log; and then everyone died

[subservience]

[... Jiros is actually not quite sure what to do in this situation. Or about being dead, really. His thoughts are somewhere along the lines of '... well, shit' and 'damn' and 'I guess I'm dead'.

...

Oh, and he's being attacked by frogs. That's kind of important too.

SO YEAH RUNNING LIKE THE WIND and half-looking for someone to partner up with though really how is he supposed to tell who else is dead—]

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[dutyties]

[And that's why they move perpendicular to both directions because they live in a 3-D world, gosh.

So yeah, Alois will just be making a 'this way' gesture as he starts moving, again phasing through people.]

[kanyekun]

[Gosh, there are people there.

Except there's no longer a choice in that, so Ace follows suit behind Alois—oh, he can keep pace, but he always has the rear when they work together—phasing through people without issue. Since Alois is Mister Leader, he'll keep on following.]

[dutyties]

[As they move, Alois glances back at Ace, as he thinks over the information they were given.

... There should be one way to stop this.]

Have you found a partner yet?

[kanyekun]

[Ace regards Alois curiously, then shoots back:]

Aren't you my partner?

[dutyties]

[Looking over at Ace as he moves, Alois is quiet for a moment before nodding.]

... The contract, then?

[kanyekun]

[A nod.]

Leader first.

[Come on, man, do your magic and initiate this.]

[dutyties]

[Wow, way to make him do the work, Ace.

But fine. Alois concentrates for a moment, not entirely sure of how to do this, but running over all the information he's learned in his head—

A contract. He wants to make a contract.

... Even if Ace can be a pain at times, Alois is glad, in a way. It's a reassurance to know that his partner is someone he's used to working with already. It'll make things easier.

But yes, the contract. FLASHY LIGHTS ARE A GO.]

yeah idk what i'm doing

[kanyekun]

[Ace is a very likable pain, he knows. Well, minus the likable part.

—THEN FLASHY LIGHTS, AND SUDDENLY PINS.

—and boom, headshot on a frog. He rests the firearm against his shoulder blade.]

Looks like it works. How about you?