purrtagonist | [scp r2: latebluemer]

[Well, he has a knife, but as it's a kitchen knife -- she's not as alarmed or confused as she could have been. She is still kind of baffled, though.]

Well, the knife looks more okay than you right now, buuut I'll believe that for now. Are you cooking? In your room?

[She doesn't try to take a peek into the room, but she does raise her head a little to see if anything smells like food. Even though she has no idea why he wouldn't just do that in the kitchen. They have some weirdos here.]

[his room smells like a room, not a single whiff of anything edible in the air. with a scoff, Akira steps aside to allow Aoi into his quarters]

Nnnnope. [popping the p for emphasis] I'm going knife hunting.

Want to help?

[She stays at the door, raising an eyebrow at him and ever so slowly giving him and the knife another, more judgmental look.]

Knife hunting? What happened here?

[he seems COMPLETELY unfazed by that judgmental stare]

I found a knife in my bed earlier. This one was stuck in the toilet tank.

[. . . gross]

Iiiii think the staff put them here, actually.

[...]

Did you... do something to the staff? Or is this some weird mafia rule I don’t know about?

[Her stare is still judging!! But she relents to curiosity nevertheless and takes the invitation into his room. It’s probably scandalous on some level, but she is a digital avatar and there are mystery knives! Too bad. Zaizen Aoi isn’t all that good at paying attention to these niceties, herself.

She starts scanning the room as though expecting to find knives just bristling on every surface. How many has he found, anyway?]

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You've read my profile. I think your answer is right there.

[as she steps inside, she'll notice that his bed is unmade, and there's as mall pile of knives on his nightstand. a pocket knife, a combat knife, a bread knife, a butterfly knife. . . he quickly adds the kitchen knife to the pile. so, not too many, but still. AN ALARMING AMOUNT OF KNIVES]

Unlike some people, I haven’t memorized all the profiles yet...

[Not aimed at Akira, particularly, and just idly annoyed — but she does raise her eyebrows at the number of knives.

There’s seriously enough here to make a very knife Christmas tree for the dubiously merry holiday season at this rate. She still has her tablet open on the application, so she checks out the profile real quick-like.]

It’s a good thing it is in your profile, but... Is there a reason besides that? It’s not like you have knives listed in the likes column.

[How do you just get an arbitrarily knife room.]

Not a clue.

[he really wishes he had one, he really does. but in the meantime? something glints from behind the curtain, and Akira crosses the room to investigate. BAM. ANOTHER KNIFE. this one is a combat knife]

But leaving me these gifts is awfully knife of them.

[HA HA HA. . .]

Ugh, that was terrible.

[It’s off-hand as she explores the room a little, shaking her head as Akira unearths even more blades in the length of time it takes her to take a few steps. She’s a pretty observant girl, so it’s the work of a moment after that to snag some throwing knives that have been shoved under a drawer. Of all places.

She hefts them a little, curiously.]

What are you going to do with all of these? I think you have more knives than an entire knife shop at this rate.

[Akira huffs a laugh when he sees the knives that Aoi has collected, and he gestures to the pile on the nightstand. might as well. . . deposit them there. . .]

I was thinking of starting a collection. I'd pass them out like candy at a parade, buuuut I'm kind of concerned about arming other people at the moment.

[She is going to gingerly deposit them on the pile of knives so as not to send the entire pile of knives plummeting into her feet. She quite likes her feet.]

Do you think they're hoping you'll start a weapon side business? Like the real mafia?

[It's mostly joking and rhetorical, but she's shaking her head also because like, they're totally playing the shittiest game of mafia in the world. Not that she's really even played mafia, what are party games even.]

Just keep a close eye on these.

In some versions of mafia, there's a role called the gunsmith. Their job is to provide weapons to other people in the game on the down low.

[a beat]

If that's what they wanted, I'm going to be a pretty bad gunsmith.

[not that he minds, you know. breaking a few game rules. if this is. . . a game rule. . . and not just the Staff fucking with him]

That's a pretty confusing name for a role, if they don't just give people guns. Not that we need guns, either, but you should definitely be the worst gunsmith ever.

[She's pretty sure it's not a game rule that you have to use all the sharp implements people throw at you, but what does she know. For the moment, she's going to shuffle around the room looking for more knives! There's. One in the ceiling grate? Is there a ceiling grate? Whatever, there's a damn boning knife on the ceiling and she gives it a bit of a put out look.

Raises her hand, materializes her whip and uses that to pull it down with a clatter. Gosh.]

Maybe we can melt these down?

[Melted knife Christmas tree--]

[while she searches, Akira continues his as well. there's. . . a butter knife in the bathroom sink. so, that's a thing]

I'll wear my title as "worst gunsmith ever" with pride.

[also]

What would we even melt them with?

[Utility knife stuck in a power outlet, which... she's going to carefully remove using her whip, also. It's just seeing all kinds of unconventional roles lately, she's starting to feel more like a maintenance worker or cat herder than an actual idol. Maybe don't use that power outlet for a bit.]

Maybe you could convince them to put that on your profile instead. You're a little too nerdy to be Satan.

[Casually kicks that elephant. Also, there's totally such a thing as a knife-fork (knork?) and there is one in the closet. She's not going through your closet, just staring at this weird implement in consternation.]

... Hmm, Cinque can make fire, for some reason. But I feel like we'd burn the resort down. [which might not be the worst idea in the long run?] Maybe there's a furnace somewhere here.

Am I? I guess I am kind of average and just a little boring.

[he replies blandly to her comment about his staff-assigned nickname. MR. SATAN. . .]

I imagine there has to be, if things are this cold. But it's probably tucked away in the staff areas, and we can't go anywhere beyond the first floor and the ski slopes.

You're supposed to disagree with that, you know! Otherwise it just makes you sound more suspicious.

[She's not especially serious about it. He's definitely as bad at being Mr. Satan as he is at gunsmithing, however that usually goes, and besides she doesn't put too much stock by the profiles. Despite the knifely appointed room. She'll forgive that for now...?]

Anyway, we could always make them bring it up. It'll keep the place warmer, and it can't hurt to ask.

[Is she... is she taking out her tablet to literally do that right now? Maybe.]

[uh]

I don't think furnaces are portable.

[at least, fancy electric ones aren't?? they're attached to pipes and things???]

No, but moose shouldn't be able to teleport. And hotel staff shouldn't be able to, either. Time shouldn't go backwards, and none of us should be here.

[Her especially. But anyway, she's swiping at the screen to find the staff call button.]

It can't hurt to ask.

[Much.]

[there's a pause]

Don't do it here.

I don't want them in my room.

[That gets her to stop what she's doing and look up at him, and then she puts down her tablet, because... yeah, he has a point. And regardless of how much this resort isn't their home in any sense of the word, this is still his space and all.]

Right. Sorry. I wouldn't want them to visit, either.

I just...

[There's a low-simmering and formless worry about mafia game and too many knives brewing darkly at the back of her mind, propelling things along. Sometimes she's too straightforward, just in general.

But saying that out loud is a little too much even for Blue Angel at this point, so she just shakes her head.]

[some of the invisible tension in Akira's shoulders melts away when Blue Angel puts down her tablet. this may not be his home, but the hotel room is his space. the space he's meant to occupy during his tenure here. he'd rather not have anyone untrustworthy, such as the staff, in his space]

Thanks.

[he flashes her a small smile as he deposits his most recently found knives into the pile]

I understand, though. You just want answers. And in that way, we're similar.

[It's not exactly a conciliatory gesture in its nature, but she'll just... go round up some more knives. Did you know that there was a whole damn vegetable cleaver serving as a bookend? Now you do!]

Don't mention it. No, really.

[But her tone is a little lighter anyway, once they've figured that out.]

Answers and solutions. However this game ends... I don't think we want to see what happens if we play only by their rules. Things like this... [she pauses] They won't play fair.

[WHEN WILL THERE BE LESS KNIVES]

Of course they won't.

[that is a given]

I've never been very good at working inside boxes, anyway.

[When he dies?? What if he dies and they just keep piling knives that no one finds, and eventually we're all just inundated in the knifepocalypse? It's a real possibility here.]

Hmm. I'm pretty bad at that too. I think most duelists are.

[The good ones, anyway. If you stop growing and stay with what's given to you or the path that's been laid out for you -- you'll eventually fall or fade away. That's why most of them fly into the storm, she thinks. The wind of the digital world is change.

Here, where even flying won't get her where she needs to go, she's going to have to change and figure out a new way to play.]

But so much of this place is their territory. It's hard to know where to start.

[Not to mention: teleporting staff and dubious monitoring.]

[scp r2: latebluemer]

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remember the last time we had a rain of knives

yes... i do....

I'll laugh and cry if we get another knife scavenger hunt trial

everyone auto-assumes it's Akira's fault

I mean, it totally is

he did nothing!!!

seems fake

D8

<3

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