pc catchall for shess (nonbelligerent)

[foodbin]

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[foodbin]

Well, as stupidly cliched as this sounds... It all started when the meteor hit my town.

[She shrugs.]

You said there were... not people from your clan, but other people you knew who would go to other planets and try to wipe out the people there, right? It was a little bit like that.

[nonbelligerent]

[he nods slowly, his expression grim.]

[foodbin]

Well, the way it worked was... Whatever they were, they didn't have bodies of their own. They had to take over the ones around them, which kicked whoever was already in it out.

[Which probably explains her thing about possession. Hm.]

And there's not really a way to get them out or bring back the person who was there before.

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

Almost like a parasite, then. A dangerous enemy to have to deal with.

[foodbin]

Yeah, well... Most parasites can't act and speak like the people you trusted. So, even worse. Figures, right?

[nonbelligerent]

I take it things haven't gotten better, then.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a few moments.]

It seems weird to say, but I was lucky to come here. There's no way things could have gotten better anyways.

[nonbelligerent]

So your world is already doomed?

[foodbin]

[After another few seconds, glancing down at the ground:]

We had a plan, but... It didn't work the way we thought it would. And then it was too late.

[...]

But it doesn't matter, because now I'm here, and I'm not going to fuck it up this time.

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

If we make it out of here alive, or at least set the pathways so that our deaths aren't permanent, perhaps you can check with Sol or Lune to see if you could be sent to a different universe.

[foodbin]

They told me I could bring it back if things here went well enough. Something about the universe rewarding our hard work.

[nonbelligerent]

Is that so? Then that's certainly a good incentive to do your best.

[foodbin]

Right. Just have to ignore the constant crushing terror that it'll go exactly like it did last time.

[She sounds... flippant, at least.]

[nonbelligerent]

Life can't be perfect, unfortunately.

[foodbin]

I think I get that better than most people. Trust me.

[nonbelligerent]

[he just nods.

a pause, and then:]

By the way, how did you get Hisoka to agree to check Shirasu?

[foodbin]

...I didn't want to owe him two favors, so I told him he could decide who to send the note to and write it himself this week.

[nonbelligerent]

Do you know who he sent it to? Or what he wrote?

[foodbin]

Yeah. It was to Julius, and all he wrote was 'fr, mm, Hsk'. I'm guessing the first word was supposed to be Four and the last was supposed to be Hisoka, but...

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

Well, nothing terrible, I suppose.

[foodbin]

Do you have any idea what it might have meant?

[nonbelligerent]

[he shakes his head.]

No idea. But unless Julius knows something, he may not have any more of a clue, and when it comes to Hisoka's notes, complete confusion is probably the best outcome we could hope for.

[foodbin]

Julius doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would tolerate Hisoka. It’s weird that he picked him.

[nonbelligerent]

Julius seems fairly straight-laced, from the little I've interacted with him. My guess is that Hisoka finds him to amusing to tease.

[foodbin]

If it wouldn’t make me obvious, I might ask him about it, but...