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I do suppose the tantrums are over with. Though avoiding me was rather childish.

Claire seems to be quite the recruiter.

However, I need a new list of the current employees of Devil's Nest. This does not include those who just reside here. I need people on the payroll and what they do.

Or if you still need an assignment of what you're doing, let myself or Greed know. Note that standing around does not count as a job.

I will shove my Walther P38 under your chin until you work if I have to.

I have decided I have no true desire to return home at this point. But to be honest, does anyone here have that desire? It is hard to repent for something you do not feel sorry for.

Luki.
Noki.

...I do hope you are enjoying yourselves, sisters.

Everyone seems to be...leaving.

Mother, Freuling, if you are in need of anything do ask. Heine.

It seems that some things have happened. How terrible, isn't it. Such mass death. How meaningless.

I'm going out tonight for an extended walk, if anyone should wish to join me, let me know. Also, Devil's Nest is most likely in need of employees now.

Greed? Don't you think so?

You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

Friday was quite the exciting day.
First, someone broke into the boarding house, well, two actually. I should thank you for breaking the windows. It did make quite the lovely mess. But I did get the chance to see such a creature. A creature that gave me some very interesting wounds -- long gone, by now. I have never seen such a baffled... ...stance from something. I think our existence baffled it, Greed.

Heine, I should thank you, not only did you prove me right, but I got to play with you. The others did as well, I understand. Did you have fun, girls? Everyone? It was quite enjoyable.

Though I do think that my suit has been ruined beyond belief. Very bloody. But it was terribly worth it. Much more fun than I have had for some time.

Also, Father's Day, Greed -- I hope you had a good one.

I am not a 'which one?' -- I am a 'Who?'. Asking for my name is going to earn much more of a response from me. Were you searching to find out a number? That was what it sounded like. Perhaps some practicing of etiquette would be appropriate. I acknowledge I am a number, and revel in certain others calling me by it.

This game does not seem terrible. Enjoyable almost. The general population doesn't cease to amaze me with their constant complaints. It is not like you can do much about it, not without whatever happened to Soma -- happening to you.

Others hear the sound that violin? It is...the Devil's Trill? I could have sworn...I heard the piano earlier.

Greed... ...what about Soma?
Also, I am going out tonight to kill some things. Tomorrow I will make a trip to the upper level.

I am named...

Giovanni ...apparently. Even though names are for people...I'm still getting used to it.

Also...clothes are weird.

And tight around the neck. Everything is too big. Maybe I'm too small.

I like coloring.

Greed said I don't have to go home, I don't... ...right?

...Why do people have sex over the network?

I have a gun. It's cold...but...nice.

I'm sorry I disappaered, Heine and Nill. Greed told me she wanted to see me, so I came over.

Also eyepatch guy yelled at me cause he became a woman. Is this place always so weird? People can't just change gender.

[[ Yes. he has clothes, that are way too big probably XD, BUT OH WELL. He's small as a kid. =X ]]

Greed.

I believe we need to expand.

There are nearby buildings that could be of use.

Five more days until I have been here a month.
Heine. That is not terribly long.
You are well, big brother?