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[coveredinrust]

You're wasting my time. And time is something that I haven't a whole lot of to spare in the first place. So make your choice-- either give me something to do or let me disappear and die nice and quietly at home.

Me? I don't care. It's just boring being stuck here in between.

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[onlyhalfdead]

Better hope yours doesn't chicken out and get the boot for missing activity check.

[coveredinrust]

You mean the very thing that she's done with every other muse of hers in the past?

[onlyhalfdead]

Yeah, that. Mine just pulled that on me and I'd only been around about a month. Didn't even get the chance to wreck the place a little.

I might be a little sore about it.

[coveredinrust]

Sounds like what happened to the machine my mundane's so infatuated with.

Then again, isn't this preferable? You know what they do to us in those games.

[onlyhalfdead]

Something about being stuck in limbo bugs the hell outta me. And what's a little more suffering? Not like it's anything new at this point.

[coveredinrust]

Fair enough.

I'd rather be left alone to fade, myself.

[onlyhalfdead]

Heh. What can I say? Guess I'm just not ready to drop dead for the last time quite yet.

[coveredinrust]

For the last time?

[onlyhalfdead]

Heh. These stitched-on bits ain't just for show. When I finally give up, that'll make three.

…Guess the third time's the charm after all.

[coveredinrust]

... well then. That's a neat trick. I've been dead on my feet for some time now, but not quite that literally yet.

[onlyhalfdead]

Yeah. This "trick" of mine is half of why the mun put me in that tower. Wanted to see how the cranky deadman would handle the experiments and the people and the crazy architecture. So much for that plan.

[coveredinrust]

I'm only glad my mun has the opposite mindset in my case-- she's concerned about the practicality of throwing such a "physically delicate" muse into any of her normal types of games. I guess that's what she gets for trying to play with a sick girl.

[onlyhalfdead]

Sure would be nice if we could just kick their asses.

[And while he's dreaming, let's make him alive again, just because.]

[coveredinrust]

Heh.

[she doesn't smile-- that expression's been missing for a long time, for Sabitsuki-- but a little twitch of amusement does register in her face.]

I wonder if we could even reach them.

[onlyhalfdead]

[Her smiles are broken; his are empty. Together, they hunt sadistic muns. At least it cuts down on the need for making stupidly social faces.]

Believe me… there's a lot that can be done when you get into somebody's head.

[coveredinrust]

That's true. I've been trapped in here for long enough to know what makes the mundane tick.

And shut down.

[onlyhalfdead]

It's great, isn't it?

[coveredinrust]

It's great fun to watch.

So, just who are you?

[onlyhalfdead]

Me? I'm just a deadman with a really obnoxious mun.

[coveredinrust]

I meant your name. I got that much just from listening to you.

[onlyhalfdead]

[Oh, she's getting all picky about introductions now. He visibly baulks at the idea of giving his name. He hates this social crap.]

Who wants to know, anyway?

[coveredinrust]

A dead girl with a really obnoxious mun.

... I guess it doesn't matter, really. [she hugs herself a little, confused at her own behavior. then again, this is the first time in a long time that she's actually gotten along with someone.]

[onlyhalfdead]

…

[He does not feel bad. He is Angry Guy, he doesn't start kicking himself just because he might have possibly hurt somebody's feelings, maybe. If they even have feelings.

But he can hear RB in the back of his head grousing at him about how a man is supposed to treat ladies. Dammit RB.]

…The name's Jyuji.

[coveredinrust]

...

Sabitsuki.

[she's quiet for a moment, her gaze elsewhere. she runs her fingers through her wild, pale hair... and then ruffles it with a quiet grunt of frustration at herself.

she straightens, trying to recover some of her cold attitude.

it fails when she breaks into a coughing fit. oops.]

[onlyhalfdead]

Guess that's what you mean when you say "delicate". [He can't even remember what it's like to get sick. Probably for the best.] And that's what's keeping your mun from finding a place?

[coveredinrust]

[she nods, trying to catch her breath. she finally manages, focused on that for a moment, before she holds the hand she'd covered her mouth with up to show him the flecks of blood there.]

... it's... terminal. They just... sent me home, "to get comfortable."

[onlyhalfdead]

[Not sure what he can say. "That sucks"? "Sorry"? Death is so empty and meaningless to him that he can't find a single shred of empathy to offer. But he finds he can't say what's immediately on his mind: that at least she probably won't suffer after she croaks.]

So why not go out and kick some asses while you've got the chance?