PRIVATE MEETINGS

[andexecutioner]

If you'd like to have a private meeting with the Adjudicator, this is where you should go! The Adjudicator is available at almost all hours of the day; just knock and he'll answer.

Comments are screened for privacy; no eavesdropping, that's rude.

Comments

[seventhprogenitor]

What about them exactly is confidential? The people themselves, most likely, but are the topics?

[andexecutioner]

The topics should be fine, I guess.

[seventhprogenitor]

What sort of things have people asked you about, then?

[andexecutioner]

A few of the expected boring things about this place and how it works. Demands for stuff, sometimes. I was asked once if souls taste good.

Otherwise, people are really fixated on dating and also my cat.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Sounds like Tinder.]

I don't think anyone expects you to like a cat or toys. It's hard to make a monster out of someone when you know a thing or two about them like that, you know? It's why there's still some people who remain so confused about dear Sayaka and want to see the good in her, even if it may have all been just an act.

[... Poor Brady. Chances are there were parts of her that were genuine, of course, but from one actor to the next... Well, Ferid knows how deep that can go.]

[andexecutioner]

Oh, believe me, I'm well aware. And they're more than entitled to their opinion either way, but it's not like I consider myself a monster in the first place. So there's no point in keeping things like that from them.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Good thing no one will have a quarrel about if you're a monster or not by the next trial, huh.]

Not a monster, and yet you've taken someone's soul right in front of us?

[He's amused.]

You're simply a strange creature who likes cats and toys, true, humanoid as you are. I still haven't thought of what you could be yet. Do you think anyone'll guess right?

[andexecutioner]

[Hey, he's a perfectly average guy who doesn't fucking bleed, that's all.]

Do you think I'd confirm anything, even if they did?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Can't wait to ask him next week if he even has blood to be savored in that body of his.]

Doesn't it just matter if it'd be interesting to or not?

[andexecutioner]

That sort of thing usually isn't. I mean, it's probably different for you, but I've never really taken too much pleasure in it.

[seventhprogenitor]

Why not? Is it nothing all that special? Or do people have a lackluster reaction to it?

[andexecutioner]

Neither.

[seventhprogenitor]

You just don't get a thrill out of the usual things, do you.

[andexecutioner]

In fairness, neither do you.

[seventhprogenitor]

Touché~. But I've had two thousand years to lose my humanity, darling dear, I wonder what your excuse could be.

[... Though with that, his performance comes to a close, and Ferid lowers the viola.]

Did you enjoy my heartfelt playing?

[andexecutioner]

[He doesn't seem too interested in humoring the first part with more than a soft, noncommittal noise; the question, though...]

...Yeah. It was...I liked that.

[...]

Wouldn't mind if you felt like doing it again sometime.

[seventhprogenitor]

[He gives a low bow, standing with a pleased smile.]

Your kind words makes my heart quicken in delight, darling. I'll serenade you with an accordion next time~.

[Gotta make good on that sometime. Might as well be the next time he has the itch to play.]