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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.

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.

If anyone is wondering where the chairs in Devil's Nest are, I have temporarily stacked them up and placed them in my room. The tables have all been pushed against the wall.

It appears Claire has disappeared.

And I would really prefer nothing breakable be where Greed could get a hold of it.

Darling, if you really need something to break, you know I do have a reason for being here.

Yes, I will replace things on the floor of Devil's Nest when it gets to be evening.


[[ He's totally serious. He stacked up the chairs and pushed them into his room. >:, and what he couldn't fit, went into other's rooms. Also, the tables are all pushed up against the wall.]]