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[nightwild]

[you know what an ic inbox is. i'll make it pretty later.]

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[expi]

Yes. I'm only the messenger.

[do you wanna speak to his manager, Fauna-]

[nightwild]

[I DO, ACTUALLY. but first.]

Then why am I wasting time with a minion? In the first place, if you're just a follower, do you even have any power?

[expi]

I have the power to do my job.

[which is sentencing you fuckers!!]

I speak on behalf of my superior, for most things. They aren't able to be reached at the present time.

[nightwild]

"Aren't able to be reached"...? What, even by you?

[Folds her arms. This is suddenly a lot messier than she expected.]

[expi]

[there's a pause.]

It is... difficult, for now. It's why the Chosen have only seen me in limited moments for the past few months.

[nightwild]

I see.

[Fauna looks around... and just vaults over the defendant's seat, out into the center of the courtroom.

And then, turning and facing Jerry... She sits down on the floor, and pats the ground next to her.]

Come on down here. Forget the rest of this crap for now. For now, let's just talk, okay? I want to know more about this place, and what you're doing... and you.

[expi]

[...

Jerry moves forward, hands behind his back. but he doesn't sit. that's just too casual for him, right now.]

The first two questions have been asked before, but why is it that you wish to know more about me?

[nightwild]

Huh? I mean... Why wouldn't I?

[She seems caught off-guard.]

In the first place, I don't even know if you're an enemy. It seems like you're working for the bad guys here... but I don't know if you're doing that willingly, or not. I mean, you know by now, I used to work for the bad guys, too, right?

[expi]

[it's probably very interesting to see a strange look of confusion on Jerry's expression. it's nothing super obvious, but it's still a bit of confusion for someone who's usually expressionless.]

I would not call my superior a "bad guy". They have done no harm to the Chosen.

[they're not bad in the traditional sense, but there are some Chosen riled up by all of this.]

I know of your history.

[nightwild]

Done no harm?

[She looks at Jerry, equally confused.]

What do you call kidnapping people? Or these... 'sentencing' things? It's not like this is justice.

[expi]

They are simply trying to rehabilitate the Chosen that are selected for this world.

[he sounds as if he's said that may be like, a million times by now. which he has.]

Arrests are made in various worlds, are they not? It's something similar to what happens here.

[nightwild]

Right. And I'm not saying I don't deserve it, but...

[She sighs.]

Cops are the worst, you know? They can arrest people just by making up any reason they want. They can do whatever they want because they have 'power'. People steal something to eat because they're going to starve otherwise, and a cop arrests them. Someone sleeps out on the ground because they don't have a home, and they get arrested.

There's a reason no one trusts the pigs.

[expi]

I am no cop. We do not have a law enforcement system such as the ones from your worlds.

[the point




his head]

[nightwild]

[jerry...]

Then what are you doing here? What are we doing here? If it's not an arrest?

[expi]

It's not an arrest in a conventional way. It's rehabilitation. Like...

[hmmm... he almost looks as though he's trying to think for a moment. his eyes seemingly unfocus a little.]

Some worlds have rehabilitation centers for injuries and illnesses. We consider it more like that. Except the "injuries" in this case are the ways that you all think and behave.

[nightwild]

If that's it, then you're not doing a good job of it. The crime I got accused of when I got brought here is something I already know was wrong. I'm not doing it anymore.

[it's hard for her to think, too, jerry, she gets it]

[expi]

You're not doing it anymore, but have you learned and grown from it?

[it's a genuine question.]

[nightwild]

What does 'learned' or 'grown' mean, like this?

[She folds her arms, looking... not necessarily defiant, but frustrated.]

[expi]

Matured. Would it happen again, if given the chance? Would you be able to help others from your crimes?

[he's used to frustration.]

[nightwild]

I'm trying to help others. I have to kill the Goddess so none of this can happen again. But...

... I don't know. How could anyone know? When you're starving on the streets, you'll do anything. Should I have just laid down and died for no reason? Is that what you think justice is?

[expi]

No, we do not believe that that's justice. Your misfortunes make you who you are, but it is that growth that we would like to change for the better.

[nightwild]

What about you? What are you doing to improve? How are you growing?

[expi]

[there's a bit of a shrug.]

I will be updated with improvements as my superior deems necessary.

[nightwild]

That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking about you, as a person. Not your superior, not updates. What you, yourself, want. How you want to improve.

[expi]

[????]

I am not a person in a traditional sense, so I don't have those sorts of questions for myself.

[nightwild]

... That's dumb. You've got thoughts and opinions and a personality. Even if you're a computer whatever, all that still makes you a person.

[expi]

[he gives her a long look. he almost looks... confused?????]

I do not have a soul. I do only what I'm programmed to. This concept that I am a "person" isn't true.

[nightwild]

That's even dumber. Who said you don't have a soul?

[She's ready to start kicking someone's ass for Jerry... even if she still doesn't like him.]