever time we found one, our. . . memories of what happened in the mansion were altered. We remembered scapegoating an innocent person who survived in reality, or failing to save anyone at all when we all made it out safely. Things like that.

[a pause, and he doesn't elaborate more before moving on]

Every time we touched a corpse it faded away and left behind a pink note with one of the camp rules written on it. One of the notes was bloodied and crumbled and all that was written on it was "winner take all" in all capital letters, repeated ad nauseam.

After collecting those notes, we made it to the attic of the mansion where we each got into a-- a fight with more illusions of people we knew. [NO MORE ELABORATION THERE, EITHER] When the fight ended, we woke up in the arts and crafts cabin.

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[That is... a lot to hear.

And specifically, Sanji knows better than to pry with the finer details. Instead he tilts his head, assessing]

What do you make of what you found?