Audience: Ashiya Douman

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Comments

[commedia]

Oh?

[HMMM?]

And what did you expect?

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Well, something way more feral, for one. Maybe more garbo. Envy's taste is questionable.

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[WRATH HOW COULD YOU DUNK ENVY LIKE THIS]

[Douman barks out a laugh.]

Ahaha, maybe that's just what I show him, and you're getting me at my best?

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[ARE THEY WRONG?]

Hah! Shit, you're right, you're probably a primo garbage can where I can't see. [sniff.] Well, whatever. Envy can handle himself just fine, I just, uh, apparently turn into a mama bear whenever I talk about him!

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[...........no]

A garbage...can? [EXCUSE YOU, WRATH?] But...haha, you remind me a bit of Sheila. I guess she's the type to call herself a mama bear, too.

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A cute one, though.

[amending. as for the rest:] Sheila's a good lady. I think getting compared to her is a pretty good compliment.

Sometimes you do whatever it takes to protect the people you love, even if it's a small thing.

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Oh...I don't know whether to be flattered...

[Garbage but cute garbage...hehe.]

Mmm, for sure. The bonds between people can be strong, indeed. And you're the type to go for shovel talking with everyone that falls in that category, huh?

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It's like half a compliment. [they shift.]

And yes. There's - there's really nothing more powerful than the bonds between people. It's what powers everything. I really believe that. I'm the type to protect those bonds, as much as I can.

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I'll take it.

[It's better than none!]

Every kind of bond? Or just the good ones?

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Well, I guess anything counts. I'm not here to boss anybody around about how they feel.

As long as you're not hurting anybody, I don't think it matters much?

[commedia]

...But we do have people hurting others. Killing others. I guess you would be pretty upset with the outcomes of the trials we've had so far...

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[that gets a pause, as they stare out over the kitchen.]

I can't say I'm a fan of people getting killed, no. But it's not up to me.

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Why not? Is it because it goes against the place's need for indulgence?

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It's up to you guys. You do what you're gonna do and I sit back and let you.

[commedia]

...Isn't that frustrating, though?

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[they lean forward, peering up at douman. their eyes are just barely visible, a glint of red.]

Yep. [they pop the p at the end.]

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...No wonder you're Wrath. All those emotions and nowhere to let them run.

[Except setting elevators on fire, supposedly.]

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[there's a flicker, a snap-pop of fire that comes off some of the cracks of lava along their hands.]

Haha. You have no idea how many times I've blown up the Simulation room recently! Good stress relief, though. Ten out of ten.

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[A chiding look.]

Wrath...people use that room...

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[they blow a raspberry.]

Whatever, it's fixed before you guys see anything.

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[A laugh.]

Very well. If that is your inclination...you don't use it to imagine up whatever it is you really want to destroy, do you?

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What is it do you think that I really want to destroy? [they sound amused.]

[commedia]

Mmmmm. A longtime rival, perhaps?

[no douman that's just you]

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Wow, presumptuous! I don't have one of those. Never had a rival in my life.

[commedia]

Really? Ah...hm....

[WHAT DO YOU MEAN, PEOPLE DON'T HAVE NEMESES THEY'RE OBSESSED OVER!!! SOUNDS FAKE]

Something from your past, perhaps?