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🎹 — 'hmn..your coat looks quite fluffy~..'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Touch it and I kill you. ”

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🎹 — 'i don't like our host very much..-'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Who does? ”

(They laugh it off after. Seems they have a disdain for the king of hearts as well.)

🎹 — 'honestly, i think most of us used the interviews to get a jab or two at him. lyric and i certainly did..'

#🎥: the camera listens #💣: tick tock #🎹: Last ones out

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ You did? Ha... One may be slightly more. What's the word... petty than that. ”

(They stand idly with their hands behind their back...)

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🎹 — 'i don't like our host very much..-'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Who does? ”

(They laugh it off after. Seems they have a disdain for the king of hearts as well.)

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🎹 — '...sandbag is taking a while aswell...ohhh...how much time is there left of the game?'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ He'll be fine. Quit putting thoughts in my head. ”

(Their tone turned serious, but they wouldn't look at Onpu anymore. They were dead set staring at the TV in front of them with a woeful heart pounding in their chest. How kind can the moron be?)

#🎥: the camera listens #💣: tick tock #🦈💣: A heart that doesn't listen #< sandeden tag bc i said so

{ takes place before blackjack }

…

hi.

< juni smiles plainly, waving from afar. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Eden sharply turns to the sound of a new foe. They wave enthusiastically back, almost childishly so.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Salutations! ”

(They drop their waving arm soon after speaking, clasping their hands behind their back before walking over with a not-so subtle bounce to their step. They stop only mere inches from the other.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And who might you be to dare make your presence? ”

salutations as well!

< they clasp it’s arms at it’s chest, not moving to make any personal space. >

juni! < … > that is my name. you’re the… ‘eerie timebomb’, if i’m correct? i must say, i admire your persistence. to be happy.

(they have a certain mix of awkwardness and formality to it’s tone. after a moment, they reach a hand out for eden to shake.)

(They could only laugh at the comment. Eden doesn't find it truly hard to find happiness when death is nearby. It makes you look for the nitty gritty things in life.)

(They stare down at the hand before them, blinking wildly as if confused, but shortly after they take it's hand and shake wildly and profusely, yet their grip is shaky, cold, and not nearly as tight as it should be.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Juni's quite the name! ”

(... It's hard to tell if that's a compliment or insult.)

haha.

< it laughs along plainly— not a real laugh. more of like a text-to-speech voice imitating a laugh. ignoring the quirks in their mannerisms, it lets go of the hand shake and simply clasps its hands back together. >

oh, thank you. i like my name very much. it was given to me by my mother when i was born. what’s your name?

< they cock their head to the side in curiosity, though it doesn’t really show on their face. >

(They let their hand fall to their side limply as if their hand had suddenly detached from all connection to their body. They didn't seem to care or mind truly.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One may be called Eden, but there could be thousands of names and prophecies. ”

(They shrug after speaking. Their freakish optimism never fading from their voice.)

very deep. extremely. you seem quite open to messages of god.

< they pause. >

well, not god. but a beautiful force of nature. perhaps you have gone through hard situations in your life? well, i’d think so, considering you’re in this ‘game’ with us.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One would not say hardship as it was very self inflicted! ”

(They pause for a moment, their optimism dropping.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One is considered a terrorist. ”

(And then it picks back up again.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And if God ever dawned on me, he did not create a lasting impression in my absence of life! Though one may suppose that God would not affiliate with such a soulless twist such as I. ”

ooh, wow. a ‘terrorist.’

< it cover it’s mouth, imitating shock, but it doesn’t reach their face nor their tone. >

oh, that sure is disappointing. but tell me, have you ever experienced the glory of a sunrise? or a sunset? you seem the type to enjoy frolicking. i’m quite sure you’re not a ‘soulless twist.’ but if so… it seems it may take some time to bring you into the light.

(Eden nods at the first comment. They wouldn't go into much further detail, but it's a given title.)

(Their optimism dies down again as Juni speaks of sunsets, sunrises, glory, frolicking... Actions done particularly by children. They can only stare with wide, curious eyes, before their gaze turns down and they swallow hard.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Your light would not receive me. You speak so wholeheartedly of a creature you do not know nor understand. Rest your luck for the games. ”

< briefly— for just a moment— juni’s smile dropped. but that plain smile returns once again after a moment. >

ah, i see. you’re quite troubled… so much that you say that i do not know nor understand her! truly disappointing. i’ll pray that you can manage to delve out of the darkness soon enough.

(The previously limp hand mocks Juni as it speaks, opening and closing rapidly to the sound of it's speech.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Meh, why rummage through the dark when you are your own light? Create of yourself, not of others! ”

(The optimism peaks back into Eden's voice, showing just how sporadic the time bomb seems to be. Their free hand fiddles with the grenade pin-shaped exclusion from their collar, twirling it excessively.)

…

< they just stare at eden, watching as they mock it’s preachings. a tinge of irritation stirs in it’s chest, but they quickly crush it back down before they can acknowledge it too much. >

you seem to misunderstand my words. i’m simply trying to share something meaningful with you! but… i see you’re quite… stubborn. it’s okay. she’ll reach you eventually.

< it flashes a smile before turning around and walking away, steps firm yet light. >

(As Juni walks away, Eden can't help their smile twisting into worse. They wave enthusiastically as it walks away.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Here's to hoping your god reaches you first! ”

(They speak so chirply to be wishing death upon someone to blatantly.)

@polite-pianist <- during blackjack

🎹 — 'starry...starry is taking a while to arrive..'

(//who's gonna tell her TT)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ The poor fool's probably dropped dead by now. ”

(Eden shrugs, not caring for the outcome.)

#// OMG HI :3c #🎥: the camera listens #💣: tick tock #🩸: moderator

{ takes place before blackjack }

…

hi.

< juni smiles plainly, waving from afar. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Eden sharply turns to the sound of a new foe. They wave enthusiastically back, almost childishly so.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Salutations! ”

(They drop their waving arm soon after speaking, clasping their hands behind their back before walking over with a not-so subtle bounce to their step. They stop only mere inches from the other.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And who might you be to dare make your presence? ”

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🎹 — 'eden...we are so done for..'

(//round 1 - during the group discussion things)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ You talk SO funny! Such despairing too, maybe I should just— ”

(They point the gun at Onpu and pulled the trigger, letting out a loud 'BANG!'.)

onpu flinches at the sudden noise, stepping back from the gun. it wasn't the object that scared her but rather the noise it could make. besides, eden couldn't necessarily shoot her.

🎹 — 'ah-ahaha..how..frightening..'

she laughed, a little envious how joyful eden seemed during this whole ordeal. to be able to smile through anything was truly a beautiful talent and one she tried to do.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Let loose a little... it might do you some good. ”

(There's a faux pout in their face. They tap the gun's barrel on Onpu's head a few times.)

🎹 — 'ahh...it's..a bit hard to do that..my apologies TT'

she says, not really minding the tap. she might die of worse in a few minutes, anyways.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ peak into that fragile soul and twist it until it lets go! ”

(They speak so giddily. They keep tapping the guns barrel on Onpu's head.)

🎹 — 'that is if i can even keep my soul in my body..'

she replies, albeit a bit amused. she is still letting her tap her head.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One let go of their soul a looong time ago! Along with one's humanity and sanity. ”

🎹 — 'well, you must be a rather unique one to let go of your soul and to still stand up straight, ms timebomb~!'

she chimed, joyfully.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Is one up straight standing or is it a mortician's work to seem so? ”

🎹 — 'perhaps both?'

she had no idea what they wee saying.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Ohoho! So one has defied the living and the grave? My, you make one sound like Jesus. ”

🎹 — 'hmn..i suppose i have, how fun~'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Maybe one can be a Godless Jesus! ”

(They sound rather ecstatic about that.)

🎹 — 'oooh, now that'd be interesting~!'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ mmm... wouldn't be good for prophecy though. ”

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🎹 — 'have you ever played an instrument, ms timebomb?'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ when I was much younger. ”

🎹 — 'really? how lovely~! if you don't mind me asking, what did you play?'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Violin and saxophone mostly. ”

Oh and onpu has cannibalistic tendencies and thoughts.. aswell as sharp teeth

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Who doesn't? ”

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🎹 — 'have you ever played an instrument, ms timebomb?'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ when I was much younger. ”

did you know onpu used to taxidermise small animals and collect bones?

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ EUGH— ”

(The terrorist is afraid of taxidermy. Interesting.)

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‎♪ — 'i haven't even played piano in a while..huhuhu...atleast the dress is pretty..'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And one is not a time bomb! What fun! ”

(They speak so matter-of-factly but the way they spin the pin on their collar begs to contradict what they say.)

🎹 — 'hmn...quite fair i suppose..'

she replies, not really bothering commenting on the contradiction.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ just have fun with it. Not every life is lived properly. ”

(They flick Opnu's head.)

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‎♪ — 'i haven't even played piano in a while..huhuhu...atleast the dress is pretty..'

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And one is not a time bomb! What fun! ”

(They speak so matter-of-factly but the way they spin the pin on their collar begs to contradict what they say.)

(Olivine can feel someone staring. There's something piercing into their back, but it cannot be seen. It can see Olivine, but the playwrite can't see it.)

(That is until it seems to jump out from nowhere and slither their cold, dead hands on their shoulders.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Boo! ”

(The timebomb giggles after doing so, prying their hands off of Olivine and jumping back.)

-- @eerie--timebomb

{ Olivine spooks ever so slightly, then slowly and calmly turns its head around to behold the rather bold personality that has presented itself. }

♱˚✎ ` ` My, my, and who might you be? Quite the explosive air you have to you, I must say. ` `

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Aren't you a jester! One might be referred to as a timebomb... or Eden. ”

(They stare intensely at the playwrite, a hunter with its prey. Their hands are clasped behind their back however.)

{ Olivine cocks its head to the side. The porcelain face it wears conceals its expression. One can only imagine what's going through the head of the poet. }

♱ ˚ ✎ ` ` Timebomb, hm? Sounds rather dread inducing; the implication you have a set time to live. Then again, we're all running on borrowed time, in a sense. ` `

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Haha—ha... Aren't you broody? ”

(They pull slightly on their collar, on a particular metal piece that's awfully shaped like a pin to a bomb. They have a sudden fascination in not looking at Olivine.)

{ It hums casually, portraying internal pondering. }

♱ ˚ ✎ ` ` Perhaps I just appreciate a good tragedy more than others. You seem quite uneasy about the fact you're highly likely to die here. ` `

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Isn't one always highly likely to die, even at birth or before birth? The stakes of death mean nothing to a soulless twist such as I, for a mortician has already has his way with me! ”

(Their on-edge tone dissipates in an instant. They speak giddyly, as if speaking of home and warmth and not the cold choke of death.)

♱ ˚ ✎ ` ` A good point; tomorrow is never guaranteed regardless of circumstance. Hm. You speak of your own demise as if it has the same emotional atmosphere as an anticipated celebration, such as your birthday. Why is that? ` `

{ It's tone is oddly accusatory but primarily objective and curious. }

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ it IS an anticipated celebration! Death is inevitable, and there's even a party after! One could wish to be alive to be there. ”

(They wink after. Putting the fun in funeral, I suppose.)

{ Olivine chuckles lightly; its collected and almost performative, but nevertheless. }

♱ ˚ ✎ ` ` Well, you certainly have an intriguing way of perceiving it. Though, the implication that you hold no fear for your passing makes the notion a tad bittersweet. ` `

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Bittersweet how? One does not understand the ways of you damned fools. ”

(They fiddle slightly with the pin on their collar. They loop their finger into the snatch and twirl it but never pull on it.)

♱ ˚ ✎ ` ` Hm. Well, how lowly you hold the value of your life, of course. One has to wonder, are you incapable of the fear? or have you deliberately conditioned yourself to such a state? ` `