Two questions for you today, Discedo.

One - who's been keeping records on what goes on in this place?

And two - how far back do these records go?

All right, Discedo, I'm formulating a theory so it's poll time - how many of you were dead before you ended up here?

( ooc )

... So this is Hell, huh.

[Sounds like Mello is decidedly Not Thrilled to find himself back in Discedo.]

Tch. Figures.

It's a little late in the season to be playing Santa Claus.

[Not that Mello's necessarily complaining about receiving gifts - he's just a little rattled by the apparent breaking and entering to his apartment. If you listen closely, there's the sound of a paper chocolate bar wrapper rustling, and the snap of a bite of chocolate breaking off in his ( Read more... )

[The sound's muffled when Mello's device clicks on - unintentionally, which should be a giant red flag for anyone who's ever had any sort of dealing with him that something is definitely Not Right here. On his side of the audio feed, Mello's practically growling:]

- can come out and face me any time now, you smug son of a -

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So is anyone around here actually holding Mass today?

So what year is it here, anyway?

[locked to self; about 70 percent unhackable]

Wonder if that makes it another year older after all.

... Tch. Not like it really matters.

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“Use this,” huh - very clever. [Sounds of his boots making contact with the ground as he paces back and forth a little - it’s not quite stomping, but it’s close.] Never figured you for an all-out cheater, Near. Not in quite such an obvious way as this, anyway. [Quieter, muttering:] Didn’t think you had the guts to actually get your hands dirty ( Read more... )