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   unfortunately, they wouldnât be getting the appreciation & acknowledgement they so desired. such is the cruelty of the haze, & it so dictates that putting up with the snakeâs bullshit goes unrewarded, as itâs the way of life. survival, even. how terrible.
   â âcause that pride aâyours is on the stake?  â
They rolled their eyes, continuing to mop as the snake spoke. As hard as they were trying not to be a dumbass, they were so goddamn bored.Â
âOkay, jerk, Iâll bite,â they replied finally, letting out a sigh. âWhatâs the bet?â
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   defensive, predictable, & noted. the funniest of humans to provoke were those of defensive natures, who were quick to bark back & sometimes even bite. they were the ones most often swayed by lies, deceiving found, as they could be gullible beyond belief â though whether mia was one or not was up to debate. still, this reaction in itself was funny enough, so much that the serpent snickers from his perch.
   â  iâm not helpinâ âcause it ainât my job.  â itâs tossed back without much edge; there is no sharpness, nor an intention to do much beyond jabbing. itâs a variable in this experimental banter, & nothing more. â  but âey, if youâre offerinâ, why donât we make a bet?  â
âYour bets are always rigged,â they replied automatically, gesturing at the fighting ring around them. âWhy would I take one with you?âÂ
They were trying so hard not to be a dumbass. They honestly wished someone was around to appreciate just how much effort was going into that.Â
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   despite his choice of seating upon the nearby table, he hadnât treated it as if it were a pedestal, nor a throne. this was not leverage for the ego, no â deceiving isnât exactly the pompous sort, per se. not like that of clearing eyes. but his regard for humans is little, & an apprentice must do their jobs, mustnât they? he certainly wouldnât be one to aid them by any means; tasks were meant to be grueling, & while his own was far from the worst considerably, that was no excuse to make it easy on them. the ridiculous hours demanded was proof of that enough.
   â âbout 2 am. ya still got a long way tâgo, kid. â
   fingers roll a cigarette between the spaces of each digit, & he hums absentmindedly as he watches them work. a snort passes by, & a brow raises questioningly, if not almost in jest.
   â sâa matter? canât handle the night shift? â
They couldnât help it. The moment their ability to handle anything was challenged, they were overtaken with a wave of defensiveness. It was kinda pathetically predictable, really.Â
âBrave words from someone whoâs not helping,â they said, dunking their mop into the bucket with a bit more force than strictly necessary. âI could do this all night.âÂ
That was a pretty dumb thing to say, but they werenât really thinking straight. It was two in the morning, and no properly-adjusted personâs brain would be functioning at this hour.Â
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I guess you could call this the apprenticeship of hard knocks?
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Mopping up blood, huh. Miasma hadnât expected to be doing this again. Hard, nasty, backbreaking work wasnât exactly what theyâd planned on after going through all the trouble of dying and all that. Not to mention the insanity that was their sleep schedule right now.Â
At least the company was decent.Â
âWhat goddamn time is it, anyway?â
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âI think there has to be a way out, otherwise, they wouldnât offer it to usâbut..â He doesnât really want to know what happens when he goes back, if heâll be lying against that metal desk with blood dripping from his forehead and his eyes blown wide from the sensation of being shot through the school. He doesnât like the thought of it, going back to a failure like thatâNot when he so obviously failed.
âBelieve it or not, If I get out of here? Iâll be right back into a mousetrap. I donât even know if this worse than my first situation.â
âMmm, well thatâs fair.âÂ
Miasma, frankly, hadnât thought of that. They had plenty of reason to go back themself- they had an act to start, they wanted to solve their own murder, they had a brother who probably desperately missed them.Â
âWell...â they continued, biting their thumb lightly in thought, âthe snakes grant wishes, donât they? So maybe we could somehow strongarm them into getting us out of the messes we died in, but...I doubt they hand out wishes willy-nilly...â
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That brutal recreation of his own death, Hikaruâs still not certain of how long he had spent alone within there, wondering if his friends were alrightâIf they were going to come for him or not? It had been the very definition of hell and when he had thought he was getting out of it? Â Well, here he was and here heâd be until something changed.
Either way, he doesnât intend on killing or being killedâNot when Goroâs life hangs within the balance as well. Itâs not even his Goro, but he doesnât want to be in this alone and he supposes thatâs all that matters in the end, doesnât it?
âYeah, I donât even know how thatâd be entertaining. I didnât know Touma, I didnât know Kisaragi-san, but I donât see how someone cruelly killing a child for their own damn sake is entertainingâitâs pathetic.â
Miasma frowned. They seemed to have hit a nerve. Of course they had, the kid had gone through his Daze way more recently than them. It was probably still a fresh wound. Their expression softened a little bit.
âThey seem like...pretty pathetic people. I think Saeru maybe has a grudge against some of the players...some of them seem to know each other from somewhere, but I donât really know much about that. Um. Anyway, I wouldnât go throwing in the towel yet. Weâre really hoping to get the hell out of here somehow.â
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Send me "Come and dance" for my muses reaction to yours taking their hands and pulling them onto the dancefloor
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Heâs actually surprised at the fact that someone else is actually able to give him a decent answer, given how confused he actually is about this whole thing,. It probably would require more explanation before the wildcard was able to fully to understand, what was going on here? Though Mia had given him a decent explanation.  âYeah, um..I was wondering about that. How did they even get us here? I thought once we died, it was doneâI remember getting shot in the head, so itâs just odd to find myself alive in truth.â
âBut why make us go through this? Why motivate us to kill each other? I feel like they could kill at any moment and I know theyâre having fun with it, but I want to think that thereâs another purpose into âŚwell, turning us into something like them.  â
âAre we just here to stay forever? Until all of us perish and become like them?â
âWell, thatâs the question of the hour, now isnât it?â Miasma asked, frowning.
They actually hadnât given it much thought, up to this point, but in all honesty, it didnât add up. Why would Saeru and Gattai need to make a bunch of dead people kill each other? Was it really out of pure desire for amusement? Or was it something more nefarious?
âI donât know how they got us here. I donât remember any of it. I just remember dying and waking up in that really kinda rude recreation of my death. But you make a good point. If those two just wanted to turn us all into snakes, they could just kill us all now like they did that girl...so there must be something else they need out of us first. Unless they really do just want to watch us kill each other for their own amusement....â
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Miasma nodded, a little surprised to be addressed. They recognized the boy addressing them, though. Heâd done remarkably well during the trial, especially for someone who hadnât had the benefit of being there during the investigation. Pretty impressive stuff actually.Â
âUh, hey. Hikaru, right?â they asked. âUm...thatâs a damn good question actually. The best of what I know is...â
They rubbed their temples a bit as they thought, trying not to forget any important details.Â
âWeâre all dead...or something like that. This is something like purgatory, yâknow where your soul goes before it moves on to the afterlife? The snakes snatched us all up so we basically live here now. And they say that we can get brought back to life, with powers and any wish we want granted, but to do that weâd have to kill someone and get away with it. Which, like, obviously, dealbreaker.
âSo if someone dies we get time to investigate the evidence and when itâs done we have to have a trial, and whoever we find guilty gets executed.â They frowned. âBut I guess you know that. And, uhhh...â
âSaeru- thatâs the guy in charge around here- does this thing with the bodies...where he can reanimate them and turn them into snakes like the folks who run the shops...but. As far as we can tell, they donât retain any memories or their old identity, so...it just feels a little gauche...â
@funambulistconflicted.Â
This is one of the few people at the trial who hadnât struck him as crazy. Itâs good to know thereâs still people like that out there, though heâs mainly been sticking to clinging to the elder brunette that had shown up towards the endâHopefully,no oneâs taken notice of thatâŚthough heâs sure that thereâs nothing to worry about, given that the two have become a package deal.
âYouâre erm..Mia, right? Do you mind answering a question of mine?âŚWhat the hellâs going on?â Of course, he knew he could ask Haruka, but the other boy seemed busy and that was that.Â
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âI, uh, I actually was investigating. I just, ahh, stepped away for a minute.âÂ
Miasma shrugged, scratching her head a little. They guessed they probably should be on the investigation right now if they didnât want to lose important evidence to decay. Still, it was awful bold for this stranger to call them out on it when she wasnât even helping, herself.Â
âIâm the one whoâs mostly been handling the body examination, after all,â they continued. âIt doesnât really bother me, but...I need to step out for air once in a while.â
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âWell donât just stand around. Go investigate or something.â Says the one wringing her hands in a corner, not being useful to the investigation at all. That was Makotoâs shtick. Touko was the one who stood around biting her nails and trying not to pass out at the sight of blood. Sheâs gotten better at the not passing out part, considering her past year cleaning up the mess that was Touwa City, but her poor nails had yet to receive a break.Â
âWho me? Iâm a novelist, not a detective. A-And I donât do well with corpses.â
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Miasma felt like shit. They hardly even felt like getting out of bed. But...if the announcement was true, (and by the feeling in their fingers, it was), there was a murderer in their midst. Killing kids, no less. And regardless of how shitty they felt, that couldnât stand.Â
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âAn excellent idea,â Rouxls rubbed the back of his neck. He had never been in charge of much that was important before, being the younger, less successful brother. But it wasnât like he had a choice, responsibility was being hoist upon him either way.
âWhere shall we meet? If you gather half the other adults, I shall gather the rest. Perhaps the Kozakura family will be especially interested, given the large amount of family they have here.â
Miasma nodded slowly.Â
âI have a phone, so at the very least I have everyoneâs names and a way to contact some of them....It might just be easier to split the job up by West and East City...â
They opened the full list of players on their phone and held it so Rouxls could see the screen.Â
âI live in...Superbia, so I could talk to all the adults in the West. But...maybe a little later. I think I need to get my roommate.â
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    the touch of a hand against hers made her gaze flick towards the source, and tears welled in her eyes at the sight of her roommate. they said something, probably something along the lines of needing to get a move on ( although much more nicely, miasma was a good person and roommate ).
    yet it wasnât despair that caused those tears to fall as she nodded.
    it was DREAD.
    dread that ultimately couldnât be resolved right now, or put to rest in this terrible place, and so all she could do was mumble, âokay, miaâ. her arms lowered, falling to her side, but it wasnât likely that sheâd have a smile for at least a few hours, perhaps even a day.
Miasma squeezed Magdalenaâs hand lightly as the two of them headed back towards the Superbia ward. They had to glance down every so often just to make sure Magdalenaâs hand was still there, given that they couldnât feel it in their own.Â
This was....a weird position to be in. Theyâd never been a very responsible person. Back in the circus, Sammy had always been the âolder brotherâ of the two, even if they were technically the same age. But now...they were surrounded with kids and teenagers, and they couldnât feel anything but the overwhelming desire to keep them safe.Â
Especially Magdalena. They guessed it was just that they lived in close proximity, and the evolutionary response to having a younger person around was to immediately need to protect them, but. All the same, even if it was just chemicals in their brain...they wanted her safe.Â
They found themself holding her hand a little more tightly for the rest of the walk.
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Rouxls sighed. Even he didnât have all the answers. âThere are more questions than answers, but if we put our heads together, Iâm sure something will indeed come of it. âŚAnd, more than anything, appearances are important.â
âWonât it bring comfort to the children to know that weâre at least trying? They need a strong figure of authority and rules. If we just run around individually, things will slip through the net, and the consequences could be dire.â
Miasma mulled that over for a second or two before nodding firmly. The stranger was right. The kids didnât need them freaking the hell out right now, they needed proof that everything was going to be okay. If they looked to their authority figures and found them losing hope, there would be nothing to keep them going.
Ugh, responsibility. A burden that had never particularly suited them well.Â
âYouâre right,â they admitted. âWe should...gather the other adults, maybe. Build a...council or something.â
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There was much to do. Rouxlsâ head was spinning- he didnât want to see any more of this. He couldnât.
He had to make up his mind. The adults, they had to rally together, he thought, to keep these children from further harm. He put a hand on her shoulder, âYouâre Miasma, right?â his voice was different than usual. Deeper, less fluttering.
âWe canât just stand around like lemmings. We need to gather and form a plan.â
Miasma didnât feel when a hand was placed on their shoulder, and they startled a little bit when they heard the unfamiliar voice, sure that it was about to precede an attack. When it became clear that they were in no danger, they relaxed a bit and took a deep breath.Â
âFor what? I mean, Iâm all for doing something, but what even can we do, besides try to keep the kids out of danger as best we can?â
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Miasma was still recovering from the shock of the horrible event themself, although they had to admit that their lack of touch was helping. It was easy to get back on their feet when they couldnât feel their stomach churning, couldnât feel the tears involuntarily rising to their eyes.Â
And anyway, now wasnât the time to wallow. There were kids here. It was on them to be the grown up. And here was their roommate, still in shock from the looks of things. They swallowed and walked up to her, folding a hand around hers. They knew she wouldnât be able to hear anything they said, but maybe talking could help calm her down all the same.Â
âCome on, Maggie. Letâs go home.âÂ
     âw-wait, what? whatâŚ?â her proficiency to reading lips was practically bare minimum, but when she saw the snakes, all she could do was gasp.
    one of the other girls was dead. sheâŚshe didnât even know her NAME.
    even after the crowd cleared, one could still see magdalena standing there, trembling, arms wrapped around herself. she had seen the results, had seen the girlâs changed appearance, and yet, all she could murmur without hearing herself was âwhyâ.
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