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[mwmtechs]

WHO: Everybody
WHEN: Day 78, Post Game.
WHERE: @ Fallout Shelter ( for the winners ) & south of Twilight Lake, 6ft under ( for the losers )

WHAT:

[ Team ❤️ ( Jill, Ciaccona, Megumi, Monika ) & Team ♦️ ( Lyney, Mydei, Kaveh, Ratio ) & Team ♣️ ( Diluc, Jing Yuan, Lahabrea, Vil ) will all come to in a claustrophobic coffin six feet underground in the field that all of this craziness started in. you're still suffering from the hallucinations, paranoia, & honesty! which should definitely be a good time for somebody trapped in a wooden box. as for the necrosis, well, that seems to have taken care of itself... but once you're able to move and inspect yourself some more you'll find that you've got shrapnel from the collapsing bunker lodged in you. nothing fatal, but it's definitely painful and very likely bleeding. it can *only* be removed *with help*. you can't remove the pieces on your own. ]

[ Team ♠️ ( Brant, Aventurine, Castorice, Jayce ) & EVERYBODY ELSE will get a text message once the game ends with the coordinates of the woods that your friends are currently buried in. a follow-up simply says bring a shovel. this is probably confusing to those who didn't participate, but they'll find out what's what soon enough. ]

Comments

[deathsapproach]

Regain your strength.

[ Very methodically and carefully plucks the pieces out, wedging the shrapnel between the blade of the kitchen knife and his thumb each time. After a bit, his own finger and thumb start to bleed, but he pays it no mind. In fact, there seems to be the faintest hint of a smile on his face. ]

Spare with me as payment.

[seeyouspacelion]

That’s a fair enough trade. I can do that for you.


[ He’s not even flinching. Just letting Blade do as he pleases.

Opens his eyes, watching him pull pieces out. ]

[deathsapproach]

...Tell me, General:

Did you make any attempts to win, or did you allow yourself to lose?

[ He thinks he might have enjoyed this game... only he'd be more than content to stay buried underground. ]

[seeyouspacelion]

I would not call myself a General if I went down without trying.

The hands dealt were unfortunate.

[deathsapproach]

A game of chance, then.

Perhaps I wouldn't have enjoyed it after all.

[seeyouspacelion]

Gambling wouldn’t have satisfied you at all.

[Huffing, shifting a little. ]

Sparring with me might not satisfy you either.

[deathsapproach]

...So sure, are you?

[ He pulls out another larger piece of shrapnel. This time he's sure to wrap it, as the blood begins to seep through very quickly. Shame he doesn't have anything to clean the wound with. It might be best for him to sanitize it later. ]

Do you lack confidence in your own abilities?

[seeyouspacelion]

I don’t. But who is to say I’m what you’re looking for?

[He does grunt a little at that one. God why does dying have to suck so bad?? Don’t recommend. Would rather go insane. ]

[deathsapproach]

[ Dying is wonderful. You're just not doing it right. ]

. . .

I'm not sure what you mean.

[ Right. He has something he's supposed to be doing right now. He goes back to pulling shrapnel from his body. ]

[seeyouspacelion]

Perhaps a better conversation for when we cross blades. Hm?

[With any luck, they’ll be done pulling shrapnel out soon. Good for them!


He’s honestly still surprised Blade helped him. ]

[deathsapproach]

Perhaps.

[ He has nothing better to do. And maybe he cares a little. ]

...Take care to recover soon, then.

[seeyouspacelion]

Can I ask you to take me back to my apartment too? I probably look worse than I am. I’m sure cleaning up would help things.

[It’s okay to care!!! He also cares!!! ]

[deathsapproach]

[ Another disgruntled noise. ]

. . .You seem quite content asking so many favors of me when you've only offered one in return.

[ And yet here he is, hauling him to his feet. ]

Point me in the direction.

[seeyouspacelion]

Then ask me for something else. Isn’t that simple enough?

[ Especially since he seems to be in a giving mood.

Anyways. He’s going to use Blade as a way to steady himself.]

[deathsapproach]

I. . . have nothing I require.

[ Continues keeping him steady. ]

Rest. Recover quickly. Fight me.

[seeyouspacelion]

I’m sure you’ll think of something. Keep it as a favor, then.

[ Pointing towards his apartment. Walking with him. ]

I’ll heal quickly with your enthusiasm.

[Is he joking or—— ]

[deathsapproach]

. . .Fine.

[ Right. The apartments. Where he meditates on the steps of every night because he never bothered to acquire an apartment of his own. ]

I am enthusiastic about fighting you. Is that not enough?

[ He's just about as deadpan as he has been. ]

[seeyouspacelion]

It is more than enough.

[ Blade…please get yourself an apartment.

Also it’s kind of nice…being with Blade like this.]

You don’t have to stay, but I’m not going to tell you to go either.

[deathsapproach]

[ He'll go just about as far as outside of the apartment. ]

Asking your enemy to stay. . . you really are full of surprises.

[seeyouspacelion]

You aren’t my enemy right now. Whoever orchestrated that mess out there is.

[ The General is really full of it today. This has been a very exciting day for him.]

[deathsapproach]

. . . Right now.

[ Another disgruntled noise. ]

Your wounds need to be cleaned and treated properly, otherwise you will not recover in time for our battle.

Do so.

[ How's that for demanding? ]

[seeyouspacelion]

I’ll have to call on that nice feline girl again. Unless you’d like to also disinfect my wounds too.

[ He’s teasing. But he’s also still very much using Blade to keep steady.]

[deathsapproach]

[ Without prompt, he starts removing the bandages from his own hands in order to redo them now that they're soaked in both his and Jing Yuan's blood. He does not appear to be making any attempts to leave. In fact, he seems to have stepped inside of the apartment and is now leaning against the wall as he does this. ]

[seeyouspacelion]

[ Ok, cool. He’s gonna go look at himself in the mirror.

Wow, scary.]

You can sit down too. If you like.

[deathsapproach]

No need.

[ He's almost finished wrapping his fingers, after all. For the life of him he can't understand why he's still here or why he's letting himself stay. Perhaps some small part of him is mildly concerned about Jing Yuan and he's not in the best state physically. ]

Others have reported hallucinations.

[ He's helping. ]