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[wooliefrand]

WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: ALL OVER
WHEN: AFTERNOON-EVENING 103

[JUST A MINGLE BEFORE TRAUMA GAMES START COMING AND KEEP ON COMING

CARRY ON]

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[hotnbothered]

Let's.

[ Steps inside, though she reaches out to hold onto him as a guide. ]

[stirtheblood]

[closes the door behind them before guiding her over to sit on the bed]

[hotnbothered]

[ Sighs as she takes a seat, pressing a hand to her face. ]

Oh, why did I get the brilliant idea to pick a fight with a demon...?

[stirtheblood]

[sits next to her]

Fightin' with demons is a pretty good idea by me.

[hotnbothered]

Because you actually stand a chance against them.

[stirtheblood]

What demon were ya fightin' with?

[hotnbothered]

The purple-haired one. Faith. [ Bitterly: ] You know, our new shepherd.

[stirtheblood]

...

[She may not be able to see the way he freezes at that, but she can hear the way his voice goes colder]

Our what?

[hotnbothered]

[ A slight pause. She can't see his face, but she's not sure she's ever heard him sound that mad before... ]

She was carrying a black staff. That's all I really know.

[stirtheblood]

What the hell. Was she playin' some kinda joke?

[hotnbothered]

... No. She didn't have a collar anymore, either.

[stirtheblood]

...So somethin' happened.

[hotnbothered]

[ With more frustration: ]

Apparently! Not that I'd know anything about it, of course!

[stirtheblood]

The hell is "of course"? You should know about it if anyone.

[hotnbothered]

Well, I don't! I'm completely ignorant! No matter how big a game I talk or what I try, all I ever do is run in circles like an idiot, until someone else comes in and effortlessly shows me up!

[stirtheblood]

She ain't showin' anythin' except that she can hold a stick. What the hell has she done?

[hotnbothered]

I-I don't know! She must have done something to make someone think she should be in charge!

[stirtheblood]

Tch. As if anythin' around here is decided by people thinkin' things.

[hotnbothered]

[ A little more sulky than emphatic, now: ]

... Well, it was decided either way.

[stirtheblood]

...Somethin' like that ain't decidin' nothin' for me.

[firm]

[hotnbothered]

[ . . .

After a long silence, she gives a small huff. ]

... I suppose you aren't the type to care about the established order, no.

[stirtheblood]

Heh.

So do you care more about who people actually wanna listen to? Or who gets to hold a stick?

[hotnbothered]

The former, of course...

[ Rubs at her face. ]

But it's still frustrating! And it remains to be seen what the others will say about it.

[stirtheblood]

You think some of 'em are just gonna bow their heads for it?

[hotnbothered]

Well, Warden seems like he'd do whatever is most convenient...