
It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous β it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise.
That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways.
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory.Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar β as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take.
ENTER COMMAND_
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yes.
another game with murder and death and... he sighs. almost as if he expected it β which you might think, considering how calm he is. ]
Of course. This is how these things always play out, isn't it...
[ MURDER GAME NUMBER THREE WOOOHOOOO ]
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.... jesus christ!!! ]
Thank you, Clover. [ for reading, that is. and, as he puts a hand on her shoulder: ] And don't worry. We'll be fine.
[ but really. not this shit again. ]
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Yeah, of course.
[But she relaxes a little at the hand on her shoulder, even if anyone who moves too suddenly definitely still gets the if-you-come-too-close-to-either-of-us-I-will-murder-you-myself-right-here-do-you-wanna-go glare, even when she moves to lean against Light's side.] I know. [They always have been.
BUT SHE'S STILL WORRYING, NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN]
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[ 0/10 would not retweet ]
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[ would also not retweet tbh!! why is it always murder and death ]
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[ thanks, universe. ]
Eh. I'd rather do the dying shit than the killing shit, so. Whatever.
[ although he's also fully prepared to defend himself. ]
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[ stop making morbid jokes light. but he continues: ]
Which would be unfortunate, as I'd rather see you survive to when we get to the bottom of thisβand after that, as well.
[ you're cool junpei, anddd obviously, he likes cool junpei. ]
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[ LIKE, HE HAS A SWORD, GUYS ]
But hey, same here. on me surviving, and rather seein' you survive. You're funny as shit.
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... no he does. swing it at people, dave. ]
My sense of humor hasn't ever been quoted as a reason to hope for my survival, but I'm pleased to hear it's satisfied you enough.
[ ... ]
Here's to laughing lightly at the face of our captors in the future.
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I'm down to laugh lightly, but we can also full out guffaw at them because. These "motives" should be a trip.