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[trainmasters]

Who: newbies + you
When: Day 22, evening
Where: around

[This evening, out of nowhere, Hazel's carriage disappears. There's a shower of sparkles, a bright light, and after that... it's gone. Anyone who was in its hallway is now in the Garden entrance. The Garden car itself is now hooked to Clover's carriage, as if it had aways been and Hazel was never real. Clover itself is currently bare as well -- the lock screen is dull, completely turned off, and there are no lights inside. No one is there, now, but at least the space remains.

In some carriages, that loss of vibrancy is countered by the appearance of some new heroes. In general, the gloomy mood throughout the train is only heightened by the onset of a heavy storm. Outside there's a crack of thunder that rattles the train, and it begins to pour so hard the edge of the clearing is barely visible through the windows.

The rain, the thunder, and the strobe-light effect of constant lightning will continue til dawn.]

Comments

[voreaciously]

I simply do not wish to be misinterpreted, for good or ill.

[kind of a lie but you know]

But I am not a good person, at any rate. And I did not realise a quiet personality was cause for alarm.

[awakenerd]

I'm not alarmed or anything. It's just a bummer to see a cute girl so dismissive of herself. Especially when she seems pretty nice.

1/2

[voreaciously]

[HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIIIIIIET]

I am not cute or nice!

[YOU LITERALLY JUST MET HER LIKE WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM]

2/2

[voreaciously]

And your mana is continuing to fall as you waste time being spectacularly wrong. It is offending my senses. Kindly do something about it or I shall.

[awakenerd]

.....I'm not nice, she says, while worrying about me.

[voreaciously]

I said it offends my senses, literally and figuratively. Your current state of being is like a red speck upon what should be pristine, white cloth: unsightly and impossible to ignore.

1/2

[awakenerd]

Rewording it isn't going to cloud the base issue you know. I can be pretty dense sometimes but I'm not stupid.

[awakenerd]

Why's it so bad if someone sees your good points, 80H?

[voreaciously]

[she cannot believe this.

she cannot FUCKING BELIEVE THIS. She wants to run away from these asinine questions and conversation, but that will give this--give him--more power and she will not tolerate that.]

I do not object to that notion, provided they are accurate.

[awakenerd]

What's an accurate assessment of your good points according to you?

[voreaciously]

Why is that remotely relevant, presently?

[like FIX YOUR MANA]

Concern yourself with your own pressing affairs.

[awakenerd]

I want to hear it, your list of good traits according to you.

[voreaciously]

[why are you like this

too bad we're doing this.]

Why is that any of your concern?

[awakenerd]

Well, because on top of not wanting to hear about any of your good traits from someone else, it seems like you're avoiding listing any yourself, like maybe you don't think you have any.

[voreaciously]

You are incorrect, but again: whether I am or not, why does that matter to you.

[she enunciates the latter part of the sentence pointedly, as though that will drive the point home because he just met her why the fuck does he care.]

[awakenerd]

Because I do.

Why is this a question miss "hey are you dying I don't even know your name but can I help"?

[voreaciously]

Because you will be useless to everyone if you are so compromised from the start. I told you: I am pragmatic.

[awakenerd]

Sure. And it's pragmatic to avoid answering my question because...?

[voreaciously]

I asked you first.

[yeah, we're doing this.]

And because it does not matter presently.

[awakenerd]

Of course it matters.

[voreaciously]

Is it not rather arrogant and presumptuous of you to repair what is not broken, I must say, but also while you are not of sound body.

[and likely of mind but she doesn't to be rude]

[awakenerd]

Annnd now you're going on the attack.

Look, I'm not trying to fix you, I'm asking a question that you're refusing to answer. That alone kind of answers it though.

[voreaciously]

Of course not. I am not broken. [pfffahahahHAHAHAHAHH] I was speaking figuratively. However, I refuse to answer because you refuse to attend yourself and that was mentioned first. Why is what I say not worth addressing?

[like she knows she's not important but like, also, she's persistent.]

Why should I answer you when you will not heed what I myself have to say?

[awakenerd]

I addressed what you said. I'm not in danger. You don't seem to believe me, but then, I don't believe you, so I guess we're square about that.

[voreaciously]

It is still annoying. Kindly eat something or have sex or whatever it is you do to recover.

[she would not be so blatant to someone she just met, but she is annoyed for a number of reasons, now.]