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

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Well, she hasn't had reason to meet him yet, but... now's as good a time as any.

Angel knocks quietly, trying very hard to clear as much negative emotion as she can from her voice. She's good at that. Just like talking to the Vault Hunters.]

Juri?

[andexecutioner]

Yeah? ...You can come in, if you want.

[Hey, Angel; from the sound of it, he's not opposed to your presence, so come in at your leisure. The office is pretty nice, all done up in wood and leather; Juri's looking...slightly less presentable than the office is, given the usual jeans and unkempt hair. He's sitting at the desk with a couple of decks of cards, playing some sort of game with himself (Diplomat, from the looks of all the columns) and he's got a few stuffed cats on the shelves near his desk with little ribbons tied in bows around their necks - white with a red ribbon, brown with white ribbon, orange with black, all kind of congregated together up there.

He still doesn't seem like he's feeling too great after the whole poisoning thing; his breathing is still a little labored, though most of the unnatural flush has gone away, but at the very least the card game seems to have his attention and he seems less listless and unfocused.]

Something on your mind?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[It takes Angel a second or two to take everything in, once she's inside, before she responds, voice even, if low. Angel's very good at pretending she's more okay than she is.]

I just... there are a couple things that have been bothering me, that's all. And you're the authority on the setup of this place, so... I hear you don't answer everything, but I thought I'd ask.

[A beat, and, with a little sympathy:]

Do you... want to play a two-player game? I know a thing or two about being isolated like this.

[andexecutioner]

[...Well, whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that, hang on.]

...I'd like that, yeah. Whatever you want.

[Right. Well. Anyway, while he's gathering cards and sorting them into proper decks again, since he's got at least two shuffled together in there...]

As for the questions, I can't guarantee that I'll have answers for you. If I can't or won't answer something, I'll tell you, but I'm not going to stop you from asking.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[She walks up to the desk, movements a little stiff, but... such it is when you're forcing yourself to talk to your best friend's killer.]

I don't know a whole lot about card games, but we could play War? Despite the name, I guess.

[She is here to try to figure him out, after all, at least a little. And if she's learned anything from Jack, it's that open hostility rarely gets you answers.]

First off, there are a lot of items in the vending machine that at least seem like things that belonged to us before we came here. Are they the real items, and are you the one who stocked it?

[andexecutioner]

[He just nods a bit at that first part; his movements are quick against the cards, and it won't take him long to shuffle them, either - he seems incredibly practiced, if nothing else.]

Those things are there because of me, yeah. To my knowledge, they're the genuine thing; I don't know why they wouldn't be. But you'd know that better than me, I think.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Right. Just making sure they aren't... replicas, somehow.

[She frowns.]

Rules question - and this is a regret, not a plan - if Chitoge had sent me with the poison and I claimed it was my idea, who would have been punished?

[andexecutioner]

She would have.

[It's calm, easy. He doesn't look up from the cards.]

If it was actually her plan and she sent you, that technically makes you the weapon.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[So intent does matter, at least somewhat.]

So, by extension... could someone use you as a murder weapon? Goad or trick someone else into breaking Rule Five.

[andexecutioner]

[And that does seem to catch his interest, a bit.]

...Technically. I can be used as a weapon in a lot of ways in a situation like this.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I guess so. Make someone else break the rules. I take it Rule 3 still counts if the sleep is involuntary? [And, come to think of it...] What... is the reasoning behind Rule 3, anyway?

[andexecutioner]

Well, first of all you're wrong about it - Rule Three only counts if you fall asleep under your own power. Or lack thereof, I guess. If someone knocks you out then I'm not going to punish you for it. The infirmary's also an exception. If someone's sick or injured or something and you decide you can't or shouldn't move them, they can stay in there all they want. There's a difference between sleep and unconsciousness, and if you're in the infirmary it's closer to unconsciousness because you probably wouldn't be voluntarily passing out somewhere in the open like that if you weren't sick or injured.

Rule Three is actually pretty hard to weaponize. I just don't want you guys deciding to have sleepovers anywhere you want; it's pretty much for convenience's sake.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Heh. I guess naps aren't your secret weak point after all.

[Some of the strange mixture of frustration and resentment manages to sneak into her voice there, but she pulls it back. She's quiet for a moment, and then.]

Why the coffin?

[andexecutioner]

She hated the dark.

[And that, too, is calm, though he isn't looking up to establish eye contact any.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

And killing her in front of everyone wasn't enough.

[It's not a question, just. A statement.]

That thing you do, with the flash of light. I assume you can't tell me what it is, but... does it hurt?

[andexecutioner]

No, it doesn't.

[And there isn't any hesitation in that whatsoever; just how things are.]

It feels kind of weird at the start of it, but generally it's like going to sleep - everything shuts down all at once, and you don't even feel it happening beyond the initial contact. So it's not like she was suffering or anything.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Well, that's a comfort, but ALSO...]

Has it... happened to you?

[andexecutioner]

You think I'd live through something like that?

[didntgetdadslooks]

I mean I did watch you pull a knife out of your throat. But... why do you know how it feels otherwise?

[andexecutioner]

[He shrugs. Goes quiet for a bit.]

That sort of thing affects me differently than it affects you guys. But yeah, it's happened.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Right.

[She exhales.]

Do you... enjoy what you do, Juri? Being the Adjudicator. You don't seem super enthusiastic.

[andexecutioner]

A bunch of you have commented on that, actually. It'd be more of a concern if I was really into it, I'd think.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Yeah, but... this doesn't seem like the kind of thing someone sets up without being really into it. If my experiences with the kind of people who would consider running something like this are any indication, anyway.

[andexecutioner]

Does it really make much of a difference? What I think about it, I mean.

[It's not pointed or anything; it's just a question, really.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

Because if you don't care about it, it doesn't make sense why you would go to the trouble of running it.