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15strangers2018-07-15 08:49 pm
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WEEK 1
[Well, this is...happening. This is a thing. This is your life now. The Commander is expecting you to just up and kill one another, and then try to get away with it. No big deal, right? You guys can handle this. You won't fall for what she has. She's clearly an idiot. A loud idiot, but still an idiot. She's not going to get one over you.
...Right?
In any case, the Commander's quarters are now open for anyone who decides they can actually stand to be in the same room as her, but beware - any favor you might ask of her is going to come at a price, and who knows what she'll ask you to do if you decide to gain a boon from her. Unless you're a suck-up like Baku - then she'll apparently be flattered. Maybe that's a good tactic to use?
Whatever you do, try not to murder the bread again. The Bread Did Nothing Wrong.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
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That sounds incredibly stupid.
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[ There's bitterness there. Yup. ]
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[ BOY DOES HE SOUND BITTER. ]
A very close friend of mine believed that when we died, universes were born of our own consciousnesses. All that we had thought, created, and were. That... is how it should work.
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... And that's not what happens after you die in my world, but perhaps it is in yours.
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[ He taps his chin. There's a pause, and then he asks: ]
... How do you know about the death thing, though?
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[ He tilts his head a bit, twisting a strand of bangs. ]
The whole point of that game was to save various worlds. So I assume we needed to be from different worlds for that to work. Even here... I've met people who are each related, in some way, to those from the mall.
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[He sounds like James Earl Jones - wait. Possibly Alan Rickman.]
As for the death thing... heh. I wonder~.
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[ So he's sort of stuck there. He's just got this nebulous... idea... ]
If you're knowledgeable about death, you've likely seen it, at the very least.
[ ... Like him. ]
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But hm. And how would I have done that, do you think?
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It's another one of those things I can't put a finger on. For some reason, I spent some time reading about Loki. It felt important - kind of like I was doing it because of someone, even though I can't think of anyone.
[ Annnd just going to shrug now. ]
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Last time, I couldn't remember something as extreme as either of my own parents. But that was combined with memories that I didn't even notice were gone, thanks to the nature of them.
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[Parents. His parents. His first parents.]
[His face goes even paler than it already was.]
That's... not possible. I'm not supposed to forget, that's the whole point -
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