Backdated to the evening of Rest Day

[cheesetwo]

Characters: C.C. and anyone in the dining hall
Format: Anything is fine :D
This log is: open
Location: Dining Hall
Summary: C.C. recruits Weapons?
Warnings: None at the moment

Dining communally like this was ridiculous enough as it was. But did this school really not have pizza?

Staring at the unappetizing food on her plate which was certainly not pizza-like in the slightest, C.C. sighed and poked at it with her spoon. What was it even? Actually, she didn't care. Even Kallen's curry was better than this.

Standing up, she decided enough was enough, and raised her voice to address anyone who happened to be present. "If you can cook a halfway decent pizza for me, I'll be your Player," she announced to the masses. But it better be good.

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[cheesetwo]

C.C. regarded him back stoically. "It's like they said - Players protect their Weapons, don't they?" she replied. "That's quite a generous exchange. They can go wherever and do whatever, and even have dessert tonight. Just for making some pizza. It's an easy decision, isn't it?"

"Unless, of course, they want to be treated like second-class citizens," she added.

[choseanidiot]

Generous exchange? Enki couldn't really agree. A short, cynical laughter slipped out.

"Sorry, but... In a feudal setup, there'll always be 'second class citizens'... And I think it would be the repsonsibility of those privileged to not abuse said privilege," Enki said, feeling bile rise up again. He hadn't really thought of it, but this was basically asking a few of the people here (however temporary) to act as kings of their 'subjects'... except here they were expected to fight with them. These were lives they were having fun with, people, not things!

"And what sort of protection is inflicting pain on them, anyway?" He was not angry at this woman, but the situation, those in charge, but there was nothing to do.

[cheesetwo]

Idealists. This place sure seemed full of them. C.C. had been through far too many centuries of suffering and death to see the point in that in anyone until Zero came along. But she was still far too jaded to see the point in arguing with brick walls.

"Ask them that," came her response as she turned away. "But I doubt they'll listen to you if you don't play their 'game'. Unless you're content to sit around this place forever, that is."

[choseanidiot]

With a grunt, Enki went back to his fruit, because he was perfectly content with letting her go and stop this conversation. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to explain to her the impossibility of him participating.

He was also certainly not gonna offer to be her Weapon, both due to the fact that it would end badly, and because... However superficial this vow was of Players owning Weapons, the idea raised his hackles. He had one master, one king, being absolutely his (even here) and that trancended all else.