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[ HAHAHAHA life sucks huh bro ]

[ ANYWAY strolling along with her cigarette, hood pulled over her head. ignore her or something idk! but idk look she's

~*~alive~*~ ]

[cinning]

[Is that a living, breathing human? Hyacinth has seen a few during her investigation, sure, but it never ceases to amaze her. She was working on a theory that she was somehow transported to Sub-Pobola, but there are no humans on Dabaan (aside from her and the dead body of her rival [whoops!]).

Conclusion: She must be in Detroit.]

Hey!

[God, what Hyacinth wouldn't do for a smoke right now. But nooo, she had to go and quit.]

I got questions!

[dissection]

[ yes she's is living and breathing and more or less human, you ass-- stopping. da fuuuck. ]

What? [ she hisses, turning her head and drawing the cigarette away from her mouth. ]

[cinning]

[Oh, great. Let's pit two angry people against one another and see what happens.]

Where am I, what's going on, why is it so disgusting, and who are you? If this is some weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit, I'm gonna be pissed. I am so tired of weird-ass Bidibur teleportation shit.

[dissection]

The fuck kind if drug are you on? This is Laceurs, a place where you get sucked in by the Autocrat, who is a complete douchebag with a superiority complex, and you can't leave. It's your own fucking fault you're in Gastros, so get off of your fucking ass and go somewhere nicer if it bothers you.

and then fuck you. she don't know you, who you think you is, asking for her name. ]

[cinning]

Not the fucking point, ma petite chou. I'm so fucking tired of being taken places. 'Welcome to Laceurs, Cin, land of bullshit'. Fantastic. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

[Literary references aside...]

I'd appreciate information, unless you're too busy walking around like the coolest motherfucker that ever lived.

[dissection]

Well fucking deal, it already happened.

Well how about you tell me what information you want instead of being vague as shit like I can read your goddamn mind.

[cinning]

Entschuldigung, I just assumed you were badass enough to read my thoughts like an open fucking book.

Gonna need to know where the fuck I'm supposed to live, the monetary system, official language, number system, et-fucking-cetera. Oh, and possible ways out. Savior of an alien planet here. Kind of a big deal.

[dissection]

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time, promise. Bag of complimentary peanuts for your troubles, madam?

[ Sighs against, dropping her cigarette and stomping it out. ] Everyone gets an ID card upon arrival. It has just about all of your information on it, including money. So get a job, get some money and find a place to stay til you can get your own.

--Oh, is that so? [ she cocks her head. ] Newsflash: no one cares. You think you're hot shit? Not here you aren't.

[cinning]

Oh, so, great, now my hands glow for no goddamn reason. That's fun.

[Just great. She destroyed saved a whole planet for no reason. What the flying fuck. Can she just, you know, go home and forget this all happened? No? God dammit.]

I don't suppose I can bum a smoke off Miss Badass.

[dissection]

Hm. [ little scoff noise, that's what that was.

and yup 8D! feels good man ]

Hell no.

[cinning]

Well, that's just lovely.

[She crosses her arms. Ugh, that stupid flickering is so annoying. At least her heartbeat's slowing down to normal.]

I no longer require your assistance.

[dissection]

Isn't it? [ chuckles and flips her hood down, showing.. you know. the rest of her face. aand the very prominent vertical scar down her left eye. ] I'm not your maid, princess.

[cinning]

And yet, you're still here. I'd say "begone", but Little Miss Badass would take it as an invitation to stay.

[dissection]

Nah, she'd just tell you to go fuck yourself. [ she grins and turns, then begins to walk. ]

But hey. If you're lucky, maybe you won't end up half-eaten on the side of the road. [ hahaha. byebye! ]