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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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[voreaciously]

[She watches him idly.]

The bottle is for you.

[bad_crowmance]

See, I knew I liked you!

[ He flashes a wink and a grin at 80H. ]

[voreaciously]

...You do?

[bad_crowmance]

Heh. What, did you think I hate you or something?

[voreaciously]

No. Hate is...it takes a great deal of investment to hate someone. I did not think so.

[she knows what it's like to be hated, she would not miss that]

[bad_crowmance]

So yeah, I like you. ....Don't overthink that.

[ He says, knowing she will probably overthink that. ]

[voreaciously]

[She makes a face for a moment, clearly wanting to protest, but...doesn't.

she's not giving up, she does think she is remotely likable but she is

tired.

Not physically, but she hates she had to reveal anything of herself, much less as much as she did even if she managed to retain some secrets, as well.]

There is something I should tell you.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Maybe he likes unlikable people, 80H! But he glances over at her curiously. ]

Oh yeah? What's up?

[voreaciously]

I am...dead.

[funny how this does not get any easier]

I considered submitting it for points with you, truly considered, but it did not feel right to me...like you deserved better than that. I have a lot of fun with you, but you are not a game to me.

[bad_crowmance]

A secret... just for the sake of a secret, huh? No games, no trials.

[ He's quiet for a long moment as he absorbs that, staring up at the sky. There's a lot to absorb there. Honestly, it doesn't change anything-- not on the surface. It's a huge concession from her, though, and he knows that's important. That they've definitely gotten closer than he'd ever intended.

...It's not the worst thing.

It feels like maybe he should say something too, but also-- that it would be taking away from this moment and maybe he doesn't want that. So he keeps his words locked up inside of him for now. Maybe later. He does speak up again at last, though. ]

I have a lot of fun with you, too. You can be pretty cute sometimes.

[voreaciously]

[She feels...

guilty, disgusting.]

H-hey, what is that, all of a sudden? [More importantly--] Are you not angry?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances over at her again, confusion writ all over his face. ]

Why... would I be angry?

i'm sorry

[voreaciously]

Granted, I am not human, so it is different, however, technically speaking I have made you a necrophiliac. People tend to want to be informed of that. My apologies.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Perhaps the correct response to that isn't laughter, but that's what she's getting out of Crow. It's just too funny is the thing, it's too funny and maybe he should tell her but he'd have to stop laughing first. ]

[voreaciously]

Crow-han! I am serious! Cease your laughter this instant!

[gosh. gosh!11 she wants to flick or pull him, but he's the victim here, but he doesn't seem to really think so or something???]

I do not understand you at all.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He shakes his head, but it still takes another moment before the laughter subsides enough for him to talk. ]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's just-- everything else aside, it doesn't change anything. You're still you. Still moving, walking, talking. Even if you're dead-- even if you're undead. Whatever it is. Isn't the problem with necrophilia that corpses can't consent? Besides...

[voreaciously]

Besides...?

[bad_crowmance]

Besides....

[ The last hiccups of laughter escape from him and he glances at one of the twinkling violet stars. ]

....So am I.

[voreaciously]

...I see. I am sorry.

[She lets it hang in silence. He will not know it, but she doesn't need to process it much, it's mostly out of respect for his own secret, his own reveal.]

But something is different for you, you are properly alive now.

[He...is not like her, she has seen his internals enough to know.]

[bad_crowmance]

Am I...?

[ He still doesn't look away from the stars. ]

So, what's the difference?

lmk if this is okay/accurate

[voreaciously]

You may have died, but you are alive now. Properly, though there is a slight point of interest. I have seen your internals enough times to know, though. For a basis of comparison, I have dealt with and deal with various states of living or death in my work. However, I...

[She looks heavenward. What is she, anymore? What is it to be a shade? Undead? A spectre? A ghoul?]</small. I am complicated.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "A slight point of interest...?" He'll get to that later perhaps. ]

"Complicated," huh?

[ He's curious! But he's not gonna push too hard. ]

[voreaciously]

I could not tell you if I am meant to be some sort of spirit or...[she sighs]. I still retain a soul, the last I investigated, so I cannot be a zombie, but...

[perhaps the closest thing is a vampire but even then that is not quite right.]

I remain deceased. A facsimile. Incomplete. Simply...wrong.

[bad_crowmance]

[ "Simply wrong." He wonders, idly, how much of that is an accurate assessment and how much is 80H's garbage-tier self-esteem. But he'll be generous enough not to call her out on that. ]

Well, at least you're in good company. Naeva, Rean... I'm not saying your circumstances are anything like theirs, but it sounds like there's some stuff that's similar-- not quite alive anymore, but can you really be called properly dead if you're still around? The whole thing's pretty existential.

[voreaciously]

Yes, I can. I appreciate the philosophy, but I remember what it is to be alive some days and this is not...being dead has weakened me, to say the least.

[she isn't as strong and she's corrupted to hell and back, but she feels like--[ ]]

Please forgive me, I am complaining. It is not important.

[gonna drink dat wiiine]