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FINAL WEEK
Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.
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cw: mentions of dismemberment and attempted dismemberment...?!
Once everyone else except the Populist is more or less dead (or close enough to it), he'll direct one sword to swing at the nice girl's legs, aiming to slice clean through her calves to immobilize her. If he succeeds, he'll actually take flight so he can drop down in front of her with a wave and relaxed smile.]
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[* Flowey eyes Populist.]
Get the hell out of here before someone else comes to kill you.
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"We"? Are you sure you aren't just speaking for yourself?
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Plus, you know, they have hopes and dreams of their own. A life which I will protect. A Golden Ending may be impossible now, but I'm still aiming for the best ending possible.
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[He leans over slightly, voice lowering to something conspiratorial, enunciating each syllable slowly and clearly.]
That worshipper girl said she was looking forward to the day she'd fade away. In the end, aren't you just imposing your own ideals on people you know nothing about?
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All he can do the for moment is play a tune to conjure up that shield and hope that at least some of the people here have the good sense to join him in it.]
What are you doing?!
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Hehehe, isn't it obvious? All you need to do is just look around you.
[Blood splattered on the once-pristine ground, the occasional gauge in the ground as some of the swords carved through stone to make it through to their targets--and all the while, Belial just spreads his arms dramatically like it's some kind of performance on a stage.]
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Then let me rephrase that: what do you think you're going to accomplish with this?
[Aside from the obvious chaos, which is pretty much a given at this point.]
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Hmm, would you believe me if I just said I got bored?
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[He just stares right back, defiant and not at all frightened.]
I suppose this time I was the fool to expect anything else.
[And he is not pleased, but also not all that surprised, either.]
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[Please hold, he's just going to get into a small cackling fit here because this is absolutely the time and place to do this, totally. It doesn't last too long all things considered, but it's probably awkward for the citizens in Gai's bubble to have to listen to this crazy fucker just laugh and wheeze to himself for a solid 30 seconds or so.
Anyways, once he's gotten himself... sorted out, he'll let out a small 'whew' of relief before hunching over again to look at Gai, face back to its usual sedate smile. He taps a finger idly against the shield.]
So? What are you gonna do now? Still intent on protecting all those citizens you've got with you? Even when they've done nothing but condemn and curse you?
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Yeah, I am.
[Because Shu would.]
In case you didn't notice, I don't care all that much about what other people think of me.
[To put it mildly. Let people curse him if they'd like; it's not as if it matters to him. As long as he accomplishes his goals...]
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Aren't you all lucky to have a stud like him protect you from the big, bad Akudama. Better make sure you sing his praises when you get out of there. [His eyes close.] Well then...
[He straightens up from his crouch and pulls his arms upward over his head in a languid stretch before briefly surveying the area around them. At this point, whoever wasn't in the shield is probably either super dead or super injured, so the crystalline swords simply vanish without a trace. Belial himself hops down from the bubble to land some distance away, careful not to step in any of the blood and other mess that's lying around on the ground. Looking over his shoulder to meet eyes with Gai:]
As much as I'd like to test your stamina, I really should stop there. Wouldn't want to get myself too tuckered out before I've had some real fun. See ya.
[Assuming he isn't stopped at any point, he'll walk off with a lazy wave.]
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Thank you...? Saved me... [How delirious is she from this sudden blood loss. Wait, there's more context] a little... distance...
[The smooth white surface of the train opens up, forming a hole that extends from under the opened armpit to around her other shoulder, and her entire body naturally falls inside before the surface closes again. It's smooth and synthetic, but essentially like a mouth has swallowed her whole. The motion would have been more rough if her lower half were moving.]
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