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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[pervet]

Why no--

[ You're touching him, Eliza. What is this. ]

... What are you doing?

[ What is a hug. Can you eat it. ]

[telecosmetic]

[Is she crying? There's something soaking his clothes at least.] I...I can't be mad, if you were going to kill for someone you loved. And...and you chose not to, in the end, and you're not acting like you're better than anyone. And...I'm sorry, that your story could only end in you killing each other.

[pervet]

[ GROSS get it off????

... Okay, but really, he has no idea how to deal with Eliza all over him like this. Why is she so emotional, what is this, someone feeling sympathy for him. ]

I don't know why you're so worked up about it. It's not something to be upset about. That's just... how it goes. I think I'll be happy as long as he's the one to kill me. If it was anyone else, I'd be super angry. That's my job--to die fighting, anyway. Isn't it like that for everyone?

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza just...stares at him when he talks about that, and her first reaction is to his last question.] What? No! A-a bunch of humans don't even have fighting as part of their job! [Technically, she's one of those who does have fighting as part of her job, but they're supposed to be nonlethal battles.] And-and even the ones who do aren't expected to fight forever until they die!

[She pauses.] Is...is that what you were going to wish for? To guarantee that he'd be the one to kill you? [She sounds surprisingly understanding about it.]

[pervet]

... No.

[ He glances aside. ]

It was far more selfish than that.

[ ... Way, way more selfish. ]

I wanted my God and my Devil to get along. If Etihw had no reason to hate demons, there would be no reason for the war, and there would be no reason to fight anymore. Then we'd at least be able to talk. Whether he liked me or not. ... In fact, I really doubt he'd like me. But to even have that chance, is something I'd be grateful for.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza's quiet for a while. She thinks back to an anime she watched with a companion who was equally eager about becoming a magical girl, before anyone had died. The ending she saw herself, about a wish selfish enough to change the world.]

...wouldn't stopping the war be a good thing? Even if it's your job...it's better to not have people keep dying, isn't it? Even if you have a selfish reason for it...

[pervet]

...

[ He lets out a small "heh" noise. ]

Maybe. Maybe not. All of us are expendable, though. That's the entire point of our existences. Beings created just to die. On the other hand, if that war was ended... we'd no longer have a purpose.

... So I don't know. I can't say for sure what would happen. If we'd get along or not. When you have two factions that have, on principal, been tearing each other apart since they were brought into this world... who knows?

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza sighs a little. It's a really thorny problem, and one she definitely has no idea for.] But...surely it can't just be you who started to...to care about someone on the other side? [He can't be alone. He can't be the only one out of who knows how many.]

[pervet]

...

[ Since he remembers now... ]

Ciel. No one was supposed to say anything, though. ... I don't think Etihw meant for it, but the kind of personality they gave her... making a healer that kind, it's asking for trouble. So of course she'd end up being nice to the enemy, too. I think almost everyone knows she likes Lost.

She's the one who made my scarf for me.

[ He messes with it a little. ]

... She doesn't talk much. If at all.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza glances at the scarf, nodding.] It's a nice scarf. [However, something comes to mind about what he just said.] You-you said you were all expected to die in battle. Is-is that true even for healers? [Even for gentle, kind healers?]

[pervet]

Yeah.

[ Said without any hesitation. ]

It's sort of what's just expected. If they hit us hard and fast enough, we'll probably go out eventually. They've coordinated assaults in the past. We've lost healers and pretty high-ranking officials before.

[telecosmetic]

[A soft sigh.] That's...your wish really would have saved a lot of people, wouldn't it? Do...do you think your god would change their mind themselves if another god spoke to them about it? [She will petition whoever she can reach to try and change this.]

[pervet]

... I don't know.

[ Oh hey look he's finally admitting Eti is an ass. ]

Etihw is... they're not someone like me or you. They're... I don't want to say "untouchable" but... maybe "unreachable" is a better word. Sometimes I wonder if they feel anything at all. Their emotions are really... distant, and cold. Like ice. ... Which I suppose is weird for me to say, given what I'm pretty much made out of, but... they have the kind of eyes that could freeze a person solid just from looking into them.

I'm not so sure they'd listen.

[telecosmetic]

[She finally steps a bit away from him, sitting down and looking at her lap. It's really disappointing to hear that, but at the same time if that's true she's not going to risk Zephyr or their family against that.]

...sorry. I don't know how to deal with a god like that. And...I'm not sure Zephyr would either...