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[beatssuperpaper]

Ah, a new kakera I stumbled into. I wonder if this will be able to entertain me for a longer time than the last game that was so feeble that even a fabricated truth based on lies could shatter it so easily

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[plugsgowhere]

[Oh, hey strange person in a strange house that strangely has her master and her in the pictures that adorn the walls...I wouldn't look behind you.]

Huuga?

[beatssuperpaper]

[She turns around, and takes a look at the other...strange girl.]

Hm? Who might you be. Are you furniture of this place, perhaps?

[plugsgowhere]

.....

Huu...ga?

[This is first time she's ever been called furniture. So she just points at random table and stares blankly at you.]

Huuga?

[beatssuperpaper]

It seems the pieces in this place aren't familiar with the terms of most witch games.

No, not that kind of furniture. I was wondering if you were the child, [She pauses] or the servant of the one living in this place.

[stop_it_tewi]

... why would you even think this is a game?

And I've been hearing 'kakera' a lot lately...

[beatssuperpaper]

It obviously is a game. It is very similar to other games I have participated in, although, of course, core details appear to be different.

But that is only natural. Rule X, Y and Z do differ in each game. I wonder what effect massive casualities would have on this one. Would you happen to know?

[stop_it_tewi]

I wish I could say you come from a messed up world to say something like that... but that'd definitely be hypocritical...

... ah... massive casualties...? The only thing I know about that is when somebody dies in this place, they're just revived the next day in their assigned bed...

[beatssuperpaper]

You would be entirely correct to assume that.

Thank you, that is valuable information. Whoever creates this place does not want to give the pieces respite even in death, then.

[badend_syndrome]

How do you know of the existence of kakera?

[beatssuperpaper]

Because I have lived through many kakera, and have observed many more. Your voice makes me suggest it is the same for you, is it not?

Is that Featherine's little...? Feh.

[OOC: Assuming this is over the phone, and that thus she can't see Hanyuu. Aah, so confused, this newbie is!]

[badend_syndrome]

You could say that. After all, I once had the powers that allowed me to enter anyplace on a timeline. However, those powers have considerably weakened. And here, they do not exist at all.

((You got it~.))

[beatssuperpaper]

I once knew someone with such powers. I was her miko.

She sounded quite a bit like you, in fact, although you seem to lack her speech impediment.

[There's some disdain in her voice when she says the word miko]

[artwithknives]

Powers being taken away is a sign that you're new...

[beatssuperpaper]

That would appear to be the case.

Though it has to be said that I am not unfamiliar with contrived games like this.

[artwithknives]

R-Right. I guess that's good enough then.

[beatssuperpaper]

I take it that you have been to this place for...a while longer?

[bloody_hime]

*Hime walks into the room, drinking some tea.*

Well, it's good to be rid of that drone child. He kept wanting me to read him stories...

[beatssuperpaper]

You must be my...game-mother, then. I see.

Should I not demand the same, to keep up the facade this game wants us to live?

[bloody_hime]

Game mother? Well, I suppose one could see it that way.

And please, I would rather not. He kept calling me mummy, and it was quite irksome. Call me Hime.

[beatssuperpaper]

I shall, Hime-mummy. [Completely expressionless]