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.
I mean, I know that part. Just... if there is murder--which there will more than likely be murder--what's going to be the incentive to start? Because, sure, I'm a pessimist, but there's a lot of do-gooders here.
I don't know if they'd immediately jump to slaughtering the rest of us to look for a way to help a hostage, not when we didn't take them. So someone else is going to have to ring the bell for dinner. Right?
I don't think we know enough about everyone here to say for sure none of them would jump for it. [ he nods at jason ] Or it's like your own thing, and there's a plant. All you need is one for people to start accepting that's how things have to be. Especially if that's how everything was solved in the previous.
Once a week, but it wasn't necessarily one body. [ and sometimes it was a rat on Saturday, but he's ignoring Pikachu. ] For a few, they were asked to do it by their own Leaders. Killing an infection kind of deal. For others, it was something they decided to do on their own for their own reasons. And then by the end, the only way to get the dead from your own team back was to get a certain number of kills.
Not surprised. We didn't have one body for one day either. Sometimes, it was five.
[Ha ha...
He's still frowning at the explanation, though.] Great. [Love that for them.]
When it happened, do you know what it was like? I mean... we were all tossed out in the jungle to run around all night. If the Generals picked us, when they came with the dogs, we'd get sluggish. Is that how it went for you all?
[ five is. a lot. he does not say it but his eyebrows do raise. old murdergames truly were wild ]
It was more like a fight. Thursday nights, everyone who wasn't about to kill or be killed passed out. Killers sought out their victims and did what they had to. Messed up the location to hide evidence. Once or twice, someone picked badly, and they got things switched on them.
[They were so wild when we did not look ever at bodies at all.]
Hold on--back up a second: they passed out? [IMAGINE BEING FORCED TO BE UNCONSCIOUS WHEN MURDERING IS HAPPENING.] God dammit.
[Nooooooooo, his maniacal Bat plans to try to do something about the murdering. Noooo. Oh well. Why did they wisen up so much? He just wants to shoot people being naughty.]
Uh. Someone was picked to get rid of them, and we just knifed them or something over the dinner table before we got kicked out into the jungle for the night.
[ha
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Can't wait for Cloud to get to see Royce execute Sephiroth.]
[Poor innocent and not guilty this time, twenty-year-old Sephiroth.... (no)]
Seriously? [He's frowning, but doesn't look surprised.] We had a few kids, too. Actually, several of them were Generals. One of them was one of the two who came to kill me.
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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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Couple of days sounds about right. From what I've heard, for most groups, it took a little less than a week for first blood to be drawn.
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[A short time full of turbo pain and terror. It's fine.]
Wonder what the incentive is going to be.
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You didn't get the weird dream before coming here?
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I mean, I know that part. Just... if there is murder--which there will more than likely be murder--what's going to be the incentive to start? Because, sure, I'm a pessimist, but there's a lot of do-gooders here.
I don't know if they'd immediately jump to slaughtering the rest of us to look for a way to help a hostage, not when we didn't take them. So someone else is going to have to ring the bell for dinner. Right?
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In the end, does it matter when the outcome is going to be the same regardless?
You only had murders, what? Once a week? How’s they go down?
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So I guess you could say we had all kinds.
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[Ha ha...
He's still frowning at the explanation, though.] Great. [Love that for them.]
When it happened, do you know what it was like? I mean... we were all tossed out in the jungle to run around all night. If the Generals picked us, when they came with the dogs, we'd get sluggish. Is that how it went for you all?
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It was more like a fight. Thursday nights, everyone who wasn't about to kill or be killed passed out. Killers sought out their victims and did what they had to. Messed up the location to hide evidence. Once or twice, someone picked badly, and they got things switched on them.
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Hold on--back up a second: they passed out? [IMAGINE BEING FORCED TO BE UNCONSCIOUS WHEN MURDERING IS HAPPENING.] God dammit.
[Nooooooooo, his maniacal Bat plans to try to do something about the murdering. Noooo. Oh well. Why did they wisen up so much? He just wants to shoot people being naughty.]
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[ a VERY SHITTY WAY ]
I don't know how it worked in other places though. Could be it's different here. But I don't know how likely that is.
[ 0% this is a murdergame ]
How'd the guys you picked die? We had public executions after votes. It was... a thing.
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Uh. Someone was picked to get rid of them, and we just knifed them or something over the dinner table before we got kicked out into the jungle for the night.
[ha
ha
Can't wait for Cloud to get to see Royce execute Sephiroth.]
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but anyway ]
... At least it was consistent. Ours changed every time. Sent a kid to die out in space once.
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Seriously? [He's frowning, but doesn't look surprised.] We had a few kids, too. Actually, several of them were Generals. One of them was one of the two who came to kill me.
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