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[fuckyou_chorus]

[Everything in camp seems calm now - quiet, even. The rumblings have stopped and the Virusaur is truly dead - a puddle of black blood that crackles a bit in the cornfield near the barrier. Camp's barrier itself is . . . odd. Different. Those who can get readings off of it will find them erratic, and off the charts in some instances. The air around

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[thekingsgambit]

It seems that even those two can be caught off-guard.

[thekingsgambit]

No, she does not seem the type to bother with the same deception.

Where do you come from?

[bitchgineer]

You've probably never heard of it.

[thekingsgambit]

The name is not important.

[bitchgineer]

Still, I'd rather not talk about it.

[thekingsgambit]

... I see. How much do you know about us?

[bitchgineer]

Individually, or in general?

[thekingsgambit]

Individually. Blanche seemed to have some particular insight. I want to know if it is limited to her and Noir.

[bitchgineer]

They have been awake for far longer than I have.

[thekingsgambit]

Ah, so it is observation only.

We are used to this place knowing more about us than we expect.

[bitchgineer]

Parts of this place are probably sentient.

[thekingsgambit]

There is no probably about it.

[bitchgineer]

You very nearly sound bitter.

[thekingsgambit]

I have been burned by this place's sentience enough times to justify it.