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

[andexecutioner]

[...Fern, he is kind of horrifically socially awkward, so this is more or less shooting fish in a barrel but that isn't to say he doesn't deserve it, either. So really? Knock yourself out, he will continue doing...as he's doing over here if no one minds.

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[greenmamabear]

[She just. Keeps staring him down. For another five whole minutes.

And then the anger builds up too much.] How you enjoying being a murderer?

[She regrets that. She would've preferred making him more uncomfortable.]

[andexecutioner]

[Well, that's...something, though he doesn't seem relieved at all that she finally said something; he doesn't look up.]

...Any answer I give right now is just going to piss you off. You know that.

[greenmamabear]

Wow, I guess I was wrong about you, you care about people's feelings after all.

[Fern is an ocean of salt.]

[andexecutioner]

[The most put-upon sigh, Fern.]

Is there something in particular that you wanted?

[greenmamabear]

[She glares at him for another few seconds.

And then sighs and drags a hand through her hair.] Fine. Whatever.

The new motive.

[andexecutioner]

[...Well, he wasn't exactly expecting that, given how this conversation started out, but.]

What about it?

[greenmamabear]

You said everything we've done, our "influence" or whatever, will be gone.

Does that, uh, include...

[andexecutioner]

You want to know if your son is still going to exist. Is that it?

[His expression has gone a bit strange; generally impassive, though there's something almost approaching interest in his eyes as opposed to the usual apathy.]

[greenmamabear]

[Her grip on the chair tightens.]

...Yeah. I need to know.

[andexecutioner]

[He looks at her for a good long moment in silence before going back to his drawings; he's smiling a bit to himself, though.]

That's a good question, isn't it.

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[greenmamabear]

[greenmamabear]

You motherfucker.

[andexecutioner]

I don't know why you're surprised.

I'm a murderer, right?

[greenmamabear]

You're a goddamn predatory sadist, on top of it.

[andexecutioner]

Predatory...? That's new.

[Not one that he's going to deny, mind you. Just one that he hasn't heard.]

I don't know what you expected me to tell you.

[greenmamabear]

Something! Anything! A yes, a no, an-an actual answer! Not your wi-wishy-washy "Oh I-I-I'll never t-tell" bullshit! S-Some k-k-kind of...

[If it was awkward before, Fern's sobbing probably isn't going to make it any easier.]

[andexecutioner]

[...ohhhh, shit.

That...that actually gets a similar response to the last time she cried in his general direction; there's a definite freezing-up that happens, and he just kind of stares and his features go rigid, almost alarmingly masklike.]

...I'm not going to give you anything concrete like that. It's not how things around here work.

[greenmamabear]

I d-don't care how they w-work. [Said through tears.]

I just want my son to be safe.

[andexecutioner]

...Yeah. I know.

[And that does get his gaze to dart, his eyes closing a bit; he seems agitated, though it's hard to tell at what, exactly.]

I can't guarantee that. No one can, really.

[greenmamabear]

[Fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

She just needs to rest her face in her hands for a moment here.]

Is this all you do? Hurt?

[andexecutioner]

I do my job.

[greenmamabear]

Your job... sucks.

[andexecutioner]

...Yeah, it does sometimes. I'm not going to try to say it doesn't.

[greenmamabear]

Oh piss off. You love this. [Fern you are running through a lot of emotions in here.]