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landsharkbite:

Rosa simply stared then, languidly and blankly. So, she was familiar enough to know her name and allude to what lost her an arm? Maybe it wasn’t too big a stretch to conclude that those white coats weren’t a costume at all. She truly couldn’t decide if that made things better or worse.

”Okay… I see. Now I get it.”

For everything Rosa had wanted to say to these scientists over the past two years, for how frequently and vehemently she’d wanted to chew these people out for what all they’d dragged her through– for whatever reason, she couldn’t get it out now… she was just too damn tired to do it right.

“So which one are you, then? Larry, Curly or Moe?”

Luckily, pettiness by itself was free. Not to mention it was less likely to get her evaporated or blown up on the whole. “It didn’t pop off, by the way, it burned off. If you’re gonna use your elevated position as a pseudo-entity to be a browbeater, get it right.”

Holly snorts. “Three Stooges, huh? Ouchie, I’m wounded. Wouldn’t exactly be comedic if I blew your head off, y’know. Still, credit’s due: brave move. Brave, but stupid. Anyways -- I’m Holly. Want a handshake?”

She takes a big swig of her drink, grinning like the devil.

“Yeah, yeah, popped, burned, whateveeer. You of all people should know how a few drinks can zap someone’s memory, Rosa. At the end of the day, it’s all the same: that thing’s gone, and that’s what I’m saying! You’re a knucklehead. What trainwrecks you poor things can be sometimes.” She sighs, shaking her head. “At least it’s good entertainment. More importantly, what the hell’s that dweeb you’re dating even wearing? A sweater vest, really? If I wanted to get my eyes singed, I’d look at the sun.”

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quiet-or-die:

Sanzo almost just leaves. He’s gotten what he’s came here for, his own “data, ”  (with the bare minimum of carefully crafted dialogue) but why the hell not? Not as if he particularly cares for parties. And any data is skewed (hell knows what he just got is), even as any data, as she points out, is valuable.

(Though how he skewed hers, she’ll have to figure out herself, just as he will need to figure out how she skewed the data she gave him.)

Besides. He’s bored and needs more cigarettes, and there’s a hallway full of hell in high heels and feather boas between him and the door.

It’s not as if he gets to throw this shit back and forth with someone else much. People in general either take it too seriously or without any hint of interest, and, either way, it doesn’t really get to achieve what it’s actually meant for.

‘“Gales that reveal light grass” and “even an insect is half a soul” are phrases thrown out to insist or to test, whether the users acknowledge them as having such ulterior purpose or not. 

“You return what is generally regarded as “humility” with a phrase that can be taken as commentary on how the great forces of the world reveal beauty that otherwise goes unseen, even while acknowledging such forces’ potential for destruction. A justification, to some degree.”

“Not quite the response the judges were looking for, but I’ll give you points for something of a textbook definition.” She gave the man a thoroughly amused look before going back to her drink. “I’m more interested in your time here. What you have come to know about yourself and the like. Besides becoming somewhat more surly than usual, that is.”

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ujigintokidon:

         Don’t be a fool and lose a high paying client! This was his chance to give odd jobs the respectable attention, also to fill his wallet with more then just 300 yen. ❝Oi! wait wait wait!❞Gintoki begins to waves his hands at the woman, hoping to redirect his previous question. Don’t mess this up. ❝Did I say that? hahahahahaha, just some playful humor before I get to work.❞ the amount of awkwardness with his laugh was real, the samurai scratching the back of his head so rapidly..hair probably began to fall out. ❝Consider this a deal, uh..whats your name again?❞ 

3 million yen come to daddy.

          ❝ Wait? I thought you were the one who wasn’t interested in taking the job, ❞ she speaks, lips pursing as if in thought of it all. nope, this idiot was right where she wanted him, at least. ❝ Oh? Well, I suppose if it was humour, I could let it slide just this once. By all means. ❞ a smile is given, handing the case over with ease. were one to open it, they would find the appropriate amount along with one hidden surprise when it was spent. ❝ Dieu. Now then, it’s a pleasure dieuing business with you, Gin. Do make me proud. ❞

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witch-of-origins:

A thoughtful tilt of Maria’s head before she settled a box of dark chocolates in front of the new person. Dark chocolate, eighty percent. Maria thought this treat would suit the lady’s taste buds.

She didn’t want to go home, but passing out treats was her favorite part of this party.

          ❝ Oh? A gift? What a thoughtful subject you are. This isn’t some tribute for your pledge to go home, now, is it? ❞ she will, however, take one to eat.

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pearlfectionate:

“W-what kind of dirty liar are you?! You’re not going to send anyone back!”

          ❝ Thinking I’m lying. I’m devastated. Here, allow me to assuage your claims out of the kindness of my heart. ❞ as if she had any such thing. with a snap of her fingers does the other vanish before her in a cloak of invisibility, a pleasant smile on the blonde’s face. ❝ My work here is done. ❞

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          ❝ Charging to be sent home? Please, she’s likely trying to con you all for some funds to buy actual friends for once. If you truly wish to go home, you’re welcome to ask me. Those above must be gracious to their subjects for their good faith and dedication come times. ❞

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gamma-ursae-maj0ris:

“Then until that time, I see no need to even think of worshiping you, nor a reason why you should proclaim that demand to all others in this area.”

          ❝ That’s fine by me. I merely asked a question, after all. It wasn’t like a command in the slightest. But... I’ve grown a bit interested in you. My, I hope you enjoy your time in the city after this party. I only want the best for my subjects, in the end. ❞

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tailoredtokill:

A smirk, along with a grateful bow of his head, were given to Renae. Glad to see that even the scientists knew of his dedication to his craft–it likely made Satsuki look better, too. Though, part of him wondered if she simply knew everything about him already.

“Absolutely. There is comfort in familiarity, and through my observations, the Life Fibers provided to me seem largely identical to the species from my own universe. However it seems they’ve built their own colony among themselves, effectively intertwining together to create a new hive mind different than the Primordial Life Fiber we faced in Honnouji. That in itself is incredible, if a little unsettling.”

At least it wasn’t as huge as the other–and Iori intended to keep it that way. That was why the kill switch was installed, after all.

“I’ve been testing their power on applications other than uniforms–as guitar strings, as an adhesive… Though I have no doubt you have the means to simply access the lab computer and look through those logs yourself, hm?”

There was a gleam of curiosity in his eye…

“I only await new challenges and opportunities to use them and learn about them.”

“Of course I have access to your systems. I’m part of the reason you even have them to begin with. But reading through logs and speaking with their author directly are two very different things. You can’t get a sense of personal connection from cold things like hard data. That requires something a little more... physical, in terms of interaction, so to speak.

“I have to wonder, though. Are you certain you’re ready for any challenge you might be willing to face with them? I recall when I handed down your first major one. You seemed rather... conflicted to experiment on your ‘friend’.” 

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mediumofthestars:

✯ It’s admittedly kinda hard for Maya not to think that after everything the scientists have made the citizens go through, but she’s smart enough not to say that out loud.

✯ “In that case, maaaaaybe, who knows, if I prove myself to be a super good host, you’ll give me a cool reward like, say, a superpower or something? Pretty please?!”

          ❝ I’m not sure about superpowers, but there could definitely be something. After all, we’ve been generous in the past, have we not? ❞ a smile with a tilt of her head. she knew, for a fact, that it was true due to her own rewards given come times. ❝ What were you exactly wanting as a reward, anyway? If you prove yourself, I may just be inclined to grant it. ❞

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arguses:

      “Yeah, yeah, bet you group all of us together too, so it ain’t so different.” Peacock huffs, crossing her arms. Her answer clearly doesn’t please the tween in the least. “Why’s it gotta be me doin’ stuff fer you, huh? The hell do ya get outta depriving me the tools I need to survive!? At least gimme a real gun or somethin’.”

          ❝ Perhaps when addressing you collectively. But we do have individual stats and tiers for you all, ❞ she smiles, tapping her chin with a tilt of her head. ❝ Because, my darling subject, that’s how you get back what we took. Didn’t you read the manual? Do I need new glasses? You seem to have lived just fine until now. ❞

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ujigintokidon:

             Odd jobs Gin is back at it again with the strange requests. Either way, if a huge amount of money is involved..turning a dead eye could be plausible. ❝You’re quick to bring the money, I can tell you’re a serious client.❞ Gintoki takes the list and looks it over, brows slightly furrowing from the very odd requests that were listed. Whether it was in order or not, he’ll figure it out.  ❝Uh,Question.❞ was she wanting him to low key kill someone like he was some g*lgo 13???  ❝This seems more like a hit list then some job you want someone to do cause you’re too lazy to do it.❞    

          ❝ I’m always serious. ❞ partially, perhaps. when it came to certain things such as the harassment of this particular colleague. ❝ My, I never knew shaving someone’s head or a mere trip into a wall was considered a hit list. And here I thought I had found quite the Odd Jobs to trust my request with. I guess I’ll have to take my business elsewhere and let others know they aren’t up for the tasks they ask. Oh, but do enjoy the party, won’t you? ❞ dieu, those examples were likely not the ones he was outright concerned for.

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insightdamned:

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« ∫ “I believe you should know that you’ve taken the weapon from a federal agent.” Gideon pulls out his identification and shows it, irritation in his dark brown eyes.  “You better have a damn good reason for it.”

          ❝ And I believe you should know that your status as a federal agent is null and void here, hm? Well, maybe some citizens might say otherwise, but truly there is no absolute law. ❞ eyes glance at the identification, partially ignoring it. ❝ Our reason? For science, of course. ❞

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There’s a resounding ‘whap’ as Holly slams a clipboard and pen down, grinning smugly. “First ten subjects who sign their name get to go home tomorrow! ♪ Oh, just don’t forget the small fee of ten bucks. Eye for an eye, gas money, blah blah.”

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tailoredtokill:

A shake of his head as he carefully took her glasses, and a sewing kit was produced from the pocket of his costume (he never went anywhere without it–like a wallet, or a cellphone.) In that kit was a tiny screw driver, which he plucked out to use after he took off the mask of his costume.

“Neither of those, actually. I’m a tailor–seeing an accessory on someone that doesn’t fit right irritates me. So if I can fix it…”

…There. His hand reached out to give them back to her.

“I will. Now, try that.”

“How dutiful,” she said simply as she took them back from him. “But I suppose that’s what I would come to expect from you, Shirou Iori.”

Renae slipped her glasses back on, feeling them out as she gave the young man time for her words to sink in. She remembered now that he’d been part of some fascinating things involving items from his world--ones they had been able to replicate here in Hive City. Fortune was on her side during this little pleasure cruise, it seemed.

“I’m interested to know what you’ve been doing with the powers you’ve been granted since your arrival back in the city. You’re more than willing to talk about it, yes?”

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quiet-or-die:

“Humility?” Sanzo snorts, rolls his eyes, lights a cigarette. “It looks like you make as many assumptions. I could care less about your ‘humility.’”

Or his own.

In his experience, those with so-said “humility” are merely the ones to die first in a violent world. 

“ ‘che. Are we trading shitty koans now?”

Or perhaps a reference to Thoreau. (Sanzo’s gotten only more well-versed in Western Literature since coming here and having more access to translations, and originals.)

“…or would you like an actual answer.”

“If you could care less, then I suppose you have a bit more investment than you think, hm?” She smiled a bit as she looked back into the contents of her glass, seemingly mesmerized by whatever reflection she saw there. “We can continue batting around veiled bits of philosophy if you would like. It’s rather entertaining in its own right. But, if you want to provide me with an answer, I’ll certainly take it. I am a researcher, after all. All data is valuable, however small.”

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actuallymuffet:

Muffet giggled in response, and wrapped an arm around Renae’s shoulder to gently pull her into a side hug. Normally, she wouldn’t like to hug a stranger… but for Renae? She could make an exception!

“Oh, come on, darling… why the rush? I’ve only spoken a couple sentences to you! I could go talk to the other scientists, of course, but you’re my favourite one~”

“There’s a free cake with your name on it in it for you, if you humour me~”

“You have approximately five seconds to remove your spindly appendage from my person before you sorely regret even thinking of touching me.” 

The air started to grow acrid as small flashes of electricity danced near the woman’s feet. As dangerous as it seemed, it didn’t compare to the frigid stare Renae was giving Muffet in that moment. Fear had always been a highway to anger for most, but for the scientist, it was open and there was no speed limit to be found. In all honesty, her outrage was the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in a heap.

“Whatever it is you want to say, say it and be done. Otherwise, there will be a localized soaking vinegar rain waiting for you and yours upon your return home.”

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Who are the real insects here?

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quiet-or-die:

Sanzo approaches the scientist he deems is least likely to waste his time (if only because she is the only one he can’t quite get a read on. Different from Holly, for instance, who reminds him so much of Ukoku, with the charming surface and the darkness lurking beneath, waiting for the slip.)

“‘Even a small insect is half a soul,’ have you heard it?” 

An apparent non segue. Mere drivel. 

But Sanzo’s never one to waste his time on such things. (However a person reacts to the statement reveals more than they might suspect. Such is the inherent nature of a kaon.) 

And he’s testing—judging if she’s worth his time.

(Sanzo’s met gods before. Both those who set themselves up as such, and the actuality. It’s never particularly mattered to him though. He’ll shoot you all the same, and judge you for himself.)

Renae’s eyes flickered up from her glass, taking in the man’s heavy stare. She wasn’t sobered by the look, though. Quite the contrary, in fact. His words had saved the encounter--and himself, most likely.

“I’ve heard many words on lessons in humility. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my time here, it’s that you all simply adore making assumptions about us.” She sipped her punch, staring off into the crowd but addressing him all the same. “Now, tell me, sir: what do you know of gales that reveal light grass?”