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GENERAL OVERFLOW
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( vector. )
—Wait.
[ Is the warning he tries to make, but it's largely too late: Vector's already in the room and probably looking at the two corpses inside, one of the director and one of his secretary. It's not exactly the kind of thing Adolf would've liked for Vector to see... oh well. ]
...Don't touch anything. [ JUST IN CASE...YOU KNOW... VECTOR TRIES TO TOUCH DEAD PEOPLE. ]
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I know this scene. There was a post on the network not too long ago, about how the previous CEO of CERES and his secretary were found dead and that there's a new one now...
[Walking closer to one of the bodies, he tries to shift it in order to see some of the papers their face is lying on.]
I wonder why they'd make it into a part of the ga-WHOA!!
[Pardon the clattering as he lands on the floor. Pointing at the not so dead corpse, he complains] He pinched me!
['Did not! You poked me first!']
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...which he'll have to consider at another juncture, because did the dead guy just move. Cue him reaching out at the kid on the floor and tugging him back and away from the 'corpse', none-too-gently. ]
Stay back.
[ The 'dead' director scowls, mumbles something about kids these days and how they have no respect for the dead. Adolf can feel a migraine coming on. ]
I told you not to touch anything, if this is some sort of j—
[ —and, well. Before he can finish, there's suddenly a big block of text that appears as a prompt:
Pursue Justice or Truth? ]
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[Looking around, he doesn't see any useful clues.]
I think we just triggered a game regular event or level. I mean. It should be planned since nothing has tried to kill us.
[The tone in his voice adds a silent 'yet' to the end of the last sentence.]
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The 'corpse' opens one eye a crack, and sighs. "Just make a decision, I don't have all day." ]
Then I assume choosing the 'wrong' option will set off something that'll try to kill us.
[ It's a question disguised as a statement, wanting some sort of confirmation as he tries to think of which would be more important: justice, or truth? ]
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No, I don't think so.
[Cue one of the corpses chiming in again. Vector ignores it.]
I think it's more that we're going to get challenged no matter what we pick? It's like having the choice between a fire and a water gate. 'Truth' and 'Justice' are most likely the themes of whatever awaits us.
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Fine, then.
[ A beat. ] Which one is more important to you.
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I don't know. Justice without truth seems really wrong to me. And the last time I put my faith in people rather than demanding the hard truth ended pretty terrible.
But...
I don't think that aiming for an absolute truth while disregarding morals or a sense of justice would be for the best, either. The- [He trails off as a memory flashes through his mind. His father, weapon raised, shouting at him that Vector should have never been born and that he was going to remedy that fact right now-! His mother screaming his name as she shielded him with her body while his mind had turned into an empty buzz because this couldn't possibly have been the truth. His hand flies to his arm, nails digging deeply into his skin until the pain roots him in the present.
No. That's not a truth he ever wanted to learn about again.]
Sometimes the truth ...hurts.
[It's weak, it's pathetic and he hates himself for how vulnerable and young he sounds saying those words. But he also knows that this is another truth and that he is continuing pretending to be Rei Shingetsu because being constantly Vector would mean opening himself to everything that has happened on a scale that he isn't ready nor willing to bear with yet.]
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(He doesn't want to think about his own truth, of the value of it, of the value of his own being.)
After a beat, he raises one burn-scarred hand, hovers it between the two choices. ]
Are you afraid that whatever truth this place may show you will hurt?
[ He keeps his tone placid, even; but the sentiment behind his words edge in, compassionate despite its distance. ]
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... No. The truth might hurt but I'm not going to let that scare me away from doing whatever must be done. I'm going to follow my way.
[There is resolve in the ways he says it, silently declaring that he means it far further than just what this game or colony might toss at him.]
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...Truth, then.
[ And once he selects their path, their surroundings melt away into a maze of cabinets, a mess of winding walkways— Adolf steps in front of Vector, silently protective. ]
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Taking a look at their surroundings, his gaze ends up lingering on the person in front of him. The way he keeps trying to protect him isn't lost on the redhead.]
...why did you choose truth as well?
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This is just a game. It doesn't matter to me, either way.
[ That isn't quite the truth of it, and if anything, the truth to him has always been just as cruel as someone else's imposed sense of justice and utility; but it's useless to dwell on it here, where there's at least a thin level of obligation for him to make sure that the teenager sticking next to him stays safe.
He makes a motion for Vector to follow, using his limited powers to feel for any lifeforms nearby. ]
...It's just a choice that seemed less questionable than justice.
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Taking a breath, Vector follows him, falling quickly in a pace that has him walking by his side at a one step interval of lagging behind. (Just enough to not get into his way if need be.)]
That reminds me, I don't think you ever told me your name.
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But, well. It's an innocuous question, and as much as he wants to go the 'don't ask me things you don't have to know' route, he tosses it aside. For now. ]
Adolf Reinhardt. It won't do you much good to remember.
[ He stops, taps a section of floor with one foot, and then sidesteps. ] ...There's a trapdoor there, be careful.
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Because I have a good feeling that I'll want to remember you-uh?
[Being warned, he of course stops and then triggers the trapdoor with the tips of his toes.] Wow! You really found one!
[Following along, he takes in their route, committing it to his memory while also keeping his eyes open for any hints for which direction they need to go.]
I'm Shingetsu. Rei Shingetsu, a first year at Heartland Academy in Heartland City. Well, or I was.
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...Rei. [ He settles on going for the first name (familiar but inevitable for him), dodging another trapdoor and turning left at a fork in the path. If Vector looks to the right, he might spy a Cthulu doctor looking disappointed that the two didn't come his way. ] First year in high school?
[ Or middle school...? He glances at the kid, trying to gauge an age. Too young, is what he thinks. ]
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I'm thirteen, if that's what you mean. Soon fourteen. [What else is important..?] I'm a duelist, but so far not a very good one. My best subject is- Oh! Wait a second!
[Tugging at Adolf's clothes, he points up to a little device that is attached to the ceiling.]
Do you see that? That's a sprinkler! I haven't seen one here up till now! Help me up!
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Adolf is thinking about this to himself when he feels that tug on his sleeve, follows his gaze in the direction Vector is pointing. ]
A sprinkler. ...Fine, but don't set it off.
[ It's dangerous to get wet!!! There are better things to be doing than humoring Vector's curiosity, but the kid's humored Adolf this far with everything; it's equivalent trade.
He's surprisingly careful when he kneels in front of Vector to let him up on his back, really. ]
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[His confidence sounds like the first half of a gag, but the nimble way he climbs upon Adolf's back and balances on his shoulders proves fate otherwise.]
There's something written here. It's- ew! [Wrinkling his nose, he wipes the drop of stale water from his face.] There was still water in it. Anyway, the letters are Uuddlrl Rbax. And a three'o clock. ...What?
[Why do those nonsense words give him a sense of deja vu?]
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[ Forgive him, he's a little busy keeping you up, Vector. He glances up as much as he's able with the extra weight on his neck and shoulders, furrows nonexistent brows to try to digest this new information. ]
What is it. A clue?
[ Three o'clock...? This is all flying over his head. ]
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Hehehe~ You almost sounded as fun as that other guy I met saying that! But yeah, I think it is! We should look either for something that has a combination relating to those numbers in some way, try to head east or check out the doors to the right while heading down this way, I think.
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You're surprisingly resourceful.
[ Is that an insult...? In any case, it's an observation, and that's all he offers before he turns in the direction suggested: east. ]
It's looking like puzzles are your area of expertise. Steer me in a direction.
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Tossing Adolf a look over his shoulder, he grins.]
My deck isn't the type that has any particularly strong fighters in it, so I learned how to rely on tactics and quick adaption instead. Do you like magic?