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?

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... 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... )

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... )