breakfast in the life.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[ GOOD MORNING CAMP! there are fresh, warm pancakes, waffles, and assorted other hearty breakfast items lying around this morning. smells good! there's also little arrangements of pretty red and yellow autumn leaves on the tables.

... except the coffee tastes... a little like iron... ]

Comments

[lunadickery]

[Shunning all that iron coffee for really sweet tea]

[fanserv_ice]

[drinking that terrible, terrible coffee and was about to complain, but then WOAH, IT'S THE JUDGE]

-Ah?!

[and stares]

[lunadickery]

[He's in mid-sip when he notices you]

--Ah. Miss Lyle. Good morning.

[fanserv_ice]

They ended up getting a normal person involved in this too... geez, this place is terrible.

Good morning, huh... Judge Petrov. When did you get here?

[lunadickery]

About a month ago, more or less. How long have you been in camp?

[fanserv_ice]

That long...? I can't believe this is the first time I run into you...

It's been four months already for me.

[lunadickery]

I spent the better part of the month simply getting used to this place; I haven't been out much as a result.

Hm. Congratulations on having survived for so long.

[fanserv_ice]

Isn't survived a bit of a strong word? I mean, I don't like this place either, but...

[lunadickery]

It can be dangerous here; there are people here with powers greater than that of the Heroes'.

[fruitophile]

[ sits across from. ]

[lunadickery]

[I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY YOU MADE ME CHOKE ON MY TEA]

[fruitophile]

I met another NEXT. ♠ He was a little better than the Heroes. Do they know about that one? ♣

[lunadickery]

[Fuuuuuuuuuck everythiiiiiiing]

.......Is...that so. I can't say.

[fruitophile]

You should tell them, since they don't like me very much. ♦ That is your job, isn't it? ♥

[lunadickery]

...You're being helpful today. Is there something in particular you want from me?

[fruitophile]

I want them to find him for me. ♥ He really got me, you know. ♦ Look. ♣

[ starts lifting up his shirt; his skin beneath is covered in severe third degree burns. the kind people die from. ]