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Mallorough.

My request was as simple as you can get, and you still fucked it up.
I even narrowed it down for you so you would have zero chance of getting it wrong.
What did you do? Did you grab one who was awake even though I specifically said not to?
Or were you lying about that "willingness" bit? I wouldn't be surprised if you were, but if you staff members seriously expect us to trust you it'd behoove you to be more honest.

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Do you have an extra Conquest uniform?

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Is that so.
Jade Harley?
I was wondering if she might be.
I suppose with all of the other things in their world that are different, there's no reason she couldn't have been born four hundred years earlier.

Jade yes! She was my penpal for the whole bunny business ive been trying to cook up for the last few years.

[Wow so much about these last two comments have just given him such a fade out. Almost everything in his and dirk's reply has caused his brain to go fuzzy and he's finding it near impossible to focus on the text for long.]

Fuck.

So that's who that was. Do you mean it was literally her, this alternate version of your grandmother?

Fuck what, Jake?

Bingo. Though i wasnt quite aware of these alternate shenanigans until now. Even if that suddenly makes a lot of things make sense. I had merely thought she was from the past.

Nothing.
Sorry.
I am having frustrations with my missing memories is all.

Well, you were half-right. Good job.

Fuckin' awesome. Looks like we've got a bunch of shit missing between the two of us. I can't wait for the next round. We really need some money.

And thats no piece of fiction strider. When do we start? Im ready now if thats what they want.

Tomorrow.
They'll announce a few of us as "Players", aka the ones who get to fight.
Everyone else is a "Weapon", or in other words little more than slaves to be owned by Players.
I don't know how much you remember of that dream we all have before we wake up on the train, but there's fucking, I don't know, a weapon in your soul.
So what happens is, the Players use the lower-case weapons that they pull out of the capital-letter Weapons and beat the shit out of each other.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit it's a pretty cool concept.

Oh.

Alrighty then.

Just be glad you're not at Conquest.
Apparently the headmistress there is a psychotic bitch who freaks the fuck out every time they lose a round.
Which they do, often, and will continue to do as long as we're here at Fortitude.

That certainly sounds familiar, though im sure you would have warned me already if we were dealing with the despicable batterwitch herself.

Of course! Winning is but the only option with us playing. Those chumps over at conquest wont know what hit them!

No, we're not, but there's others of her kind here.
Fortitude's headmistress is one of them, though she's acting all sweet for some reason.
I've been keeping an eye out, but for the time being it looks like she won't start anything.

You gotta feel sorry for them. They could have ten Players and we could have only one, and as long as it was you or me we'd get the job done.

So the head of our school is an evil alien?? Well fuck.
I will definitely keep these peepers peeled too.

Its terribly tragic but of course inevitable.

Knew you would. Her name's Dolorosa.

Naturally.
Hey, I was thinking. There's pretty much no way we aren't going to vow with each other every time one of us is a Player, so why don't we make the process more efficient?
The shop sells link charms for forty raks, and money's not really a thing here if you're as good as we are.
We'll instantly be matched up if one of us is a Player, and we'll be an adorable linked pair every time we're both Weapons.
What do you say, English? Want to go dutch on a battle marriage?

[ This is the kind of thing he would say, but why does it make him feel fuzzy in the head? It takes him twice as long to type as it should. ]

Committed to memory! For all the good that does these days i suppose.

[Oh but. What is this? Jake stares at this for a good several minutes trying to figure out what Dirk is suggesting here because the obvious battle marraige part. Oh wow. Uh. Hm.

He is suddenly kind of glad he isn't in the same room with him right now.]

Goodness strider way to fluster a fellow.
If i didnt know any better i would say you were coming off mighty sweet on me! *fumbles for kerchief to clean glasses nonchalantly!!*

But sure that sounds like a splendid idea!

[Oh boy. Now what. He'd gotten all ready to confront Dirk about these confounded feelings and such and now that he's right here he has no idea what to do. Maybe he should just wait for Dirk to come to him. Right? Right.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're acting pretty damn chalant actually.
Great. Let's head down to the shop. You should have twenty raks right now in the schoolboy briefcase they gave you. I've got 27.

Hogswallop!!
There is nothing here but the pristine picture of nonchalantness!

Yes ok i will meet you by your dorm?

My mistake, then. Clearly, you would know better than I.
Sure. I'll see you soon.

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