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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[inexistence]

Then why're you asking me? It's not like I'm all that much of a fountain of knowledg-- [ !!! owwwwww okay his palm stings. he'll glance at it and frown. ]

I forgot about this. [ TIMER'S STILL TICKING. the number on his palm reads 30:23:04. ]

[subservience]

[he's asking you because he doesn't know!!

and alsjdkaslda oh yeah that timer—]

... As did I...

[and now have some silence because it's all up to you, Celandine...!]

[inexistence]

[ ................................................ SQUINTING

and he sighs. ]

... c'mon, let's get going. [ aaaaand he'll start walking towards where the frogs are randomly hopping around because they're not supposed to be targeting them any more. ]

[subservience]

[nod nod—oh, he's walking already.

Following! Congrats, Celandine, you've obtained a shadow.]

[inexistence]

[ sobbing he already has a shadow he doesn't need another one!!!! but has he walks, he carefully eyes the frogs. ... they really look like grafitti come to life, don't they. but the lines...

his eyes narrow. and then, with a flick of his wrist, he... takes out a pair of scissors from his sleeves! perfectly good place to keep a pair of scissors, really. ]

[subservience]

[what the hell?

???]

May I... inquire as to what you are about to do?

[inexistence]

[ he hears your question, but doesn't acknowledge it with any more than a slight backward glance. his free hand raises. a finger presses to his lips. and with his other hand, he holds out.

just as he walks past a frog, he snips.

the only sound is the quiet friction between blades of metal, a drop in a well. the frog shimmers for a moment, and then disappears without a trace.








.......... congrats jiros you've just contracted yourself a psycho. ]

[subservience]

[... !?!?!?]

... Ah...?

[uh. He is unsure as to how to feel about this—]

[inexistence]

[ mm it disappeared. even if it proved his hypothesis, that makes him feel a little sad. ]

It shouldn't have been that easy.

[subservience]

[...

He feels like he's missing something here.]

It is true that a... pair of scissors is a rather unorthodox weapon in this situation...

[inexistence]

Yeah? What's yours?

[subservience]

[Welp, withdrawing a few daggers from... somewhere on his person. Not exactly his choice of weapon, but it never hurts to keep a few blades on you—

He just kind of blinks and holds them out wordlessly.]

[inexistence]

[ he blinks at those daggers of yours. that's actually pretty nerve-wracking in a way. but he can't seem to muster up any surprise right now, so he just chalks it up to the fact that he's too jaded. ]

Ever killed anyone with those?

[subservience]

[How is it nerve-wracking when you're the psycho—

He just tilts his head slightly.]

I am unable to recall if I have used these particular ones before.

[inexistence]

[ a snort. ] You're being too literal.

[subservience]

[...

oh. Wrong answer, apparently.]

My... apologies if my behaviour makes you... uncomfortable.

[is this better?]

[inexistence]

[ ... he frowns on the inside a little. ]

I'd take that apology, but it's not like I was feeling uncomfortable in the first place. [ laaaaa still walking along. they have twenty minutes left to get to 10-4, but they should make it in time... probably.... ]

[subservience]

... I see. Then I apologize for the apo...

[... yeah no his voice trails off as he realizes that that sounds stupid even to him.

Anyhow, following, following! And putting away his daggers, yep.]

[inexistence]

[ passing by hachiko... ] No need to be so stiff. We're partners now, or something.

[ says the person who won't trust people for cynical reasons. ]

[subservience]

[hypocrite!!]

I... thank you for the advice?

[inexistence]

Please don't. It wasn't really advice. [ grin! ] Guess you don't really do smalltalk often.

[subservience]

[why is talking to people always so confusing...]

I am... unused to conversing in such a manner, yes.

[if it helps, he's actually better when he's not trying to pretend that he has social skills—]

[inexistence]

Would you rather I be quiet, then? [ said with a little bit of humour. it's almost like trying to suss out the inner state of a cat. ]

[subservience]

[okay he's starting to look a little uncomfortable at the questioning.]

It is of... no particular concern to me. Your actions are not mine to decide.

[in other words, go crazy!

... actually please don't.]

[inexistence]

[ c: ]

Your opinion counts! Seeing as we'll be working with each other for a while, we might as well try to understand each other's position.

[ /this sounds so reasonable ]