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[ Isn't it a lovely night? The camp's fairly quiet, for once in a blue moon. They just got out of a match, so... naturally, the most important thing to do is to lurk ominously on the sidelines, an array of flowers in hand. They were supposed to be gifts - quiet ways to spread faith, maybe in hope of gaining an advantage... but oh well, they seem too shy to actually approach anyone. ]

[ The sound of a voice startled them from a daze, in the middle of watching the others. Curious, they shifted their gaze over... ah, the hacker they've heard about. Truthfully, they never knew much of what that entailed, yet they were sharing a space regardless. It was best to be polite. ]

"...Mn."

[ A few hours to spare, then... time to waste, hopefully in temporary rest until the inevitable. They had certainly noticed, how the killer of code seemed to be in such a horrid state after certain games... they didn't know the cause, assuming it to be some sort of exhaustion of power, or perhaps a connection. They didn't often watch the other killers during their games... perhaps they should get in the habit of doing so. ] " ..? " [ How curious. 007n7 had been watching their game? They never noticed. They never really do. Reincarnate simply blinked once as they processed his words, watching for any hint of hostility. ] " I did... you must be annoyed with that, if you're bringing it up... truthfully, I do not quite know how to explain the feeling of sorrow that haunted me upon being near... that one. " [ Reincarnate shifted subtly, trying to shake some lingering unease free with a ruffle of wings. It was foolish, how they hesitated - they knew it well. That hesitation could have been grim, the loss of a game... who knew what would happen if a killer failed. ] " It is simply a taunt by Our Host. I am quite happy to see him, it is just... a shame that he seems to harbor such hatred. I cannot see what they think - the others, them, it does not matter. We are reunited now, even in death. Death cannot separate us - that makes me quite glad. " [ A careful, slow touch shifted their veil into a better position, awkwardly fixing a pin to keep it in place. Their limbs were still stiff from misuse. ]

[ 007n7 paused. Was he annoyed..? .... ]

[ For once, Reincarnate managed a quiet giggle, too soft to be truly coherent. It seemed they were both racking up jests at one another, tonight. Perhaps this was how most of the killers bonded, pinging words and emotions off of one another. That was how most humans bonded in the first place, yes? ] " ... Careful. Yes, I see your point... this place is disorienting, is it not? It is... temperamental, reflecting on each of us as we entangle with this game of death... " [ They were quiet for a moment, spending the time examining the flicker of distress within his expression, the particles that sparked in response. Their hands bound together in a sort of prayer, lacing their fingers together out of habit as they kept an eye on 007n7. Curiosity passed through their mind. ] " You and that boy, yes? " [ They never raised their voice, keeping it gentle as they whispered into the wind. They'd noticed - vaguely - the similarities of 007n7's accompanying particles and screens to one of the survivors, the little red one. Reincarnate couldn't help a hint of fleeting concern... the poor thing did seem a bit young to be stuck in a looping game of death. What a cruel fate... Reincarnate tilted their head to the side idly in thought, as if the words would manifest better at a different angle. ]

[ ....007n7 went completely rigid. Almost on instinct, the screen in his glasses flared, covering the bulk of his already obscured expression. Reincarnates little jab served its point- there was nothing Seven could do to hide for the sins of the past. ]

[ Haha. Perhaps that was not the most wise thing to say, in hindsight. The tension on 007n7's face was hard to miss, even while peering through white feathers typically obstructing their vision. ] " I do not often watch the others when they fight. I see no point in it... though, that child... I have seen that same color of square. " [ A rustle of feathers followed a whisper, using a wing to point towards dark screens in reference. Truthfully, Reincarnate did not know what they were called. They never really bothered to ask about them, and now they doubted they'd learn much of anything about the shifting particles in the air - having ticked off the other killer. ] " I do not know your tie to the child, nor do I expect to be told. I simply share a hint of concern for the way you tensed, for what a young soul is doing in such a horrid game. " [ Reincarnate slowly lowered their wing back to their side. They had never been gifted with caring for children, but even they could sense some sort of faltering connection there. Instead of being helpful and offering condolences, they grinned. ] " Perhaps we both have our reasons to waver in this game. "

"..P3rhaps."

" Must you go? "

[ He stares at the offering from the corner of his eye, hesitent- jaw drawn tense. Hesitent. Before one of the screens dormant flickered back to life, a long, sharp appendage almost akin to a spiders leg reached out from it, taking the shitty bouquet and retreating, storing it away inside the Gu1 without much ceremony. An acceptance. ]

[ They seemed pleased enough with his hesitant acceptance of the bouquet. It was not their best work, yet it was some sort of comfort in this twisted hell. They hoped it would spread some peace, even for a fleeting moment. ]

[ Isn't it a lovely night? The camp's fairly quiet, for once in a blue moon. They just got out of a match, so... naturally, the most important thing to do is to lurk ominously on the sidelines, an array of flowers in hand. They were supposed to be gifts - quiet ways to spread faith, maybe in hope of gaining an advantage... but oh well, they seem too shy to actually approach anyone. ]

[ The sound of a voice startled them from a daze, in the middle of watching the others. Curious, they shifted their gaze over... ah, the hacker they've heard about. Truthfully, they never knew much of what that entailed, yet they were sharing a space regardless. It was best to be polite. ]

"...Mn."

[ A few hours to spare, then... time to waste, hopefully in temporary rest until the inevitable. They had certainly noticed, how the killer of code seemed to be in such a horrid state after certain games... they didn't know the cause, assuming it to be some sort of exhaustion of power, or perhaps a connection. They didn't often watch the other killers during their games... perhaps they should get in the habit of doing so. ] " ..? " [ How curious. 007n7 had been watching their game? They never noticed. They never really do. Reincarnate simply blinked once as they processed his words, watching for any hint of hostility. ] " I did... you must be annoyed with that, if you're bringing it up... truthfully, I do not quite know how to explain the feeling of sorrow that haunted me upon being near... that one. " [ Reincarnate shifted subtly, trying to shake some lingering unease free with a ruffle of wings. It was foolish, how they hesitated - they knew it well. That hesitation could have been grim, the loss of a game... who knew what would happen if a killer failed. ] " It is simply a taunt by Our Host. I am quite happy to see him, it is just... a shame that he seems to harbor such hatred. I cannot see what they think - the others, them, it does not matter. We are reunited now, even in death. Death cannot separate us - that makes me quite glad. " [ A careful, slow touch shifted their veil into a better position, awkwardly fixing a pin to keep it in place. Their limbs were still stiff from misuse. ]

[ 007n7 paused. Was he annoyed..? .... ]

[ For once, Reincarnate managed a quiet giggle, too soft to be truly coherent. It seemed they were both racking up jests at one another, tonight. Perhaps this was how most of the killers bonded, pinging words and emotions off of one another. That was how most humans bonded in the first place, yes? ] " ... Careful. Yes, I see your point... this place is disorienting, is it not? It is... temperamental, reflecting on each of us as we entangle with this game of death... " [ They were quiet for a moment, spending the time examining the flicker of distress within his expression, the particles that sparked in response. Their hands bound together in a sort of prayer, lacing their fingers together out of habit as they kept an eye on 007n7. Curiosity passed through their mind. ] " You and that boy, yes? " [ They never raised their voice, keeping it gentle as they whispered into the wind. They'd noticed - vaguely - the similarities of 007n7's accompanying particles and screens to one of the survivors, the little red one. Reincarnate couldn't help a hint of fleeting concern... the poor thing did seem a bit young to be stuck in a looping game of death. What a cruel fate... Reincarnate tilted their head to the side idly in thought, as if the words would manifest better at a different angle. ]

[ ....007n7 went completely rigid. Almost on instinct, the screen in his glasses flared, covering the bulk of his already obscured expression. Reincarnates little jab served its point- there was nothing Seven could do to hide for the sins of the past. ]

[ Haha. Perhaps that was not the most wise thing to say, in hindsight. The tension on 007n7's face was hard to miss, even while peering through white feathers typically obstructing their vision. ] " I do not often watch the others when they fight. I see no point in it... though, that child... I have seen that same color of square. " [ A rustle of feathers followed a whisper, using a wing to point towards dark screens in reference. Truthfully, Reincarnate did not know what they were called. They never really bothered to ask about them, and now they doubted they'd learn much of anything about the shifting particles in the air - having ticked off the other killer. ] " I do not know your tie to the child, nor do I expect to be told. I simply share a hint of concern for the way you tensed, for what a young soul is doing in such a horrid game. " [ Reincarnate slowly lowered their wing back to their side. They had never been gifted with caring for children, but even they could sense some sort of faltering connection there. Instead of being helpful and offering condolences, they grinned. ] " Perhaps we both have our reasons to waver in this game. "

"..P3rhaps."

" Must you go? "

[ Isn't it a lovely night? The camp's fairly quiet, for once in a blue moon. They just got out of a match, so... naturally, the most important thing to do is to lurk ominously on the sidelines, an array of flowers in hand. They were supposed to be gifts - quiet ways to spread faith, maybe in hope of gaining an advantage... but oh well, they seem too shy to actually approach anyone. ]

[ The sound of a voice startled them from a daze, in the middle of watching the others. Curious, they shifted their gaze over... ah, the hacker they've heard about. Truthfully, they never knew much of what that entailed, yet they were sharing a space regardless. It was best to be polite. ]

"...Mn."

[ A few hours to spare, then... time to waste, hopefully in temporary rest until the inevitable. They had certainly noticed, how the killer of code seemed to be in such a horrid state after certain games... they didn't know the cause, assuming it to be some sort of exhaustion of power, or perhaps a connection. They didn't often watch the other killers during their games... perhaps they should get in the habit of doing so. ] " ..? " [ How curious. 007n7 had been watching their game? They never noticed. They never really do. Reincarnate simply blinked once as they processed his words, watching for any hint of hostility. ] " I did... you must be annoyed with that, if you're bringing it up... truthfully, I do not quite know how to explain the feeling of sorrow that haunted me upon being near... that one. " [ Reincarnate shifted subtly, trying to shake some lingering unease free with a ruffle of wings. It was foolish, how they hesitated - they knew it well. That hesitation could have been grim, the loss of a game... who knew what would happen if a killer failed. ] " It is simply a taunt by Our Host. I am quite happy to see him, it is just... a shame that he seems to harbor such hatred. I cannot see what they think - the others, them, it does not matter. We are reunited now, even in death. Death cannot separate us - that makes me quite glad. " [ A careful, slow touch shifted their veil into a better position, awkwardly fixing a pin to keep it in place. Their limbs were still stiff from misuse. ]

[ 007n7 paused. Was he annoyed..? .... ]

[ For once, Reincarnate managed a quiet giggle, too soft to be truly coherent. It seemed they were both racking up jests at one another, tonight. Perhaps this was how most of the killers bonded, pinging words and emotions off of one another. That was how most humans bonded in the first place, yes? ] " ... Careful. Yes, I see your point... this place is disorienting, is it not? It is... temperamental, reflecting on each of us as we entangle with this game of death... " [ They were quiet for a moment, spending the time examining the flicker of distress within his expression, the particles that sparked in response. Their hands bound together in a sort of prayer, lacing their fingers together out of habit as they kept an eye on 007n7. Curiosity passed through their mind. ] " You and that boy, yes? " [ They never raised their voice, keeping it gentle as they whispered into the wind. They'd noticed - vaguely - the similarities of 007n7's accompanying particles and screens to one of the survivors, the little red one. Reincarnate couldn't help a hint of fleeting concern... the poor thing did seem a bit young to be stuck in a looping game of death. What a cruel fate... Reincarnate tilted their head to the side idly in thought, as if the words would manifest better at a different angle. ]

[ ....007n7 went completely rigid. Almost on instinct, the screen in his glasses flared, covering the bulk of his already obscured expression. Reincarnates little jab served its point- there was nothing Seven could do to hide for the sins of the past. ]

[ Haha. Perhaps that was not the most wise thing to say, in hindsight. The tension on 007n7's face was hard to miss, even while peering through white feathers typically obstructing their vision. ] " I do not often watch the others when they fight. I see no point in it... though, that child... I have seen that same color of square. " [ A rustle of feathers followed a whisper, using a wing to point towards dark screens in reference. Truthfully, Reincarnate did not know what they were called. They never really bothered to ask about them, and now they doubted they'd learn much of anything about the shifting particles in the air - having ticked off the other killer. ] " I do not know your tie to the child, nor do I expect to be told. I simply share a hint of concern for the way you tensed, for what a young soul is doing in such a horrid game. " [ Reincarnate slowly lowered their wing back to their side. They had never been gifted with caring for children, but even they could sense some sort of faltering connection there. Instead of being helpful and offering condolences, they grinned. ] " Perhaps we both have our reasons to waver in this game. "

DAILY TWO TIME 155

[ Isn't it a lovely night? The camp's fairly quiet, for once in a blue moon. They just got out of a match, so... naturally, the most important thing to do is to lurk ominously on the sidelines, an array of flowers in hand. They were supposed to be gifts - quiet ways to spread faith, maybe in hope of gaining an advantage... but oh well, they seem too shy to actually approach anyone. ]

[ The sound of a voice startled them from a daze, in the middle of watching the others. Curious, they shifted their gaze over... ah, the hacker they've heard about. Truthfully, they never knew much of what that entailed, yet they were sharing a space regardless. It was best to be polite. ]

"...Mn."

[ A few hours to spare, then... time to waste, hopefully in temporary rest until the inevitable. They had certainly noticed, how the killer of code seemed to be in such a horrid state after certain games... they didn't know the cause, assuming it to be some sort of exhaustion of power, or perhaps a connection. They didn't often watch the other killers during their games... perhaps they should get in the habit of doing so. ] " ..? " [ How curious. 007n7 had been watching their game? They never noticed. They never really do. Reincarnate simply blinked once as they processed his words, watching for any hint of hostility. ] " I did... you must be annoyed with that, if you're bringing it up... truthfully, I do not quite know how to explain the feeling of sorrow that haunted me upon being near... that one. " [ Reincarnate shifted subtly, trying to shake some lingering unease free with a ruffle of wings. It was foolish, how they hesitated - they knew it well. That hesitation could have been grim, the loss of a game... who knew what would happen if a killer failed. ] " It is simply a taunt by Our Host. I am quite happy to see him, it is just... a shame that he seems to harbor such hatred. I cannot see what they think - the others, them, it does not matter. We are reunited now, even in death. Death cannot separate us - that makes me quite glad. " [ A careful, slow touch shifted their veil into a better position, awkwardly fixing a pin to keep it in place. Their limbs were still stiff from misuse. ]

[ 007n7 paused. Was he annoyed..? .... ]

[ For once, Reincarnate managed a quiet giggle, too soft to be truly coherent. It seemed they were both racking up jests at one another, tonight. Perhaps this was how most of the killers bonded, pinging words and emotions off of one another. That was how most humans bonded in the first place, yes? ] " ... Careful. Yes, I see your point... this place is disorienting, is it not? It is... temperamental, reflecting on each of us as we entangle with this game of death... " [ They were quiet for a moment, spending the time examining the flicker of distress within his expression, the particles that sparked in response. Their hands bound together in a sort of prayer, lacing their fingers together out of habit as they kept an eye on 007n7. Curiosity passed through their mind. ] " You and that boy, yes? " [ They never raised their voice, keeping it gentle as they whispered into the wind. They'd noticed - vaguely - the similarities of 007n7's accompanying particles and screens to one of the survivors, the little red one. Reincarnate couldn't help a hint of fleeting concern... the poor thing did seem a bit young to be stuck in a looping game of death. What a cruel fate... Reincarnate tilted their head to the side idly in thought, as if the words would manifest better at a different angle. ]

[ Isn't it a lovely night? The camp's fairly quiet, for once in a blue moon. They just got out of a match, so... naturally, the most important thing to do is to lurk ominously on the sidelines, an array of flowers in hand. They were supposed to be gifts - quiet ways to spread faith, maybe in hope of gaining an advantage... but oh well, they seem too shy to actually approach anyone. ]

[ The sound of a voice startled them from a daze, in the middle of watching the others. Curious, they shifted their gaze over... ah, the hacker they've heard about. Truthfully, they never knew much of what that entailed, yet they were sharing a space regardless. It was best to be polite. ]

"...Mn."

[ A few hours to spare, then... time to waste, hopefully in temporary rest until the inevitable. They had certainly noticed, how the killer of code seemed to be in such a horrid state after certain games... they didn't know the cause, assuming it to be some sort of exhaustion of power, or perhaps a connection. They didn't often watch the other killers during their games... perhaps they should get in the habit of doing so. ] " ..? " [ How curious. 007n7 had been watching their game? They never noticed. They never really do. Reincarnate simply blinked once as they processed his words, watching for any hint of hostility. ] " I did... you must be annoyed with that, if you're bringing it up... truthfully, I do not quite know how to explain the feeling of sorrow that haunted me upon being near... that one. " [ Reincarnate shifted subtly, trying to shake some lingering unease free with a ruffle of wings. It was foolish, how they hesitated - they knew it well. That hesitation could have been grim, the loss of a game... who knew what would happen if a killer failed. ] " It is simply a taunt by Our Host. I am quite happy to see him, it is just... a shame that he seems to harbor such hatred. I cannot see what they think - the others, them, it does not matter. We are reunited now, even in death. Death cannot separate us - that makes me quite glad. " [ A careful, slow touch shifted their veil into a better position, awkwardly fixing a pin to keep it in place. Their limbs were still stiff from misuse. ]