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"A similar story to most everyone, then." Strange creatures, arriving from nowhere... it is a tale everyone shares. It is the sign of the shared calamity they face, the one that spurred even Veronica to action. Of course, there's no explanation for how Ryuji himself ended up where he did... but...

"An act of desperation would be a more adequate description, Clovis," comes Byakuya's voice as he steps up towards the group. Being here is a good way for them all to have an eye kept on them, that is true... but it is a risky decision. And that is something he is more than happy to make the...

"You were already captive in the tent when we'd arrived there." Veronica's tone holds no judgement -- but then, a cool yet unsympathetic neutrality is hardly much better. No, she doesn't want to bother with that right now. She needs answers, as many of them as she can get, if they're to...

Veronica finds herself not wanting for drink -- nor is she feeling particularly sociable, after that event. She is glad for the others being able to, of course, but... rest is not a leisure granted to her at the moment. She will just have to continue pushing. "You... might I have a moment of...

Reimu does not need to ask permission before taking the seat on the other side of Marisa to what Rex was gesturing at. She already has sake. Two glasses. One of them is already empty. It's not entirely clear how she managed to down one of them so quickly. "You've got kids?" She leans back to...

"Oh, yeah! That sounds good!" The thought of getting a drink is enough to make him relax. He's never been one to really sweat things too much. He will get a chance, Reverentia is right. He just... needs to rest, first. Beating the shit out of that girl was satisfying in the moment, but now...

"Darn," Dorothy answers, entirely unbothered, seemingly more interested in her own drink, now. She wouldn't say she's the one crossing any moral line, so she almost finds herself a little offended, but... Well, she still gets it. She's well aware of the kind of market she is trying to appeal to...

"I said I was twenty-four," Dorothy repeats, as though that were the main point of what she was asked, "and a sex worker." She says it all to Micah with the most easygoing smile possibly imaginable, as though what she said isn't astoundingly disturbing with the context of the mere act of looking...

"Wish I tore him apart. Planning to fix that." Josuke has had a lot of time to calm down, but... he still really wants to see Bill's stupid eye punched after what he just put him through. It's like that damn triangle was trying to piss him off, and it's even more annoying that it actually...

Veronica carefully pulls herself onto the stage. Even if that boy's efforts don't seem to be doing too much, it does mean that Mabel is distracted, at least. So she steps forward, and lowers herself before Will's cage, showing not a single thought on her face. "...They stole your power from...

"...You're welcome," Veronica quietly answers, a near invisible smile crossing her face, "it's my pleasure." It's good to be valued. She isn't used to that feeling, still. It almost makes her giddy every time she feels it... but she does have an image to uphold, so she doesn't let it show. As...

"Oi... you want to repeat that?" Josuke was originally going to just focus on the fire... he can't just let it go out, but... this demands his attention. Josuke pivots on his heel and slowly approaches the man in the chair. Some things... some things are completely unforgivable. He's not even...

It is a near overwhelming assault. Veronica could normally say she could keep up -- but given her condition, it's becoming harder by the second. She realises she needs the help just as much -- and the woman she's fighting alongside clearly doesn't seem to be worried about getting herself hurt...

A familiar tendril rises. It slithers from the ground, before tightly latching onto Blake's leg as Reverentia continues her assault. It doesn't seem to want to hold her entirely -- just make her lose her balance, for just a passing moment, hopefully enough for the strikes to land true...

The sword instead meets a hand, grasping it firmly in place. Reimu stands firm against it, the light seemingly dancing away from her fingers as she holds the sword like it were little more than a stick. There isn't so much of a trace of pain in her. She simply takes it. "Your big sis would be...