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[glorifiable]

This place.. Have I awakened to a world destroyed by the Score? Or is this merely some twisted dream.. some distortion of reality? -- No. This is not the world that I know. So far the streets have been devoid of human contact. The air is damp and shrouded by darkness. Poor conditions for living. I can discern no sky from where I'm standing. Hmm. I

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[retardgenius]

...V-Vandesdelca!!

I'm...surprised, though I'm not sure why.

[glorifiable]

So it appears I’m not completely lacking in subordinates. A pleasant surprise, Dist the Reaper.

[retardgenius]

I'm... I'm not your subordinate anymore, Van!! I'm no longer a God General! I was only working for you to further my own ends, and you have no means of doing so here in Purgatorium!

[glorifiable]

Is that so?

If it so happens I need to make use of your abilities I will see that you find our cooperation is beneficial. For now it may be in your best interest to follow my judgment.

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[retardgenius]

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[retardgenius]

Are you threatening me?!

I--I'll have you know, Van...! This place is without atmospheric fonons! You don't have your hymns, or your fonic artes!

[glorifiable]

Merely persuasion, make what you want of it.

I’ll warn you that I’m not one foolish enough to rely solely on fonic artes.

[retardgenius]

Persuasion.

Well, Van, I refuse to work for you; you have nothing to offer me for the use of my incredible brain. You don't even know where my current place of residence is.

[glorifiable]

I'd hoped you wouldn't make this difficult.