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graveyard.
 You remember dying. In fact, you remember the exact feeling and fear of how you died, and yet in the next moment, you're suddenly standing in a cold room. You're not sure how you got here at all, but it's as if you were suddenly put here the moment after you died. As you look around, the first thing you'll notice is that you're standing in front of an open casket. And you're inside. The corpse inside the casket is definitely you, and it's also definitely dead, which certainly makes this confusing. Luckily, here's someone here to explain. When you wake up, there's footsteps walking closer, and then a familiar face appears. Iván is here, or someone that looks very much like her is. All she starts off with is two simple words— "You're dead." Which would seem obvious, but she explains that you have been before you ever arrived to the island. The shipwreck and the island are't real, after all. This is purgatory, and the Hunt is a way to judge the souls of the living. People show their true nature when they're put in a stressful situation, so it was deemed that this was the way that these judgements would be passed. She explains that you'll know your fate when the game ends, but if you really can't wait that long, you could always ask, but hope isn't lost. After all, the "killers" are on your side. If they can win the game, then everyone can come back to life. They know this, and it's why they're fighting so hard to win. It's a shame that the odds don't seem to be in their favor, but that's also part of the Hunt. Exploring your new surroundings, you'll realize that you're likely at the bottom of that giant sinkhole, at least if that light far above you is any indication. You no longer feel the need to eat or sleep anymore (technically, you never did, but the habits of being alive are hard to break), so it's a good thing there's enough to do while the game continues. You can watch the proceedings of the Hunt in one room where there's plenty of comfortable couches to sit in and lounge, as well as a fully stocked bar, if you feel like indulging. Another room offers a game room with cards, billiards, and any other games you'd like to play in a group. If you ask your host nicely, she might provide more, but for now, there's not much to do other than to watch and wait for the Hunt to end. |
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Just doing what he has to do.] I'm sure some people would resign themselves to just playing the game, sparing everyone else, but after a while, you must get tired.
[He does... did? Killing. Even killing criminals, and not because he thinks it's wrong. He's just... tired. He died. He should have stayed dead after all that happened to him, torture, so much torture, and madness, and laughter, and then exploding, and yet he was brought back, and now--here again. "Alive," then "dead."]
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That was apparently her line in the sand. ]
I am tried, yes. But I was tired long before this ever began. [ Immortality was never something she'd wanted. She'd been a cat before it happened. A simple creature who had never dreamed of what she would someday become. ]
For all that I am not human, I have a human heart, you know. [ It's always meant despair for her, but sometimes it isn't so bad. Just sometimes. When she cares. ] I always play the game, but I don't bother to pretend I like people when I don't. Except the Overseer. Well, the Overseers don't like my role, you know, so if I'm not careful they'll kill me straight off...
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[For a bit, he's as sober as he had been before, and then he snorts softly under his breath.] Lighten up, Granny. [He tries to look away to make sure she doesn't catch him smirking.]
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I can be as dour as I like at my age! That's one of the benefits of being a granny.
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[Hits a lot harder than he'd give a grandma credit for! (His mistake.)] Come on. There's a bar! What's to be dour and grumpy about? A couch, television with the best gladiator tournament ever, and a bar. Shitty view, but whatever, you take what you can get in purgatory.
Let me guess: "Back in my day, we didn't have these fangled bars and couches and moving light boxes!"
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Tch...the last one was nicer. [ Graveyard, she means. ] I don't drink, anyway...but the last one had a view. We had a cliff-side view, even. It was nice.
[ Although most of the last game hated...her... ]
So you actually can get a better view in purgatory than this, brat.
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Hey. [After a bit of being quiet. He turns his head to peer at Shijima.] Before we go... you'll show me your real self, right? The cat, I mean. You'l turn into a cat.
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[ As in, she actually has the capability to do that. Kouichi is stuck. ]
I can. Did you want to see now? I can't speak to you like that. Or rather, you cannot speak the language I speak. Humans are truly terrible at learning the tongue of beasts...well, the bird and I went to a lot of trouble to learn the human tongue, and even these forms, so you should all feel really grateful...but it's true I prefer my true shape.
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If this game has anything to prove on that front.] Besides, I think I can probably get you to purr at least once. Little behind the ears and under the chin.
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[ She hops off the couch. Why does she need to - ]
He'll take care of my human garments for me. [ Yeah, those don't change with her. It's part of why she's so WHATEVER!!! about clothing. She usually just pilfers from Miharu or wears whatever the hell Kouichi gives her. ] Unless you care to make certain they stay in one place.
[ why would anyone steal her clothes...? she's being paranoid. ]
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[The sass fades, and the brief smile that lingers is as genuine as the laughter had been. He shrugs.] Sure. What the hell am I gonna do with them? Toss them back up the hole?
I'll even fold them. I may not look it, but I can fold clothes. When I wanna.
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It's not instantaneous. Fur comes in patches, her ears go, she starts to shrink. But eventually there's a small white cat with yellow eyes sitting in the pool of clothes. The only thing that remains is a collar she's apparently been wearing as a necklace all this time.
Well, it's a memento. Or a habit. ]
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[Curiously, Jason waits and watches. He's a plain ol' Normal minus a few fucked up things that happen in his world. The Pit he was dipped in included.
After a moment, he grins.] Well, well. Not bad. You're kinda cute. [He may or may not be pretty tsun.]
Feel better? I could ask the lady for some fish.
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It...sounds like approval? But then again, she was never very secretive about her adoration of fish. ]
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Why are cats so cute, but never want to be petted? That's just rude and not right.] Heh. It sounds terrible to say, but I hope Royce kicks the bucket soon, so he can come see this. Please sit in his lap if you can.
If we end up dying, I'd die happy just seeing that. It'll be as good as the picture Max took of him.
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She'll even purr a little. ]
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Cause, you know, he can sweet talk the Judge.]
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