Hn. 'Course, playing along with the game and giving up are two different things.
[He leans into his seat, and stares at the ceiling for a moment]
We need more time to cover our bases, break into every shitty cabin we gotta... but that means we keep the game going for as long as possible... and that means someone's gonna die every Friday, at least.
[Rather suddenly, his eyes sharpen on the other, bringing him back into focus]
If you're put in a position where someone's death will lead to everyone's salvation, what will you do? Murder them, or hope that being merciful won't come back to bite you in the ass?
[this conversation took a rather morbid turn, and it takes Akira by surprise how sharp Sanji's voice and gaze are. he reels back a bit, mouth falling open, before his own expression hardens, a shadow crossing his one good eye]
. . . when the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to makes sure that everyone makes it home alive.
[Holding that gaze, and there is something almost savage lurking underneath the harshness of his expression, like an executioner sizing up a prisoner on trial]
[it's incredible how, after everything he's been through, Akira doesn't look away even when Sanji's gaze seems to bare right through him. he doesn't relax until Sanji does, breathing out a deep exhale he hadn't realized he was holding]
What it means is that Heart has gotta keep hands off for the most part, but I don't doubt they'll make me work overtime in some way for calling them old.
[Maybe Sanji enjoys a good bully session and knows he will suffer for it? Maybe.
Though it doesn't escape his notice, Akira's reaction to his stare, and that seems to put the chef even more at ease -- or at least, he is no longer interested in playing morality politics.]
-- I was never good at anything besides cooking, so.
[IF THIS IS A RIDDLE, HE IS GONNA BE NO HELP]
I didn't even know crayons came in twistables.
[A pause, however]
... Heart being the normal box doesn't surprise me, though. In their journal -- well, it's a small detail, so I don't think it'll hurt to share it -- they mentioned how confused they were that they'd gotten pulled into this bullshit with Winter and Shadow. Like they were the odd one out.
[huh. Akira gives the normal box a thoughtful look]
Maybe. . . though I'm sure that'd make a lot more sense if we knew why they were named after crayon colors and why those particular crayons were missing from the box in the first place.
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[He leans into his seat, and stares at the ceiling for a moment]
We need more time to cover our bases, break into every shitty cabin we gotta... but that means we keep the game going for as long as possible... and that means someone's gonna die every Friday, at least.
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[watching Snaji with his one-eyed gaze, though he seems to be so caught up in his own thoughts that he's staring right through him]
. . . but the longer we draw this out, the more we're going to suffer.
Shadows said that to me when I mentioned not wanting too many people to die.
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The only reason the castle won is because we decided the suffering was worth the goal.
[Sanji's voice isn't cruel, but it forms into steel as he looks through Akira as well]
If there's a way to make sure everyone can win, then I'll make it happen.
[No matter the cost.]
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[and there's fire in Akira too as he utters those words, chin up, defiance etched in his expression]
We both will. Nobody will get left behind.
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[Rather suddenly, his eyes sharpen on the other, bringing him back into focus]
If you're put in a position where someone's death will lead to everyone's salvation, what will you do? Murder them, or hope that being merciful won't come back to bite you in the ass?
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[this conversation took a rather morbid turn, and it takes Akira by surprise how sharp Sanji's voice and gaze are. he reels back a bit, mouth falling open, before his own expression hardens, a shadow crossing his one good eye]
. . . when the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to makes sure that everyone makes it home alive.
I swear to it.
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Sounds good.
[Clucking his tongue like none of that happened]
I suppose I can agree to work with ya, until I get busy.
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Until you get busy?
[LIGHTLY AMUSED]
What's that mean?
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[Maybe Sanji enjoys a good bully session and knows he will suffer for it? Maybe.
Though it doesn't escape his notice, Akira's reaction to his stare, and that seems to put the chef even more at ease -- or at least, he is no longer interested in playing morality politics.]
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[and then, with a bit of amusement]
Do I owe them a thanks for you agreeing to work with me?
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[HISSING CAT MODE ACTIVATED]
I do what I want, and I told that bastard the same! The only reason I'm still here is you're not as annoying as I thought you'd be!
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Oh.
I appreciate that compliment.
[also he is shrugging off his drawstring backpack and placing it on the ground so he can dig something out of it]
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This is the last thing we found that we think is important, by the way. These boxes were in the cabinet of the arts and crafts cabin.
Each box is only missing one color. The missing colors correspond with our directors.
Winter Wizard in the scented box, Purple Heart in the normal box, and Black Shadows in the twistable box.
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[IF THIS IS A RIDDLE, HE IS GONNA BE NO HELP]
I didn't even know crayons came in twistables.
[A pause, however]
... Heart being the normal box doesn't surprise me, though. In their journal -- well, it's a small detail, so I don't think it'll hurt to share it -- they mentioned how confused they were that they'd gotten pulled into this bullshit with Winter and Shadow. Like they were the odd one out.
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Maybe. . . though I'm sure that'd make a lot more sense if we knew why they were named after crayon colors and why those particular crayons were missing from the box in the first place.
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[Hm]
Regardless, we're gonna need to break into every cabin we can find, I bet.
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[break into every locked room they could!1]