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]

[...Okay, that seems to have gotten his attention; he cocks his head a bit when he looks up at her, toying with one of those marbles between his fingers as he does so.]

Don't worry, I know better than to mess with that too much. I'll be fine.

[greenmamabear]

That wasn't a yes.

[andexecutioner]

[...madam...]

My necessities are a little different than yours, I think.

1/3

[greenmamabear]

Oh yeah, because sitting in an office all day is the pinnacle of good hea-

[greenmamabear]

3/4 actuallly

[greenmamabear]

done

[greenmamabear]

...Right!

Yeah.

That stuff.

[andexecutioner]

[...a w k w a r d...]

...Anyway...

[greenmamabear]

Uhhhhhh...

[ > Fern is demoralized by her own mistakes and loses one heart.

> Roll for Charisma to recover.]

Do souls taste good?

[BAIL OUT BAIL OUT.]

[andexecutioner]

[...HOLY - okay. Okay, from the look of it that actually wasn't what he was expecting, hang on, god will you just look at his brain screech to a sudden halt- ]

I...don't. Eat them. So I wouldn't know.

[greenmamabear]

You- [Huh.

Huuuuh.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH.]

So. What was that at the execution?

[andexecutioner]

There's a difference between taking it out and eating it.

[greenmamabear]

Oh.

Well.

Mistakes have been made.

[andexecutioner]

Well, it...I guess that's a fair assumption? Most people aren't used to that sort of thing, I guess.

[...it. it could have been worse.]

[greenmamabear]

[This is the most uncomfortable conversation she's ever been in. Maybe barring that time she had to drink coffee from a sentient coffee cup, but she doesn't remember that so. Most uncomfortable conversation.]

So. Uh. Let me just lay this out, for myself. We get pulled here. Probably kill each other, do these trials, and then you take the souls.

[andexecutioner]

I take the souls if you kill each other. You don't have to do anything, remember.

[i mean there was the incentive earlier, but who's counting.]

[greenmamabear]

Uh huh, sure. [Look how convinced she is, murder man.]

I'm gonna go ahead and assume you can't- or won't- tell me why or how this is happening?

[andexecutioner]

You're assuming right.

[greenmamabear]

But you don't eat souls.

...But you are eating, right?

[Fern.]

[andexecutioner]

Whenever it strikes me, yeah.

[...]

I mean, the kitchen is closed at night.

[greenmamabear]

Huh.

[She supposes that makes sense.]

So, you take souls, but you eat somewhat normally, so I can't exactly figure out the, uh, motive for all this. Which you aren't going to tell me, for whatever reason. Which, uh, you know. You do you on that.

So. I guess. Uh. I don't know, are you enjoying this?

[andexecutioner]

[...Fern. Honey.]

Well, it's not for the sake of feeding, at least. I'm not some sort of monster or anything. I've got my own use for the souls, I guess? But it's not eating them.

As for enjoyment, it's...interesting, sometimes. But it's not something I'm particularly getting off on, and it's not like it's something personal.

[greenmamabear]

[People she can get. On some level, so far, sh can get monsters. As long as she understands the reasoning, its not that hard.

But apathy and "professionalism" with something like this is baffling her a lot./small>]

...Honestly? That's almost worse.

[andexecutioner]

You think so...?

[greenmamabear]

If you don't even care if people died, one way or the other? Yeah. It bugs me.