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[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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Not all of us are soldiers! And maybe we don't matter to you because we're "just" humans, but we care about each other!

[Gonna try and slug him in the face now.]

[ That one, he saw coming, after the shin incident, he's realized you're a Professionally Flighty Broad, so he's going to move to the side and dodge it. He is not in the mood for your little girl games. ]

Listen, shortstack. Care about each other? That's stupid. No one here cares about anyone else. For starters, we all just got here. Secondly, no one attaches that fast, and you'd be a moron to care about someone here when you're incentivised to kill the people around you so you can leave.

Who would DO that? Unless... you're really that dumb, that you'd befriend someone willing to potentially kill you?

[She growls a little when she misses the punch, before snorting.] It never works, you know! The killers always get found out anyways! [She's purposefully ignoring the incident with her own trial.] And most of us here don't want to kill anyone anyways!

[Also did you see her profile? Likes: Befriending serial killers.]

[ He rolls his eyes. He did GLANCE at some of the profiles, but he didn't really spend too long perusing them... maybe he should have. ]

And? That's not the point. Do you really think everyone is going to care about that? People have better things to be doing. Even if you say you don't want to, do you want to spend the rest of your life here?

There's always a way out that doesn't involve anyone having to die! I believe in that more than whatever promises they might make!

Man, you're delusional. It's almost endearing how stupid you are.

Even if we can't get out ourselves, my friends will be looking for me! They'll tear down this whole place if they have to!

[Part of her is now glad none of them are here-without their powers restricted, it should be much easier for them to get into this place.]

Will they? Or will they do the smart thing and write you off and get on with their lives, like they should? Or maybe... well, you heard our hosts, right? Time doesn't move. How would they even know you're here?

[For just the briefest moment, Eliza grins.] That's where you're wrong! I have friends and family in other worlds as well! [Although...those friends would also be less likely to know what's going on here. Still, it's a source of hope, as she gets a bit angry again.] You don't know anything about them, do you? Once he knows I'm here, my big brother will tear down the doors of this mansion himself if he has to!

And what makes you think that they can't do that to other worlds as well?

[She huffs angrily. She doesn't really have any response to that, but she also doesn't want to let him have the last word. (Although technically I guess Haruka will get the last word.)]

They can't be more powerful than everything! I'm sure at least one of those worlds will be protected! [She wonders just how powerful Zange has gotten now, with Recette's shrine to her.]

"Haruka Stone. Like: Helping people."

[ Just. Butting in there with that, Sherb, with the smuggest grin she can manage. ]

Know how you stop from killing, by the way? Make friends. It's harder to handle killing someone you care about.

That's cute. But that's you. So you're a busybody who can't keep her nose out of other people's stuff, so what? People are expendable. No one here matters enough that they're going to care if a handful of people die.

No one is expendable. No matter what. And I will do my damndest to make sure everyone comes out alive--even you!

[ He's hit a nerve, because now she actually seems angry. ]

Sounds like demon rhetoric to me, that. All you need is a pair of horns and a tail. Blasphemous talk that's completely grounded in self-aggrandizing ideals. The idea that the "singular" is more important than the "whole".

[ He snorts. ]

... You're a fool if you think a single life here matters. I mean, did you LISTEN to ours hosts? They might be annoying, but they're right about one thing: you can die at any time.

I fucking know that, you insufferable asshole with his halo so far up his own ass he's choking on it! That's why every life is precious! Because it could end at any moment because someone decided to take it! Which is why I will fight and fight until my hands and nails are bleeding and I can't walk a single step further to get as many people as I can out of here alive! Just because you don't care about anyone but yourself doesn't mean we're the same as you, you goddamned sociopath!

[ Well. He got Haruka angry. ]

[ He's going to take his halo off for a moment and start... twirling it around his finger. Because he's amused. Yes, it's removeable. God he has the smuggest expression. ]

Then you're fighting the wrong war, lady. That doesn't make people precious, it just makes them perishable like canned food. When something expires? You replace it.

Nothing can replace anyone. No one, even if they look like you, is you. Your "God" sounds more like a damn tyrant who just wants blind obedience if that's how all of you think. No actually benevolent deity would think a life was expendable.

[ ... He actually bothers to stop slouching. Stands up straight. That halo is put back where it ought to be. The only noticeable expression on his face is a slightly thinner smile. ]

... Ah. That's definitely the logic of a twisted demon. The idea that an individual deserves some kind of self-importance. So, what, you think you get a pass because you weren't given a reason for your creation?

[ ... Ha... ha ha. That's rich. ]

Funny. The way I see it, at least my life serves a purpose. And what are you doing? Meandering around aimlessly?

I make my own reason to exist. You? You're worse than a dog begging for scraps from something that won't even think twice about you and probably won't even remember your name in a day. You're pathetic. You don't serve a purpose--fighting for a tyrant who doesn't deserve their crown, much less anyone's time. I bet they started whatever war you're fighting because someone dare ask even a simple question.

[ Sorry, you have hit on a lot of deep-seated issues. She'd get along with a number of SMT protags. ]

Your petty insults don't bother me; they're no different than the kinds of things I hear any other heathen say. I know better than to pretend I'm worth more than anyone else, though. I mean, seriously. Are all humans like you? So egotistical?

[ ... He's not showing it, but he's actually really bothered. He doesn't want to let her get to him. There were times in the past, where he let people make him lose his cool. He's not letting that happen, he's gotten angry enough today. ]

It's foolish sentimentality to pretend otherwise. I mean, sure. I enjoy living. What creature doesn't? But I'm not going to go against my orders. Traitors and fools do that.

The only one egotistical in this scenario? Is your farce of a God. If all they wanted was trash? Maybe they should have cloned themselves.

[ She hates religion. She's surprised that's not on her profile. She hates it. Hates it with a passion.

It took someone dear to her away. ]

Why would they do something like that? They're the only one that needs to exist as they are. Besides... you haven't met them. So you wouldn't know what they're like.

[ He's smiling, quite widely, really, but it almost feels a little fake. Like he's too okay with all this, all that she's saying. ]

You've told me plenty to know they're an asshole who deserves to have as many of my bullets put in their head as possible.

[ BITCH. You did not. ]

I don't need my ice to make you regret that statement. I will snap your tawny little neck, you bitch.