[A pause, as she wildly misinterprets why Sheila thinks she might be upset.]
Well, I guess it's not the most elegant way to fight back... And it wasn't a pleasant feeling to experience, I'll say that much! But it's not like you had a weapon there at the ready, either. Ahh, it's a shame, but sometimes you have to do the best with what you have.
[She frowns, glancing towards Sheila, but the glance is enough to send them straight into another memory.
You're in a field, wide and open. There are a multitude of other people (several hundred, by your rough count) standing in this same field, but nobody is moving just yet; it seems like everyone is waiting for something instead, tense and ready for some kind of conflict. The reason why becomes clear when a voice sounds from a cube that floats in the air.
"Good morning, Regulars! Your first test is a simple one."
As you watch the cube expectantly, holding onto your weapon, a timer appears on the cube. 30:00, it reads.
"Just survive until this timer reaches zero! Easy enough, right? You can use whatever means you want to do that. So... Good luck!"
You understand, as does everyone on that field, exactly what the implication there is. Deep down, somewhere that's been buried inside you for hundreds of years, there's a flicker of dissatisfaction, of unhappiness - but as the timer ticks down to 29:59, it doesn't stop you, nor any of the others. Everyone starts to move at once.
In the battle that ensues, some of them come towards you, and you attack some of them first. It doesn't change the outcome for a single person on that field. You're fast and you're strong, and none of the fights you get into last long. It's a little too easy, honestly - you wonder if the test administrator knows who you are, knows the kind of strength you've been given. Regardless, as the fights go on, you feel nothing. You force yourself to feel nothing even as the blood soaks more and more of the field, as more and more bodies find their way onto the ground.
There are seconds left on the clock when you find the last two remaining survivors, raising your needle to a blonde girl around your size - but before the tip can meet its mark, the cube emits an alarm. The three of you turn your head as you hear the same voice from before speaking, sounding notably more panicked.
"S-Stop! The test is over! You three are the victors, and you can pass to the next floor as a team!"
You can tell from the alarm in that voice that he expected more people to live. He didn't know what you were capable of. Still, you stand down immediately, and the memory ends.
[Her immediate reaction. She has a hand pressed to her mouth, eyes wide as she regards Endorsi — though there is only shock visible in her expression. That sure was a death match! And one very reminiscent of the execution they witnessed yesterday, yikes.]
Extremely different. In my world, I could go to jail for what I did to Gary? Which is super unfair because, being attached to his dick made him such a terrible person.
Okay. So cops are like... what we do at trials? Except they get nice cars, money, and they actually catch people who break the law. But only sometimes. And most of the times, don't.
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... You don't care that I bit his fingers off?
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Well, I guess it's not the most elegant way to fight back... And it wasn't a pleasant feeling to experience, I'll say that much! But it's not like you had a weapon there at the ready, either. Ahh, it's a shame, but sometimes you have to do the best with what you have.
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[She is? So baffled?]
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If it doesn't bother you, then I guess that's that. It's just— most people would be a little shocked by it?
[For several reasons, most of which she will not disclose at this time. It's fine.]
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[She frowns, glancing towards Sheila, but the glance is enough to send them straight into another memory.
You're in a field, wide and open. There are a multitude of other people (several hundred, by your rough count) standing in this same field, but nobody is moving just yet; it seems like everyone is waiting for something instead, tense and ready for some kind of conflict. The reason why becomes clear when a voice sounds from a cube that floats in the air.
"Good morning, Regulars! Your first test is a simple one."
As you watch the cube expectantly, holding onto your weapon, a timer appears on the cube. 30:00, it reads.
"Just survive until this timer reaches zero! Easy enough, right? You can use whatever means you want to do that. So... Good luck!"
You understand, as does everyone on that field, exactly what the implication there is. Deep down, somewhere that's been buried inside you for hundreds of years, there's a flicker of dissatisfaction, of unhappiness - but as the timer ticks down to 29:59, it doesn't stop you, nor any of the others. Everyone starts to move at once.
In the battle that ensues, some of them come towards you, and you attack some of them first. It doesn't change the outcome for a single person on that field. You're fast and you're strong, and none of the fights you get into last long. It's a little too easy, honestly - you wonder if the test administrator knows who you are, knows the kind of strength you've been given. Regardless, as the fights go on, you feel nothing. You force yourself to feel nothing even as the blood soaks more and more of the field, as more and more bodies find their way onto the ground.
There are seconds left on the clock when you find the last two remaining survivors, raising your needle to a blonde girl around your size - but before the tip can meet its mark, the cube emits an alarm. The three of you turn your head as you hear the same voice from before speaking, sounding notably more panicked.
"S-Stop! The test is over! You three are the victors, and you can pass to the next floor as a team!"
You can tell from the alarm in that voice that he expected more people to live. He didn't know what you were capable of. Still, you stand down immediately, and the memory ends.
As it fades away, she freezes.]
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[Her immediate reaction. She has a hand pressed to her mouth, eyes wide as she regards Endorsi — though there is only shock visible in her expression. That sure was a death match! And one very reminiscent of the execution they witnessed yesterday, yikes.]
That was a test?
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...Yes. That's what I'm used to.
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That's horrible! Why the fuck would they make you fight your way through that?
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All of us were there by choice.
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... Okay. But can we acknowledge the fact that, regardless of whether you signed up or not, it's pretty fucked up that it exists anyway?
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[respect her cultural differences, sheila?? (do not.)]
But it's just a part of my home.
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[She will not respect these cultural differences because they suck.]
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We're from very different places, I'm guessing?
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What? Why would they send you to jail for defending yourself?
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[he died it's fine]
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[she says, like it's just that easy...]
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[IF ONLY...]
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[Oh No]
Like, a member of the guard?
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[????]
Mostly, I mean the cops.
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[Staring into the proverbial sun, explaining nothing.]
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Were you going to explain, or...
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[Still staring at the proverbial sun.]
Okay. So cops are like... what we do at trials? Except they get nice cars, money, and they actually catch people who break the law. But only sometimes. And most of the times, don't.
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