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[aberdevine]

[Have you been enjoying yourselves? Maybe you've gotten used to constantly looking over your shoulders and jumping at shadows. It's understandable, of course, especially because the shadows have a tendency to jump back. You're probably thinking -- hoping -- that surely this, like everything Camp throws at you, will soon vanish

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[oranginavariant]

*Is in the process of rummaging under her bed for something. And talking to herself. :|b*

It's like there's something here that eats socks...

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Then there's that hand that just clamped down on your leg. Pay no mind to the minute prickling sensation of claws, though.]

[oranginavariant]

*Reaches for her holster*

.... Canaan?

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Yanks her leg, hard, pulling her out from under the bed.]

[oranginavariant]

*Okay, I'll take that as a 'no'. Rolls over onto her back, grunting under her breath.*

Just who the hell do you th--

[oranginavariant]

. . .

*Lets her hand drop from the pistol because. It wouldn't really help anyway.*

[fearsmadeflesh]

Why, if it isn't my estranged little sister! You don't seem particularly happy to see me! Haha, I can't help but wonder why!

[oranginavariant]

... What do you want.

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Looms over her] Why, to see you, of course! My my, Citrine, is this what you've been doing with your time? Playing house with these puppets, none of which have any real emotions! And just what is ma pêche to you, some bizarre sororal surrogate? You've even abandoned our dear old dad, I never thought I'd see the day! Hahaha, aren't you just the traitor among traitors!

[oranginavariant]

*Rolls her eyes* Shut up.

So, what, are you here to kill me?

[fearsmadeflesh]

Haha! My, that does sound fun... but there would hardly be any point, would there? How much regard does someone like you have for their own life? I somehow doubt that would phase you, my little assassin! Don't you think it would be much more fun to wait for ma pêche, or the other one to come home! Then perhaps I'll pay the rest of our dear family a visit, or go find that handsome angel of yours and introduce myself! I'm sure you have wondered what their faces look like twisted in agony at some point! Hahaha! Of course... that means we have some time to ourselves to catch up while we wait! [LOOM DE LOOM LOOM.]

[oranginavariant]

*Just... glares up at him defiantly, curious as to where that sudden pang of panic came from, seething with rage. Meanwhile, her mental waves begin to surge, gathering energy.*

You... do you think I'll just let you have your way like that?!

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Crooks a finger under her chin to lift her face.] Ohhh? Do you think you can stop me, in a place like this? Haha, a place where everyone is made to be almost like me, where there is no need to fear pain, or even death itself, when one simply pops back the way they were! How perfectly ironic!

Tell me, Citrine, do you ever disgust yourself when you see your own reflection? Do you really think Rubedo believes that someone like you would abandon their mission, hmmm? Since when does the orange-haired one care for the plight of others? My, look how weak you have become!

[is_my_copilot]

[door SLAMS open, because like hell an observation specialist can't hear that voice from at least 30 meters, and then a Realian is leaping knife-first for the source of it]

[fearsmadeflesh]

[Merely turns his head and laughs with Albedo's voice before it drops to a lower tone, and the form shifts into that of a blond man, cybornetic arm raised to block the blow]

[oranginavariant]

...

*I have no idea what's going on right now.*