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[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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You find yourself in an endless expanse of space. There's in no ground beneath your feet, no nothing--in the moment you become aware of your existence here, you'll find yourself floating aimlessly with no control over yourself. If you want the concept of gravity, you'll have to create it for yourself. Nothing here is a given. Even your very own identity--it's easy to feel lost here, and if you can't remain sharply aware of yourself and your purpose, you could easily become nothing more than a scrap of seaweed in a vast Sea.

Here, there is just you, and what appears to be an infinite amount of crystals--Fragments--floating throughout the expanse. After you get your bearings, perhaps, if you feel so compelled, you could reach out and touch one?]

((there will almost certainly be some amount of creepy badtouch... I will also surely be slow! ping me on IRC for anything.))

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[It looks safe enough, like any normal konpeito. Do you try some?]

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[just the tiniest nibble]

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[As soon as you take a bite, there is suddenly a familiar blue-haired girl sitting on the bed. She begins to talk with an air of confidence, although she doesn't seem to be talking to you--in fact, she doesn't even seem to be reacting to your presence, as though looking right through you--but rather some other unseen person.]

".........If you'll pardon me for saying, ......I think it's the depth of the hell that's important, not the length of time spent there."

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[frowns, and finishes off the konpeito, watching intently]

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[She continues.]

"I don't know what kind of hell you were in, Lady Lambdadelta. ......And I'm sure the time I spent in hell was nothing more than a flash compared to yours. ......However, I don't think the depths of my hell were any shallower than yours."

[A pause, as if waiting for someone else to finish talking.]

"From my point of view, ......both the hell my master fell into, which could only be escaped by a miracle, ......and the hell you fell into, which I don't know about but could be escaped from with certain willpower......were 'hells made to be escapable'."

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[thoughtful and intent as she cautiously eats another]

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[She keeps going.]

"I am the Witch of Truth. ......My hell was nothing more or less than the truth. .........When faced with the harsh reality of truth, no sort of willpower or miracle matters. I reached this place by overcoming that truth. ......I don't believe my power of withstanding the truth is in any way inferior to yours or my master's."

[Another pause.]

"......Those who don't know cannot understand. Perhaps you two couldn't become Witches of Truth because you couldn't bear to look at it directly..."

[And with that parting line, she fades away. It seems there's nothing more to hear from her.]

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[going to try the golden coins then, still cautious]

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[This time an even more eerily familiar figure appears; she speaks in the same way the previous girl did, as though to someone who isn't there.]

"......After becoming a witch and living a thousand years, I fully understand it. ......That writer could understand our cruelty really well, in the truest sense. *giggle*giggle*!"

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[...clearly fascinated by her. Going to continue eating the chocolate until she quits talking.]

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"You really don't let a person get bored. That's why I like you, love you. .........Let's meet again somewhere. However, we may not be reunited for another hundred or thousand years...if ever."

[And she disappears. She seems to be done for now.]

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[disappointed, and eating some more chocolate just to make sure.]

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[Nothing.]

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[shortcake?]

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[A figure that seems somehow majestic this time, and perhaps a touch familiar. She talks with a regal and commanding tone, and one that, in the case, is also the slightest bit threatening.]

"........It's not as though I dislike your story. It is worthy of my theater-going. ......But right now, I am not a theater-goer, but a performer. ......Because I know you are my miko's best friend, I will warn you only once. .........You would do best to descend from this stage. In my grandstands, I have prepared a special seat just for you."