Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

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[mementodagger]

Hmph.

[That's all, just a quiet, derisive huff. He's still staring down the other with that piercing one-eyed glare, like he's trying to set Sherbet on fire just by willpower alone.

Either that or he's sizing the blond up like a rabbit sighted by a wolf.]

[pervet]

[ God why must you remind him so much of Wodahs, that piercing terrifying gaze is even the same. He's fumbling a little over himself right now, honestly. ]

U-uh... why haven't you spoken to anyone?

[mementodagger]

[Yurick doesn't say anything for a long time. He barely even blinks as he stares down the blond. Finally, he shifts his weight slightly from one foot to the other, never breaking his gaze.]

What reason would I have to do so? I don't know any of you. You could all be enemies.

[He's a mercenary. Anyone outside his team is a potential enemy.]

[pervet]

... Yeah, but that's true practically anywhere. And like it or not, we're all in the same situation.

[ He doesn't usually work well with others either, but, y'know... here is different. ]

You'll have to talk to the others at some point.

[mementodagger]

So you say. I've managed well enough on my own for the last few days.

[Yurick's eye narrows slightly.]

And if no one knows I'm here, they can't exactly make an attempt on my life.

[pervet]

Our gracious "hosts" would probably tell people about you eventually.

[ He's just saying. ]

[mementodagger]

[Now Yurick's lips press into a thin, pale line.]

It doesn't matter. I'm not much of a social butterfly, either. Even without the threat of murder hanging over my head.

[pervet]

... You don't have to be, I guess.

[ Definitely reminds him of Wodahs... ]

But I don't think it would hurt you.

[mementodagger]

You don't think? Hn. Yes, clearly you don't.

[Wow, someone's a bit of a jerkass.]

They're offering us our greatest wish. If you believe no one here would kill for that, then you're truly a fool.

[pervet]

I never said I didn't believe that.

[ Eyeroll. ]

But the others are right about one thing: it doesn't really do us much good to be separated. If someone went to kill you, you'd be on your own.

[mementodagger]

And trusting strangers would be like presenting my back to an assassin and begging for a knife between my shoulder blades. I can handle myself just fine.

[Not really, without his magic, but like hell he's going to tell anybody that.]

[pervet]

[ If he rolled his eyes any harder, he just might hurt himself. ]

So you'd rather creep around in the shadows? People will get real suspicious of that.

[mementodagger]

....

[If their "hosts" do reveal his presence, it does place him at risk. Of course, there's those damned profiles as well. He hadn't considered those to be much of a problem until now. How many people have noticed the pale-haired, one-eyed young man from the picture hasn't really been seen around since this all started?

Now he looks vaguely uncomfortable.]

... damn.

[pervet]

Look, it's not like anyone's asking you to be talking to everyone all the time or anything, it just probably would help if you at least hung out in places other people do a bit more, I think. It's not like they're not defensible if you keep your back to a wall.

[ He feels like he helped... maybe? ]

[mementodagger]

[That's a lot of quiet grumbling coming from Yurick, including a few curse words. Under the cloak, he's still clutching his dagger.]

... fine, whatever. Just... don't draw attention to me, got it?

[And with that, he turns on his heel and starts to storm off.]