[Ugh. This eyesight is a pain in the ass. Mammon curses as he slowly moves along, using the wall to help him. Things are still blurry. His head hurts. And that was one doozy of a trial. He rounds the corner, shaking his head-]
[And bonks right into Subete - he falls back, letting out a shout.]
[What was that he was telling Toi in trial about his reflexes being good!!! Subete flails and manages to run into the wall instead of falling over, but like, at the expense of hitting himself on the wall. It's a pretty good thud there. He's rubbing his elbow and shoulder as he peeks around the bend and--]
Oh. Mammon-san... I guess I can't say that back at you, can I? Sorry.
[He'll crouch and tap at his arm or wrist to let him know he's willing to help him up.]
I guess I'm just more distracted after all of that, and I was looking for someplace that was hopefully rat-free.
Yeah, I can only imagine -- my roommate can't see anything either, and we were somehow expected to catch that... the Rat Queen? With all of this happening. I really don't know how we did it.
[He sounds almost sort of impressed, and he's almost sort of impressed with that part of it, but how the hell they got there and where the hell they're going from here and honestly whatever the hell even happened in the past day is a complete blur. Kind of like getting up, tripping down the stairs and somehow winding up in a pose at the bottom with a few dozen selfies on your phone that you don't remember taking on the way down.
But maybe stairs analogies aren't the best things to go to, here. He'll pull Mammon up but not actually move because. He is not a good person to be navigating right now.]
I haven't seen any of the rats, at least. And the ballroom is cleaned up, so I can only assume the staff is... working overtime.
[He is not entirely sure what kind of overtime they're working but it's probably alarming.]
[Even though they didn't do it before....SMH. But Mammon just gives a shrug after he gets to his feet. Let them deal with their own rat problems. He just wants a nap.]
I just want my eyesight back...I wonder if it'll go away if they do what they plan to do with that human girl.
According to Plum-san, they were only leaving the mess and all the... traces... for what we just went through, even though they really didn't seem to have made preparations for everyone who would need to deal with losing their eyesight and hearing.
[Like, seriously, chalkboards and games of telephone?? The more he thinks about it the more he keeps wondering how the hell they managed to even make it here. Probably best not to think too hard about it right now.]
Ah, Mammon-san, you're... really kind of a demon, huh. [it's not said with any particular rancor, it's just such a strange thing to consider in light of stuff like wererats and executions] I don't know if we'll get anything back just because Nikki-san is -- executed. It wasn't mentioned anywhere.
It's a little hard to tell who's what when nobody can actually prove it, you know. But it's mostly that I've never met a demon, so I really don't know what you're supposed to be like. Would you prefer I just assume according to the demons in fiction?
[Is Mammon one of those demons who likes to puff up because he's a pop fiction icon. The real questions. It might actually be a real question here, smh. There's a blink.]
Ah, I get the feeling the creator is going to be hard to get to. But you have curse-breaking experience, you said?
[Someone is...jogging? He can't imagine who even would. He feels like his brain has turned to mush. Mammon squints at the figure, wondering who it is - he'll try to go around, try to get in front of the man moving down the hallway, and-]
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[And bonks right into Subete - he falls back, letting out a shout.]
Shit! Watch where you're goin'!
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[What was that he was telling Toi in trial about his reflexes being good!!! Subete flails and manages to run into the wall instead of falling over, but like, at the expense of hitting himself on the wall. It's a pretty good thud there. He's rubbing his elbow and shoulder as he peeks around the bend and--]
Oh. Mammon-san... I guess I can't say that back at you, can I? Sorry.
[He'll crouch and tap at his arm or wrist to let him know he's willing to help him up.]
I guess I'm just more distracted after all of that, and I was looking for someplace that was hopefully rat-free.
[The real priorities here.]
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[He squints at the blur in front of him, before reaching out, grasping air for a moment before he manages to find the other's hand.]
Oh, are the rats still here? Did you see them?
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[He sounds almost sort of impressed, and he's almost sort of impressed with that part of it, but how the hell they got there and where the hell they're going from here and honestly whatever the hell even happened in the past day is a complete blur. Kind of like getting up, tripping down the stairs and somehow winding up in a pose at the bottom with a few dozen selfies on your phone that you don't remember taking on the way down.
But maybe stairs analogies aren't the best things to go to, here. He'll pull Mammon up but not actually move because. He is not a good person to be navigating right now.]
I haven't seen any of the rats, at least. And the ballroom is cleaned up, so I can only assume the staff is... working overtime.
[He is not entirely sure what kind of overtime they're working but it's probably alarming.]
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[Even though they didn't do it before....SMH. But Mammon just gives a shrug after he gets to his feet. Let them deal with their own rat problems. He just wants a nap.]
I just want my eyesight back...I wonder if it'll go away if they do what they plan to do with that human girl.
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[Like, seriously, chalkboards and games of telephone?? The more he thinks about it the more he keeps wondering how the hell they managed to even make it here. Probably best not to think too hard about it right now.]
Ah, Mammon-san, you're... really kind of a demon, huh. [it's not said with any particular rancor, it's just such a strange thing to consider in light of stuff like wererats and executions] I don't know if we'll get anything back just because Nikki-san is -- executed. It wasn't mentioned anywhere.
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[LISTEN TO HIM, SUBETE!!!!]
Well, curses sometimes go away if the creator of 'em dies, though...ergh, I guess the last one I broke didn't do that when that happened...
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[Is Mammon one of those demons who likes to puff up because he's a pop fiction icon. The real questions. It might actually be a real question here, smh. There's a blink.]
Ah, I get the feeling the creator is going to be hard to get to. But you have curse-breaking experience, you said?
W1, POST EXECUTION
Oh! Hey. [It's Subete?] Whatcha runnin' for?