Kill Game ✧ Ch. 1 || Orpheus ✧
A kill game... to throw in an extra blind bet... well, it’s not too dissimilar to all this she finds. Just like gambling, you have to know who’s at the table and what all the rules are. It’s easy for people to be confident when they have all the answers; that’s likely the story behind the twin twerp robot revolution. However, over-confidence kills and she’s quite a sharpshooter with the right facts in her hands.
The first step had been to study all the profiles. Now that she had some names perfected and data in her head, she was getting somewhere. This puzzle proved to be of interest too, she found. At the very least it gave her a clearer goal than the simple ‘leave this situation’ one she’d had prior. Or rather, still had, just, more on the backburner. Impatience was a killer and who wanted to die? Not her, that was for sure.
So here she was, on the prowl for company. It didn’t matter who, really, she just needed someone to bounce ideas off. There weren’t many interesting places to check out and not much in the way of hubs of activity. She supposed the dining room was the closest to such an area but... well, it lacked that sort of lounge-y feel, she felt. It didn’t matter, most people were probably hiding away in their rooms, scurrying to makes alliances and plans with back-up plans to match. Predicting human behaviour was something she had some confidence in, after all.
As sad as it sounded, the dining room, she felt, was still her best option for company so that was her destination for now. What a claustrophobic atmosphere, to be stuck with such little space.
To Ebi’s surprise, she wasn’t the first one here. Golden hair, glasses, fancy clothing... and a dazzling pocketwatch. Could it be, could it be? A real-life prince? Pfft. No, it was just that fantasy author. She’d done her research so she knew the basics at least. Hopefully he wasn’t the panicking type; it would be interesting to hear a creative type’s thoughts on the situation.
“Good afternoon~ it’s Orpheus-san, isn’t it? Not bad pronunciation skills, hmm? I made sure to be prepared.”
Blegh, but it still sounded weird, all those big clunky syllables. Uri Ebi was a perfect name, one kanji each, Amami-style, just the way it should be. Well, he clearly wasn’t Japanese so kanji didn’t apply to him.. but she cursed it nonetheless. Maybe O-chan would work.
“... Do you have time for me? Everything’s so gloomy and I’m so bored. I may be a stranger but I figure a little conversation never did anyone any harm! It could even help us. And besides... I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in that reward...“
Yes, the puzzle itself was... well, it was what it was, a puzzle. Some people got enjoyment out of it. She had nothing against them but she was hardly passionate about them. But rewards? Now that, was something she was very passionatea bout.
