[WELCOME TO THE BAR. Non-conning Cloud into going to the bar as if he wouldn't be there sometime already.
Unfortunately, Jason is already seated there. He glances over a shoulder and sort of nods with his chin in greeting. Hello. He reaches out with an empty rocks glass and places it down on the counter in front of the next stool.
It's an offer, but Cloud doesn't have to take it.]
honestly, it's not like jason was the worst company, so sure, he'll sit next to him. and of course cloud went to bars, they remind him of tifa. and also he got so used to it because he had one in redacted since i think i'm funny. so there he is, and he grabs something to just do like, idk, whiskey on the rocks. he is not a bartender. ]
Only thing I found was the "guest list". [ he'd missed it yesterday? he swirls the glass a bit without drinking from it ] And a lot of missing knives.
[ in that the kitchen has no knives now. and that's. about what he expected. ]
Nothing that'd actually be useful. Looks like we're not in a five day style scenario. [ raises his glass in a kind of sorry about your loss moment for jason ]
Oh, the guestbook? Yeah. We had one in the mansion. [He too is not surprised about the knives really. Sort of. But both brows raise anyway, in a kind of "I see" way. He takes a sip of his drink.........] The razor really not enough for them? Damn. Sounds like they need to work on their skills.
I should be thankful, but that just means I've got eight weeks ahead of me maybe. Exciting. [Dry.] You guys used to not having anything? I'm missing more shit than I ever was last time.
We had profiles in portable phones. Easier to reference then. [ so this is more annoying. jason mentions the razor and he kind of huffs ] Maybe they think they can dual-wield 'em.
[ whatever people need he is not a cook so this is a cook problem. ]
People lost most of their personal junk, but we provided stuff. Like... beds. Showers. And they got to keep their actual clothes.
[ he's so offended at how they have to sleep on the floor when they have been given room keys right now. ]
[WTF. He could barely get a book?! Then again, they had a lot of their shit on them.]
We had whatever was on us, I guess. So I had about three weapons. [Cloud is valid in this one thing.] We spent most of our time in the jungle, but the mansion had some amenities.
Yeah. Made it easier to keep in touch for announcements and whatever.
[ can't wait until jason learns about the other games having libraries ]
... So you spent your nights hunted in the jungle, and then during the day you were hanging out in a mansion before you had to choose who was the secret hunter?
Basically. Ivan would toss us out at night, and you'd pray you didn't hear any dogs. In the morning, we could go in for breakfast, and we took role call. Whoever was missing was likely dead.
Then we'd go looking for their bodies. For some reason, a lot of them had been brutalized. Chopped up and stuff. It made us feral. Then we met in the dining hall for dinner while pointing fingers at each other.
Yeah. The Generals would hunt "prey" in groups of two with guns, but they had foxhounds too. Your body would get sluggish as you ran, and the dogs would make it easier for them to track and get you.
[I FORGOT ABOUT LOVELESS AND NOW I WISH TO FORGET AGAIN]
Sort of. She was there to judge our souls, but thought it'd be fun to make a game of it. [You know. As you do?] Nah. The Generals were told they had to kill in order to save everyone. They tried to do it as neatly as possible.
Someone else was doing it. Someone who had been playing in hunting games for a long time.
[ i wish i could forget about gackt. anyway cloud frowns because "had to kill to save everyone" is, uh. remarkably similar, but theirs was true, so he decides to not... compare yet. ]
So... what, there was a plant among your group? They pretended to be like the rest of you but were secretly a big bad?
There was a mole. She was called the Zaroff. She'd been trapped to play the hunting games until she could meet whatever conditions let her win her freedom. She wasn't really bad so much as... she had her own self-interest. She was an old... I don't know, cat god, or something. She was tired and wanted to die.
She worked for The Judge, so she was brutalizing the bodies.
Probably a better shot than to just keep doing what she was doing, since this one actually worked. [ allegedly, considering jason is here, but let's pretend. ] So how'd your partner sell you over if the hunt worked like that?
The mention of his partner makes him huff in annoyance. Man, he hates that fucking cat!!]
We were Foxes. We could investigate one person at a time for information. Everyone knew this because it was in the rule book, so they were all looking for us for different reasons. He suspected at least one sword had to be a General.
So he used my name instead of his own so it would get back to them. They got rid of me, knowing if I wasn’t a Fox, I might be the Gunsmith. That left him having ties to one of the Rainsfords, the people who could protect someone. He really had it made, that shitty ass cat. Don’t ever trust cats. They’re the devil.
[ with most animals that are not chocobos or red xiii also, but maybe this is the sentence that makes it so cloud never trusts cait sith. who knows. instead he leans his chin on his hand, elbow on the table as he thinks on how to summarize redacted ]
Our group got pulled under the idea that there was something destroying the wider universe at the core through memories. It was a lot of mumbo-jumbo, and most of it was made-up since it was a simulation... Though apparently the worlds did end up in trouble somehow. [ he doesn't understand kingdom hearts and moves on ] Just in case "saving the universe" wasn't enough of an incentive, the participants were split into teams and whichever got the most made up points got a wish at the end of things. Somehow, the wish part ended up real, too.
... The longer everything went on, the more the participants would lose their memories. The six of us were meant to be a buffer with that by connecting to our teams. We gave up our own memories of our lives, and in exchange our teams would get a slower loss of memory. Or something.
[ he takes a swig ]
Murder wasn't supposed to be part of it at first. Took most of us by surprise.
[He snorts.] I told you that you were a boyscout. [Lookit you being all sweet to your teammates behind the scenes.
He scratches the back of his neck, then lowers his hand to loosen the tie messily.]
You guys got to “save the universe”? Must be nice to be the Justice League. [He makes it sound like this is not nice, so it’s fine.] You said you redid it, right? Cycles?
Let’s hope this shithole doesn’t need to be done over until we get it right.
[ what kind of dorky name. he doesn't acknowledge the boy scout thing. also his own tie is pretty messed up and his suit rumpled. i am not explaining why i am just now remembering. he rolls the glass so the ice goes clink clink ]
Yeah. Cycles. I don't remember the details of any of them, but the group kept going until everyone could come back. Six of us were the only ones who could get the memories of those previous tries back, but that made for some... messes. In our last, murder started because someone remembered dying and sent one of her team to kill the responsible party.
[this is my favorite icon bc the flower and the expression sum up cloud as a whole]
A group of powerful goody-two-shoes who protect the planet and the universe from powerful maniacs with a god complex.
[This is as simple as he can put it really without explaining how superheroes work. That's not the fires he's always sticking his irons in anyway. It's fine.]
Someone jumped the gun? Wow, I'm so surprised. Tsurumaru tried to convince me that everyone would definitely work together for a great good.
[ cloud says, like that's not what his party is doing trying to beat up sephiroth currently. it's fine. no one @ him. ]
If it does end up happening, it'll take a few weeks. But I'm pretty sure with those dreams we've had they'll be trying harder than ever to pit everyone against each other.
[Why is he speaking for the League? It's fine! This is the one thing he and Bruce would agree on ever potentially.
He finishes off his drink and puts the glass down in front of him, but who knows if it's with finality or not.]
Honestly? I only give it a couple of days, but I'm a cynic. Not for us, I mean for them. By next week, if we're not entertaining enough, they'll be pulling the strings.
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Unfortunately, Jason is already seated there. He glances over a shoulder and sort of nods with his chin in greeting. Hello. He reaches out with an empty rocks glass and places it down on the counter in front of the next stool.
It's an offer, but Cloud doesn't have to take it.]
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honestly, it's not like jason was the worst company, so sure, he'll sit next to him. and of course cloud went to bars, they remind him of tifa. and also he got so used to it because he had one in redacted since i think i'm funny. so there he is, and he grabs something to just do like, idk, whiskey on the rocks. he is not a bartender. ]
Hey. Find out anything useful since yesterday?
[ he does not sound like he expects much ]
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Unless you count finding out there's a lot of whackos among us.
[Jason is not a bartender, but he probably could make Cloud a drink. But he does not because he thinks Cloud wants to do it himself. It's fine.]
You?
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[ in that the kitchen has no knives now. and that's. about what he expected. ]
Nothing that'd actually be useful. Looks like we're not in a five day style scenario. [ raises his glass in a kind of sorry about your loss moment for jason ]
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I should be thankful, but that just means I've got eight weeks ahead of me maybe. Exciting. [Dry.] You guys used to not having anything? I'm missing more shit than I ever was last time.
Guess they wised up and took it all.
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[ whatever people need he is not a cook so this is a cook problem. ]
People lost most of their personal junk, but we provided stuff. Like... beds. Showers. And they got to keep their actual clothes.
[ he's so offended at how they have to sleep on the floor when they have been given room keys right now. ]
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[WTF. He could barely get a book?! Then again, they had a lot of their shit on them.]
We had whatever was on us, I guess. So I had about three weapons. [Cloud is valid in this one thing.] We spent most of our time in the jungle, but the mansion had some amenities.
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[ can't wait until jason learns about the other games having libraries ]
... So you spent your nights hunted in the jungle, and then during the day you were hanging out in a mansion before you had to choose who was the secret hunter?
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Basically. Ivan would toss us out at night, and you'd pray you didn't hear any dogs. In the morning, we could go in for breakfast, and we took role call. Whoever was missing was likely dead.
Then we'd go looking for their bodies. For some reason, a lot of them had been brutalized. Chopped up and stuff. It made us feral. Then we met in the dining hall for dinner while pointing fingers at each other.
Got rid of a few innocent people that way.
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... Dogs?
[ jason, were you eaten by furries ]
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Yeah. The Generals would hunt "prey" in groups of two with guns, but they had foxhounds too. Your body would get sluggish as you ran, and the dogs would make it easier for them to track and get you.
[:')]
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What, did the Judge get off to people's suffering? [ what the fuck, man. ] So they messed up the bodies after shooting you guys?
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Sort of. She was there to judge our souls, but thought it'd be fun to make a game of it. [You know. As you do?] Nah. The Generals were told they had to kill in order to save everyone. They tried to do it as neatly as possible.
Someone else was doing it. Someone who had been playing in hunting games for a long time.
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So... what, there was a plant among your group? They pretended to be like the rest of you but were secretly a big bad?
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[MoM and The Judge are dating.]
There was a mole. She was called the Zaroff. She'd been trapped to play the hunting games until she could meet whatever conditions let her win her freedom. She wasn't really bad so much as... she had her own self-interest. She was an old... I don't know, cat god, or something. She was tired and wanted to die.
She worked for The Judge, so she was brutalizing the bodies.
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[ WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS LORE CLOUD IS SO TIRED?? CAT GOD???? ]
So did she betray the Judge too?
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[Shoves useless lore at Cloud. The cat god was luckily a canon thing, and he did not have to think a lot about it, thanks.]
Yeah. It was a risk, but she could still get her freedom, so: why not.
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The mention of his partner makes him huff in annoyance. Man, he hates that fucking cat!!]
We were Foxes. We could investigate one person at a time for information. Everyone knew this because it was in the rule book, so they were all looking for us for different reasons. He suspected at least one sword had to be a General.
So he used my name instead of his own so it would get back to them. They got rid of me, knowing if I wasn’t a Fox, I might be the Gunsmith. That left him having ties to one of the Rainsfords, the people who could protect someone. He really had it made, that shitty ass cat. Don’t ever trust cats. They’re the devil.
[He peers at Cloud.]
Your turn to tell me info about your game.
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[ with most animals that are not chocobos or red xiii also, but maybe this is the sentence that makes it so cloud never trusts cait sith. who knows. instead he leans his chin on his hand, elbow on the table as he thinks on how to summarize redacted ]
Our group got pulled under the idea that there was something destroying the wider universe at the core through memories. It was a lot of mumbo-jumbo, and most of it was made-up since it was a simulation... Though apparently the worlds did end up in trouble somehow. [ he doesn't understand kingdom hearts and moves on ] Just in case "saving the universe" wasn't enough of an incentive, the participants were split into teams and whichever got the most made up points got a wish at the end of things. Somehow, the wish part ended up real, too.
... The longer everything went on, the more the participants would lose their memories. The six of us were meant to be a buffer with that by connecting to our teams. We gave up our own memories of our lives, and in exchange our teams would get a slower loss of memory. Or something.
[ he takes a swig ]
Murder wasn't supposed to be part of it at first. Took most of us by surprise.
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He scratches the back of his neck, then lowers his hand to loosen the tie messily.]
You guys got to “save the universe”? Must be nice to be the Justice League. [He makes it sound like this is not nice, so it’s fine.] You said you redid it, right? Cycles?
Let’s hope this shithole doesn’t need to be done over until we get it right.
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[ what kind of dorky name. he doesn't acknowledge the boy scout thing. also his own tie is pretty messed up and his suit rumpled. i am not explaining why i am just now remembering. he rolls the glass so the ice goes clink clink ]
Yeah. Cycles. I don't remember the details of any of them, but the group kept going until everyone could come back. Six of us were the only ones who could get the memories of those previous tries back, but that made for some... messes. In our last, murder started because someone remembered dying and sent one of her team to kill the responsible party.
[ he sounds so tired. TIGER!!! ]
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A group of powerful goody-two-shoes who protect the planet and the universe from powerful maniacs with a god complex.
[This is as simple as he can put it really without explaining how superheroes work. That's not the fires he's always sticking his irons in anyway. It's fine.]
Someone jumped the gun? Wow, I'm so surprised. Tsurumaru tried to convince me that everyone would definitely work together for a great good.
[He does not sound convinced.]
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[ cloud says, like that's not what his party is doing trying to beat up sephiroth currently. it's fine. no one @ him. ]
If it does end up happening, it'll take a few weeks. But I'm pretty sure with those dreams we've had they'll be trying harder than ever to pit everyone against each other.
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[Why is he speaking for the League? It's fine! This is the one thing he and Bruce would agree on ever potentially.
He finishes off his drink and puts the glass down in front of him, but who knows if it's with finality or not.]
Honestly? I only give it a couple of days, but I'm a cynic. Not for us, I mean for them. By next week, if we're not entertaining enough, they'll be pulling the strings.
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