The Eleventh Trial

[catcophonous]

Who: everyone
When: Day 23, evening
Where: The Trial Zone

[Just as twilight darkens the clearing, you hear the train's customary shift, the sign of a Trial.

Outside in the clearing, a brick building has appeared. It's shabby, paint peeling from the heavy door, but the windows are full of neon signs advertising various brands of liquor. From inside you can hear the thumping of bass, and the faint sounds of a rowdy rock song.

A voice chimes in, lazy but amused.]

You all know what this is. I'm not "come hither"ing you. Just get in here.

Comments

[awakenerd]

Well do you mind if I keep talking to you at least? If you really can't stand it you can clearly tell me no right now and I'll let you be.

[voreaciously]

Talk to me about what?

[she can avoid him too but it helps to have intel.]

[awakenerd]

Anything?

[voreaciously]

That is specific.

[awakenerd]

Well it's not like I'll know what I want to talk about ahead of time.

[voreaciously]

You did not mean now?

[awakenerd]

No, just in general.

[voreaciously]

Permit me to lay this before you: you wish to continue speaking to me, even though I am antisocial, a terrible conversationalist, and have absolutely no desire to form any sort of bond with anyone whatsoever?

[awakenerd]

Yeah?

[He's not sure what point she's making?]

[voreaciously]

[




REAN.]

You are an odd one, Mister Rean. If it is not interesting, I will not waste my time.

[awakenerd]

Please don't with the mister...

[voreaciously]

You did not give me a family name, I have not much recourse.

[awakenerd]

I'd rather just be Rean.

[voreaciously]

Rean-sama, then.

[awakenerd]

Sama...? Could you go with something less ostentatious please?

Sensei, maybe, if you insist on formality.

[voreaciously]

[ok, firstly, drat

secondly--]

You said you were a Divine Knight? That is hardly ostentatious and why "sensei"?

[it's not a defensive question, she wants to know what it is he's done to warrant it for her curiosity, she can call him that no problem]

[awakenerd]

[Sorry he's a fucking weeaboo.]

According to Randy I was a history instructor, I don't think I'd mind going by a title like that.

[voreaciously]

Mister Or--he knows who you are?

[awakenerd]

We were coworkers apparently, so yeah.

[voreaciously]

I see. That is for--[no wait hold the phone]

You were a history teacher and then you became a powerful spiritual entity?

[like, mind doesn't blow so much as whistle because familiars and spirits and servants are a thing but these are some, hm, humble? beginnings?

how the fuck]

[awakenerd]

I don't know what happened either you know. You'd have to ask Randy or Rufus. But they don't seem to know how I ended up a divine knight, but they at least remember more than I do.

[voreaciously]

My apologies.

[she does sound a bit softer and sincere. Amnesia is really, really rough. She wouldn't wish it on anyone.








except kuuha maybe. double amnesia.]

[awakenerd]

It's fine.

[He can only guess what she's apologizing about but he isn't fussed.]

[voreaciously]

But Lord Rufus as well, you say.

[RUFUS DOESN'T FUSS ABOUT TITLES!!!]

My, what a growing number of people.

[awakenerd]

Yeah. Four of us does seem like a fair percentage.