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week 2, tuesday

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[ brilith only knows so much about guns - lutz sairoff is the only one she knows off-hand who has one, and he made that himself - but books won’t teach her everything. even she knows there’s a point at which you have to go and see for yourself, so here she is in the gun room, wide-eyed. over the link, ump45 will feel… a little overwhelmed. it’s so much? it’s so much, and there are so many different types than brilith realized. where does she even start? ]

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[ she heads down to the gun room often enough, just to check the current stock and make sure no one's collecting a gun pile again- ahem, dazai, Ken - but when she sees brilith she takes a moment to pause. bounceback overwhelmedness, maybe. ]

Oh. Hello hello.~ ♪

[ despite her usual cheer and lilting tone, there's a curious mutedness from ump45's end of the link? ]

Did you have any questions about anything here?

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Oh, I… I don’t know much about guns, so I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

[ turning her gaze from the room to 45, she laughs sheepishly. ]

I had no idea there were so many different kinds. Are you familiar with them?

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There's plenty of them, sure, but that's partly because a lot of these are also older, too. You're looking at maybe at least two hundred years' and multiple countries' worth of developments. Not to mention that there's different types for different purposes, like with swords...

[ many gun. ]

I'm most familiar with my own Imprint, but I could explain to you the basics of the others.

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[ she blinks once. twice. ]

What do you mean by "imprint?"

A NOTE, DURING W2 TRIAL;

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have syringe.

might be a cure.

unsure if works. worth trying in worst case scenario.

don't want to get people's hopes up too soon or distract. still a killer other than monster.

week 2, sunday

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[ well. wherever ump45 is, her former link is coming to find her. and when she does-- ]

Will you be alright, after that?

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[ Well, she could smile, shrug it off, and say 'yes, she's just fine,' but.

They were linked. Which means... ]

... you must have felt something from me, right? Right before we left, at the end of what happened yesterday.

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[ she nods slowly, but it's hard to pin down exactly what that feeling was. there was so much going on in those moments... ]

I did. So... I know we aren't linked anymore, but please be honest with me. How are you?

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[ Now she shrugs, vaguely. Her usual smile is on her face - has it always been so thin? ]

If the worst came to worst, it wouldn't have been the first time I've had to do something like that.

[ ... ]

She wanted to die while she was still herself too.

[ She's probably not talking about anyone here. ]

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..."She?"

[ yea, she had to ask ]

week 3, sunday

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[ well. if she's doomed to live a little longer, then she may as well keep herself busy. brilith takes to the library again once the execution is done, ayabe is stable, reading again on first aid for lack of anything better. she'll look up when she hears someone enter, however - and turn back to her book a moment later. ]

Ah, 45. Don't let me disturb you.

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You're hardly doing anything of the sort.

[ it's brisk, businesslike, but not unfriendly. ]

On the contrary: it might be me who is more likely to disturb you. You were here first, after all.

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It's hardly a one person room. You have as much a right to be here as I do.

[ she doesn't up from her book. ]

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Haha. Maybe so. But I imagine you must have had to deal with your fair share of questions from everyone else after whatever that was yesterday, correct?

[ and she can't imagine that it wouldn't have gotten tiring even if brilith had been in a mood to entertain it.

she wanders over to a bookshelf, pulling down something on various mythological creatures. ]

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to be on your own for a while.

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[ 45 always was more perceptive than she let on, wasn't she. ]

...I'm used to not being left alone even when I want it.

week 5, thursday

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[ wherever 45 is, brilith is showing up too! she'll offer up a serene smile when she sees the gun. ]

Good afternoon, 45. Were you assigned one of Master Blue's games yesterday?

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[ she is in... the drawing room! probably fiddling with a bit of stained glass, but her attention's on brilith as soon as she enters. ]

Oh, you too? Yes, I was. ... It reminded me a bit of the morgue, really.

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Right, you all did say you had to deal with reanimated corpses... I can see how that would be similar. Although those... dolls [ she's come to hate that word ] didn't seem to move at all, after awakening. It makes me wonder what the point of the game was in the first place.

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Reanimated corpses with a similarly questionable set of diagnoses- well. Stated causes of death, as it were. I think the biggest difference was that the morgue's diagnoses were all dealt with in a particularly literal way, while this game's was... Not quite as much.

[ metaphysical appears to be the word of the week. ]

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It was very strange, wasn't it? The last thing I expected was for a pizza to wake ours up.

[ friendship is not a cure for death?? what the hell. ]

I can't say I'll miss these games once this is over.

week 5, sunday

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[ it's been a rough weekend, so brilith is spending most of sunday catching up on the sleep she's lost. but once in a while, she can be found awake and lucid. she's probably in the op lab most. often, so focused on reading the manual before her that she doesn't even notice 45's presence. ]

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[ go back to sleep, brilith, you don't want to have this conversation.

but 45 wanders by the lab eventually, whether for maintenance or simply curiosity hard to say. she's not quite looking at brilith when she remarks, offhand: ]

... Agni. Is he always like that?

[ has he always been like that. ]

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[ you are correct goodnight

no but she looks up with a frown. ]

...I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific. Is he always like what, exactly?

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Like that.

[ a dismissive handwave. ]

Independent, yet unwilling to stand up for or defend himself. Keeps his own counsel, and also any of the blame heaped upon him as well.

[ whether deserved or not. ]