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FINAL TRIAL
[Soon after the final clue it found, the large set of double doors at the end of the hall finally open.
And beyond is what Nyaf-ya calls the Room of Reckoning. And this room is...]
[...rather impressive. Large, for certain. Maybe a bit too large for the space it would have to occupy beneath the mall, or to have light streaming from the windows, all things considered. But given everything else that the surviving strangers have encountered, this might not be the strangest thing with this situation overall.
There is a wooden throne at the top of the staircase, and at the bottom of the staircase are four large, comfortable-looking sitting pillows - one green, one orchid, one gold, and one pink. The red pillars surrounding the staircase are also decorated with markings that definitely don't look like they fit the aesthetic of the room.
There are also two low hot pot induction cooker tables in the great hall area before the staircase. One table has six spots, all with sitting pillows, each with a name written onto a paper placed carefully on a plate. When everyone sits at their place, they will find that the stove in the center is already heated and ready to go, and every imaginable ingredient for a proper barbecue and hot pot meal is available to them for cooking. A pitcher of their favorite drink is also next to each respective cup.
And, once everyone finds their place, their phone pings with a message.]
Once you've figured everything out, the Boss....wants to talk to you. She doesn't want to fight. Not this time. Please, take your time, but please be careful, ok? The rules of the Game are still in effect.
We're rooting for you. I know you'll find a way!
It's time to finally answer the questions the Titled have about why they are here - and face the Masterminds behind the Game.
Good luck, Titled.]
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Lying through obfuscation or omission is still lying.
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[Three guesses who wasn't sent out to recruit people and have them sign the documents.]
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[ You seem too sweet. ]
Was our Producer friend, then?
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[ Well... getting to know these people is a step forward, right? ]
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[so probably yeah]
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[ She seems... vaguely amused. ]
I'm surprised. You... remind me a lot of Croix.
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[ Just the most casual shrug of his shoulders here. He thinks you're a good Angel, Seven. ]
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I was a former spy, I need no lectures on lies.
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But even if someone isn't innocent, that doesn't make it right to trick them.
... But it's okay. Because if you hadn't done that... I never would have met Goro, and Akira, and all of my friends. Or Miss Kana, or Miss Nyaf. So thank you.
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I-what?!
[Look she was sure she had a snarky retort but someone just...THANKED her. Right? What the hell??]
NOT ACTUALLY HUGGING BUT THIS IS HER THOUGHT
ew spit hiss
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[ Sure, it hurts her friends died, but... ]
There's already so much anger and hate in the world... worlds? Um, whichever, I guess. My world alone has enough hate for people like us. Women who are strong and magical. And I don't really believe in treating people poorly, anyway.
Don't mistake me. I'm... upset, that my friends were hurt. But... if I hadn't come here, how would I have befriended any of them in the first place?
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[She's...used to it. It's what she's always known. So kindness from anyone is very hard for her to comprehend.]
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[ BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU? ]
You've given me new people, as well... and memories I'd like to keep.
[ DEEP BREATH. ]
So... I'll thank you, as well. And ask that you please work with us.
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[Shrug. Deal with it, Boss.]
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