"I have a dream."
"It's to die."
"Wh- no! I'm gonna be the greatest catcher of them all!!!!"
"Yeah no. Someone like you? I'd see Val talking more realistically than you being that."
"You're no fun."
"I can! You're just annoying!"
"Val agrees with me."
"No she doesn't! She didn't say anything!"
"Tsk tsk. The heart is laid out on the face."
"I'm gonna kill you."
"Nuh-uh."
"Get over here!!!"
Currently, Val has no idea what slap fight is happening between them.
They fight over the pettiest reasons.
Topic change?
Sure.
Facts?
Absolutely.
Both of them are haters of each other.
Yet if one of them is attacked the other steps up to defend them.
Strange.
But it's been so many years that this thought Val has is pretty much the norm.
…Ignoring the scuffle between the two, the show They made was being played.
The Advisor after clearing their 'game' asked for their wish.
Sometimes Val isn't sure at times whether the blood on the advisor is theirs or just false.
But it is convincing seeing bits of flesh prior stay on the hands.
Or is it just more blood that's coagulated?
Val can't tell. After all, they are a combatant. Not a forensic person.
Though the wish was never revealed in full, it seems to have been appropriate.
…Appropriate for Them is very broad.
The "Assistant" for one.
"Hah! I win!"
"Pt! Not..! Yet!"
"Oh little brother. So weak. So pathetic."
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!!!!!!!!!"
"W-What is this power?!?!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
…It seems this building won't last longer in the sea of rubble.
Val softly sighed silently.
By that, nothing came out. No noise.
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List of Goobers I thought of putting in the grinder
Derrek\Selena
Argon ia hehehaw
That one blind man (Azen from W.P)
Some people from V.D?
Departments..?
Which one havent I used…
Veselok (from A.U)
The guides
Rando execs
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
More Hunted personnel?
Random people from here?
Some slavs cuz why not
I'll write more names as I go along I guess
(Incoherent paper to MY EYES ONLY see it, and rip out your eyes.)
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"Move it!"
"I'm… trying…!"
"Less trying, more doing!"
The removal of useless debris was going smoothly.
…Some slackers watched TV instead of working.
However, that is… fine.
Tey finds it rather annoying though.
Moving towards the TV, Tey found what was broadcasted to be Their show.
"...No wonder."
The Guarded Cards, widely regarded as the crazy wild department of armed groups compared to Valorie Division and the others, are similar to ancient knights in spirit.
…Only in spirit.
"Hm."
Pride fills their heart, zealotry fills their mind.
"Hey break time!"
"Oh finally…"
This department focuses more on chaos. But also balances their individualism of each member by forming a battalion sized force represented by their name.
Gauntlet is one of those.
Divided into two.
Regardless of that, they watched the show.
Several hours later and back to work they were.
Still thinking of the prize.
Tey felt something was off. He didn't really care about that, but the "Assistants" book.
A nagging feeling couldn't leave his mind.
"Where do I put this!"
"Over there dumbfuck!"
"Got it!"
It was as if he'd seen it before.
Yet it keeps slipping his mind.
Was it during the meeting before the take over? Then it doesn't make sense as the "Assistant" wasn't there.
Maybe they were, and maybe they just hid in the shadows.
"Tey, there's bodies!"
"Just throw them at those glass wielding bastards!"
The subordinate laughed lightly.
"Sure."
Back to–
Tey then remembered.
"Shit that's fucked up." Tey laughed heartily. "God their faces as they prayed."
He couldn't keep himself from laughing.
"Remembered something funny?"
"Hahaha! I did!"
The scene from before was just unbelievably funny.
— —
Personal.
It's very personal.
Ohh it isn't?
Well.
Does it matter?
Each thought that drifts through the mind, reforming itself, bad or good, represents something.
Though I'm not sure how to categorize Them, others are at a reasonable level.
Emotion is fickle.
Very so.
A candle that melts with a flame that flickers from place to place.
"How is that supposed to…"
Listen first.
An executive is one for a reason.
Chosen.
By default there is something… interesting about them.
The one seen, is…
A good word.
Enigmatic.
How much? Only They know.