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[fuckyousoleil]

[In the center of camp, there is a bulletin board. Beneath the bulletin board is a large medical kit. Much like the other two, it has a number pasted on the side in medical tape - "VII." It's also filled to the brim with what one would expect from a med kit. However, unlike the other two, this kit is already open, making today's print out

Comments

[bluetilator]

Finally something worth fighting.

[fruitophile]

Are the people here really that disappointing? ♣

[bluetilator]

Humans are fragile. Fighting them is a waste of time.

[fruitophile]

[ laughs! ♥ ]

You aren't fighting the right ones. ♦

[bluetilator]

I have no interesting in fighting humans. They are like plankton in a vast ocean, unable to comprehend how small they are. They are fireflies whose lights blink out so fast they might as well never have existed.

[fruitophile]

How poetic. ♣

[bluetilator]

I am no poet. [twirls her axe lazily] You merely have to rest your eyes for entire human lives to disappear into the wind. I have not had a decent fight since we fought off the apocalypse. I have been restless.

[fruitophile]

So what are you? ♠

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria. What are you?

[fruitophile]

A grim reaper, of sorts. ♥

[bluetilator]

Is that so? How dull your existence must be.

[fruitophile]

I like it. ♥

[bluetilator]

Pigs always do enjoy wallowing in their own filth.

[fruitophile]

[ lol ]

Are you immortal or something? ♠

[bluetilator]

I am as old as time.

[fruitophile]

Hmm. ♠ Living must get tiring. ♦