[His silence is one that lingers. So he folds his arms over his chest, wordlessly following and leaving behind the ghost of Akane one more time, and the memory of a broken Carlos at his feet.]
She was braver than she gave herself credit for. [Likewise, the mention of Escha hurts enough to make him grow quiet.] But she's got Logy and Prompto with her. There wasn't much that could hurt her more than he vote itself.
She could protect one person from death per week, and also told me that to hold a role means certain verbal restrictions are placed on a person. Given that Kagachi-san revealed he had voted for me but nothing else, I assume he has a role as well -- or is in close contact with the people who do.
[Just continuing on in a breezy, even voice, her arms folded in her kimono sleeves. She leads the way to the hallway where the bedrooms are.]
... I had wondered if your role gave you access to trinkets of a person's past, truth be told. But since Escha-chan did not give me a name when I asked, either she was telling the truth about not knowing, or speaking would have put you in danger. I'm not sure which...
--oh, but don't bother answering anything if your head will pop off your shoulders for it. This is precisely why I told you I do not mind if you keep secrets from me.
No, but I know where those came from. I never told Escha because I made a promise to that person that I wouldn't until they were sure they were cleared. [So he knows, at least.] The rules seem to vary from person to person but they all kind of end up with the same implications.
[Don't spill.] ...there are thirteen of them, and I know about nine. We just don't know what it means to have all of them in-play. Or...almost all of them. [Escha :(]
[He follows her into her room, arms folded and eyes glancing around.]
It's like I've said from the very beginning. [A reminder.] As far as I know, the roles are meant to help but some might be more helpful than others. That's not their fault though. The game seems to be designed to be running a certain way.
[She says before gracefully crawling into the bed herself, on the search for a pillow to shove her face into]
And I am tired, obviously.
[duh]
I'll be napping, and you'll be joining me, and if you complain then I'll renounce my promise to be your Servant before subsequently murdering you in cold blood.
I didn't think I had to defend myself against you. [It's grumbled in annoyance, but he watches her move closer. From this distance, she can also probably see that it's been some time since he's rested properly even though he's continuing to track her movements.]
It's Tuesday. You're not allowed to murder off-schedule. [This is funnier because of what happens later this evening, sorry Dimitri. But he concedes and just...flops down again.] ...no more than an hour, okay?
[She notices that Junpei is only barely hiding back his fatigue, but in a way, it makes no difference to her.
She was going to slide up by his side and place her head against his shoulder regardless, and gives a tired little nod at his request, eyes already slipping closed]
[He winds an arm around her waist to hold her close even if his grip is loose. He doesn't entirely close his eyes, but he at least falls quiet and lets her sleep. Soon enough, he also sleeps.]
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She was braver than she gave herself credit for. [Likewise, the mention of Escha hurts enough to make him grow quiet.] But she's got Logy and Prompto with her. There wasn't much that could hurt her more than he vote itself.
She told you about herself then.
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She could protect one person from death per week, and also told me that to hold a role means certain verbal restrictions are placed on a person. Given that Kagachi-san revealed he had voted for me but nothing else, I assume he has a role as well -- or is in close contact with the people who do.
[Just continuing on in a breezy, even voice, her arms folded in her kimono sleeves. She leads the way to the hallway where the bedrooms are.]
... I had wondered if your role gave you access to trinkets of a person's past, truth be told. But since Escha-chan did not give me a name when I asked, either she was telling the truth about not knowing, or speaking would have put you in danger. I'm not sure which...
--oh, but don't bother answering anything if your head will pop off your shoulders for it. This is precisely why I told you I do not mind if you keep secrets from me.
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No, but I know where those came from. I never told Escha because I made a promise to that person that I wouldn't until they were sure they were cleared. [So he knows, at least.] The rules seem to vary from person to person but they all kind of end up with the same implications.
[Don't spill.] ...there are thirteen of them, and I know about nine. We just don't know what it means to have all of them in-play. Or...almost all of them. [Escha :(]
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[Apparently she is... leading them to her room, and only pauses long enough to stick her head in before nodding in satisfaction. Zero isn't there]
Are the roles meant to help us in any capacity? ... I admit, this is more game-like than I anticipated.
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It's like I've said from the very beginning. [A reminder.] As far as I know, the roles are meant to help but some might be more helpful than others. That's not their fault though. The game seems to be designed to be running a certain way.
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[And then she
turns to him
and without warning, is going to punt him into bed
... and when I mean punt I mean trip him right into it once he's wandered close enough to her foot, do not let this 5'2" frame fool you]
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What was that for?!
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[She says before gracefully crawling into the bed herself, on the search for a pillow to shove her face into]
And I am tired, obviously.
[duh]
I'll be napping, and you'll be joining me, and if you complain then I'll renounce my promise to be your Servant before subsequently murdering you in cold blood.
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It's Tuesday. You're not allowed to murder off-schedule. [This is funnier because of what happens later this evening, sorry Dimitri. But he concedes and just...flops down again.] ...no more than an hour, okay?
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She was going to slide up by his side and place her head against his shoulder regardless, and gives a tired little nod at his request, eyes already slipping closed]
... No more than an hour.
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