[ the funny thing is that the shades were almost completely incidental. he'll note that she's smiling, like usual, but right now it's a lot more notably wan than usual. ]
[Of course, she did just go through quite a thing. It's understandable.]
We had to investigate the mansion. But as we did, it was like our memories were rewritten. In the new memories, we failed to find any monsters and kept voting out innocent people.
[ well. somehow, that's not surprising. she's not a very personable ... person, after all. ]
I suppose that wouldn't have been unexpected, all things considered. Though, I'm impressed. ♪ It seems you stumbled across something at least slightly more important than we did.
[ wtf i know i sent this tag, did my internet eat it ]
Hm. So I suppose that's what we're being threatened with if we don't 'win' here too, isn't it? Good to know that I have 'dying by being voted out' to look forward to.
[ but at his question, her eyes lid a little, leaving her smile very flat, and very blank. ]
... Unfortunately, nothing so important. Not like yours. It was the storage area, but... influenced, I suppose. By remnants. Residuals. Whatever we're calling them.
... I'm not sure that it came from our games, necessarily. We fell from the moon. Fought our way through a hundred floors of- shadows and monsters. Ran from death, apparently, and deterred it from chasing us too far...
[ they had to leg their way through a 100 floor dungeon ON FOOT, no one can give them shit for getting locked in. ]
Dealt with a rather ... personal, I suppose, corpse. Destroyed many, many hostile copies of myself and my twin, in a poor facsimile of a factory that should have been abandoned.
[ her tone just gets blander and blander as she lists things out, but these don't sound anything like the mansion, ship, or island, do they? ]
The ... elevator wasn't working. So our only option was the stairs, and going through each maze of a floor on foot.
[ elevator doesn't seem like the word she was initially going to use, but it's fine, probably. the closest equivalent, maybe. ]
But... Haha.
Have I really never mentioned her to you? I could've sworn at least a few people have heard about her in passing... You'd probably like her. She's earnest and outgoing. Much friendlier than I am.
[ 9 is a good girl. and she knows that chuuya's joking, but still, unfortunately her tone is still kind of flat, like it's been for most of this conversation ]
The number doesn't matter. It's just the type of ammo our namesakes are chambered with, after all. Unless you really want to call me Doll Model SSD-D, Unit Number 04673 SF; DSB1-3873 Dual-Track DSI-8 Model SY instead?
[ wryly. her full serial code and unit number is a hell of a mouthful, as it turns out. enough humor leaks back into her tone so it's not completely jarring to hear, at least, but... ]
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[He did not get awesome shades, he just got to make art afterwards. So yeah she looks better.]
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[ the funny thing is that the shades were almost completely incidental. he'll note that she's smiling, like usual, but right now it's a lot more notably wan than usual. ]
... What happened, anyway?
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We had to investigate the mansion. But as we did, it was like our memories were rewritten. In the new memories, we failed to find any monsters and kept voting out innocent people.
...you were one of the ones voted out.
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[ well. somehow, that's not surprising. she's not a very personable ... person, after all. ]
I suppose that wouldn't have been unexpected, all things considered. Though, I'm impressed. ♪ It seems you stumbled across something at least slightly more important than we did.
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What did you guys find?
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Hm. So I suppose that's what we're being threatened with if we don't 'win' here too, isn't it? Good to know that I have 'dying by being voted out' to look forward to.
[ but at his question, her eyes lid a little, leaving her smile very flat, and very blank. ]
... Unfortunately, nothing so important. Not like yours. It was the storage area, but... influenced, I suppose. By remnants. Residuals. Whatever we're calling them.
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[Or. Past. Whatever. He died and it sucked.]
You mean the stuff that came with us from our games, yeah? What did the remnants do?
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[ they had to leg their way through a 100 floor dungeon ON FOOT, no one can give them shit for getting locked in. ]
Dealt with a rather ... personal, I suppose, corpse. Destroyed many, many hostile copies of myself and my twin, in a poor facsimile of a factory that should have been abandoned.
[ her tone just gets blander and blander as she lists things out, but these don't sound anything like the mansion, ship, or island, do they? ]
Not all necessarily in order.
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[The rest is. Hm.]
I didn't know you had a twin.
[That's probably the least-yeesh part of all of that.]
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[ elevator doesn't seem like the word she was initially going to use, but it's fine, probably. the closest equivalent, maybe. ]
But... Haha.
Have I really never mentioned her to you? I could've sworn at least a few people have heard about her in passing... You'd probably like her. She's earnest and outgoing. Much friendlier than I am.
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[He's teasing.]
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[ 9 is a good girl. and she knows that chuuya's joking, but still, unfortunately her tone is still kind of flat, like it's been for most of this conversation ]
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[He is raising an eyebrow at her tone, though.]
You okay?
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[ wryly. her full serial code and unit number is a hell of a mouthful, as it turns out. enough humor leaks back into her tone so it's not completely jarring to hear, at least, but... ]
... Hmm. I'm fine. It was just a long night.
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[YOU'RE A PERSON NOT A NUMBER, 45!]
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[ lmao ]
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[Let it never be said that Chuuya has a small ego.]
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she laughs a little, dryly. hey isn't it hilarious they're having this conversation while still looking like criminals. ]
Right. That makes it infinitely better by default.