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[voidbreaker]

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[voidbreaker]

[ hm. ]

You okay telling people you're working through stuff? You're not making promises, and anyone who pushes after that's a dick and you can tell them that to their face.

[vigilantics]

Well, that could work.

It's just kinda jarring when normally no one else cares about this kind of thing.

[voidbreaker]

Maybe we're all just feeling nosey.

[vigilantics]

Is this what happens when there's no internet?

[voidbreaker]

[ sighs in zemurian tech ]

It’s not like anyone but the military uses that anyway, so I guess we’re just always nosey.

[vigilantics]

Ah, world differences... I must better cater my jokes.

[voidbreaker]

At least I knew what it was, kinda.

[vigilantics]

Ah, yes.

That is better than most.

[voidbreaker]

There really is a weird mix of tech and... not here, huh?

[vigilantics]

At the castle, we were leaning more towards the not end of the spectrum, so I am a little relieved.

[voidbreaker]

Being surrounded by tech more your thing then?

[vigilantics]

Pretty much! Sometimes you are just a 21st century gal.

[voidbreaker]

[ that reference




ash's head ]

Guess there's stuff we all know that other people wouldn't. [ except for who killed hikage. none of us know that. ]

[vigilantics]

Yeah... it's always crazy when someone casually drops something that sounds crazy in conversation, and you just have to roll with it.

[voidbreaker]

[ laughs in orbments ]

Or explain it for the fifteenth time.

[vigilantics]

Maybe make pamphlets?

If we had stuff to write with.

[voidbreaker]

Yeah, therein lies the problem.

[vigilantics]

Not all of us can have a surplus of pens.

[voidbreaker]

I'm starting to think that's the real sign of wealth around here.

[vigilantics]

Perhaps there is an underground pen market?

[voidbreaker]

It probably makes more sense than forks.

[vigilantics]

[ ... ]

Forks...

[voidbreaker]

Yup. Forks.

[vigilantics]

Why.

[voidbreaker]

‘Cause one of the guys at the mansion was obsessed with wealth, and the forks were silver. Offer to trade him forks in exchange for something and he’d do it with like... grumbling, maybe extreme grumbling, but money was the motivator he needed.

[ and then he died! lovely. ]