Post Week 1 Trial - Andersen

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[It seems to have become pretty commonplace to find Andersen at the bar, so it's no surprise to find that they're both in the lounge once again. He looks over to the other (tinier) man and gestures toward one of the tables.]

Care to join me for a drink?

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[He gives a laugh, but it's dry and without much real humor. It's not exactly as if spirits are terribly high right now.]

In this infernal hole? Certainly not. I could ask you the same.

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Exactly.

[He's not even really drinking. He just keeps looking at the liquid in the glass like he thinks something's going to surface from it.]

Waiting and thinking. I don't suppose there's any way of figuring out who the Ghost was, at this point. It hardly seemed as if there was any evidence to support the theory, though it had to have been the right one.

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I find it cowardly.

[He doesn't even need to think about his answer.]

It's a game of murder where the object is to not get caught and sentenced to execution, granted, but if you're going to kill someone I believe you owe your victim the respect of looking them in the eye, at least.

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I would say so, yes. There are some other unpredictable items that appeared on the menu, but mostly because they lacked context. A possession may prove difficult to trace back to the source.

[He shakes his head.]

At least...not until a pattern of behavior is established, but who knows how long that could take?

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Would that it were.

[He runs a hand idly through his hair.]

Which reminds me. I believe I overheard you say something about how the description on the menu for your role doesn't reflect it. Why do you suppose such absurd descriptions were provided?

[Other than, like, to annoy everyone.]

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Fair enough.

[HE, TOO, CONSIDERS AESTHETIC TO BE VERY IMPORTANT IN ESTABLISHING ONESELF.]

Still, I find it grossly unhelpful. Some seem to give hints about the nature of the role while others don't at all. It's completely erratic.

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I simply mean to say that I'd appreciate a bit of consistency is all.

[He sighs.]

I can't help but wonder how different the atmosphere is going to be this coming week.

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[The word friend makes him look like he just tasted something particularly sour.]

I think "friend" suggests something stronger than I may be capable of. I've made at least one ally.

[One...one single ally...thank u yukina...]

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Not at all! I actually worked as part of a team back home. I had four companions, up until their untimely demise.

[None of them were particularly good people and he was only "close" to the one who was basically his pet, but...]

I'd say it's more that I'm not particularly...socially adept.

[He frowns. God, that sounds so pathetic. Of course he knows how to talk to people! Just...demon culture...there's a definite barrier and that barrier is him trying to hide how basically awful he is.]

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[Suzaku chuckles.]

Yes, that's an apt assessment. The beings that I've been surrounded by for centuries hold much more aggressive standards than your average human, morality an even greater anomaly. One survives by being ruthless above all else.

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Perhaps it does. However, without allies, I'd also be an easy person to suspect or accuse of foul play.

[Being an adept murderer truly is a double-edged sword in this game. How much easier it would be to have an appearance of someone weak or unassuming.]

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Correct.

[He's not a lone wolf, but he's hardly a people-person either. Something about him just rubs people the wrong way I wonder what it could possibly be.]

I'm working to remedy this. I'd hate to be at a disadvantage. How many allies have you procured?

[He's not going to use the word friend.]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I wouldn't be surprised to hear that one of your stature finds it relatively easy to win the trust of others.

[A small grumpy grandpa or not, he does still look like a cute kid. People like cute kids. Or at least aren't generally inclined to consider them murderous.]