[catchall] Camille

[sixillusions]

This is one of my favorite shitposts

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WEEK 4: Thursday

[scrapdraught]

[Kanda you stupid slut.

Wherever he may be, Camille will find him. She'll settle in softly at a respectable distance and make a truly terrible joke.]

You've looked better.

[sixillusions]

[HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY!! A freshly swamped guy... and he really has looked better. There are still faint bruises on his neck, and there's light burn scarring on the left side of his face, plus his left ear is missing. Not that he listens to anybody anyway so that's fine, who needs it. Any other wounds are not visible since he's back in his normal clothes! His little golem is tucked in the collar his shirt.

Somewhere in the general void, they can meet!! He's tired and holding himself stiffly, but he isn't shivering or wheezing this time, so it's probably okay. He looks at her when she speaks, rubbing absently at his shoulder. I think about how mad he is at the people who brought her back but not at her IT'S SO FUNNY

Anyway]

I'm fine. [The swamp wasn't so bad this time.]

[scrapdraught]

[IS HE REALLY??? aw kanda you do care! (?) (:unsure:)

She does nod approvingly, seeing the state of him. Not a hundred percent, but far from the fifteen he'd stumbled in on.]

I'm glad. Seems like a raw deal most of the time. And you were already half done for.

[She dips her head, watching his eyes. So many people came back strange. Remembering things differently. Zombified.]

So. What the hell was that all about?

[sixillusions]

[Lol lmao... it's complicated

Whatever's wrong with him right now doesn't seem immediately obvious, which is either great or terrible, who's to say. He doesn't seem to mind the question, though; he hadn't bothered to interrogate the other CYOAers, but it doesn't surprise him that people are asking. It feels a little like giving a post-mission report, so. It's fine.]

Demons made us fight people.

[scrapdraught]

[Pixi I truly can't wait for your meta plurk at endgame, I must know what is happening in his head

The idea slaps her cold. Sure, Kanda could hold his own in a fight, but he'd showed up with a hole in his back. Daan was still standing but hanging on by a thread. In several ways.]

What? For fun? Or as soldiers?

[sixillusions]

For fun. Or money, or something. [That hotel seemed pretty rich.] We weren't supposed to win. They just wanted to see us get slaughtered.

[Which, well. Both did and didn't happen.]