Awaken

[chaoschildofgod]

Comments

Action ☆ A

[badend_replay]

[ And now Rika is broken.

A broken, depressed mess. She had a small burst of anger where she yelled at a few "Fakes", but her depression has since then sunk in. She will go to answer the door when she hears somewhere there and will treat chaos to an absolutely exhausted look. She's clearly been crying. ]

... oh. You. Are you going to tell me you're chaos?

Re: Action ☆ A

[chaoschildofgod]

[She didn't look very good, that was for sure, and chaos can't help but actually look a bit concerned. Rika's words, themselves, are a bit worrisome to.]

Who else would I claim to be?

Action ☆ A

[badend_replay]

I don't know. You're about as close to chaos as you are to anyone else.

Spare yourself the effort. I'm in no mood to deal with any more of you.

[chaoschildofgod]

I am chaos.

B

[change_seasons]

[He watches this one as he walks by.

He waits a long moment, then speaks up.]

Hey, you.

What is chance you'll tell me what meaning of this game is?

Re: B

[chaoschildofgod]

[It takes a moment for chaos to realize he's being spoken to. Whatever he's thinking of he was thinking hard, but he finally looks over, and shakes his head.]

Game? What game?

B

[change_seasons]

They take some of us and replace them with obvious fakes. They seem to want us to know fakes on sight. Each one of you has something obviously wrong, even to those who do not know you.

You're not typical drones, nor are you like us.

So tell me, obvious fake, what is your game? Or, better yet, what is game of your masters?

Re: B

[chaoschildofgod]

[So that's what he meant. chaos turns to look at the man seriously]

I'm no fake. I am the same person as was here yesterday, and has been here for over a year. I imagine the game is in turning us against each other, and then, whenever they decide they shall end this, to remind us how kind they are.