[ Please kill her, but she smiles brightly. It's both satisfying to watch the chocolate break in its wrapper and to be applauded for it. Her ego is too much.
She gestures at Yuri to pick up his weapon of choice. ]
yuri will pick up a couple of "weapons" himself. he kind of wants to opt for the baseball back himself, given that it looks smoother to use, but for the sake of variety, he'll eventually pick up a tennis racquet and give it a practice swing or two.
[ well, he has something with more surface area to bat the bars with, and bat them he does! the chocolate sails through the air and smacks into the control panel of one of the treadmills. the belt below starts whirring slowly, catching the chocolate as it falls, crumbled and pathetic, to the rubber surface below.
slowly, it rolls its way along the treadmill, only to come to its final, broken, resting place on the ground at the end of the treadmill.
Now, now. I think we can reserve the hate for just this brand only. Not sure I want to be depriving myself of chocolate entirely just because of this weekend.
[ he wanders over and nudges one of the chocolate bars with his foot. ]
Although maybe I’ll lay off it for a little while anyway.
You think? I would've thought you could express that on any day. Imagine being that person who only ever tells their partner they love them on one day of year?
[ what's consumerism, medb, yuri doesn't get it. ]
... If they see it as like a birthday or something, maybe I can see the excitement?
[ he makes a waving motion with his tennis racquet. his turn. ]
You can, but not everyone has the courage to, you know, so they build up to that day. But yeah, you can kind of say it's like a birthday but for love and romance.
You can buy gifts for your lover on that day, too.
[ She also hasn't experienced much consumerism or marketing for it either. Servants have to use special chocolate? Looks bleakly at f/go lore.
She picks up two chocolate bars and tosses them at him in succession. Two for the price of one!
[ oh right memshare week. but they were having so much fun and getting rid of so much anger batting around toblerones. ]
[ well. yuri can't wrap his head around the idea of a day just for chocolate and romance, so he'll just focus on batting the chocolates out of the air instead. one is batted into the door, which rattles violently from the force of it all.
the second one, well--- he's mid bat when a memory (7:23 to 9:21) plays instead. enjoy it medb and also ara.
the toblerone will fly in an arc and thud into the ground by medb's feet -- a little off direction from where yuri was trying to aim it thanks to invasion of the memory. ]
[ tch if you hadn't said where the toblerone was going, i would have had it hit medb in the face
Medb blinks slowly as she comes out of that memory and looks at Yuri with some new understanding. She recalls one of their past conversations and how he avoided addressing her questions. ]
You're really sweet, Yuri. Do you have that notebook with you?
[ hey, what's in the notebook is a secret at least. maybe he's been rating medb's assets out of 10? ]
It's not like we can help or change things for the dead once they're gone. As far as I know, it's just me that benefits from writing their names. [ fateverse what are you ]
Sure, they're dead, but emotions remain, don't you think? Memories remain. What's wrong if it benefits you? Why are saying being selfish is so wrong when all of us are here for some selfish reason?
[ Even if a wish can be selfless, they can only reach it bey being selfish. That's the name of indulgence. ]
What, a challenge to try and unlock my secrets? You can always try, Medb.
[ looks into the distance i never know what's happening at any given moment, ara. ]
...
[ he just laughs. ] It's my little reminder to myself. Don't forget the dead, even if they don't know or benefit from it. But don't forget it's a selfish reason, and maybe try and avoid being in that situation again.
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[ She's ready!
She smashes it down instead of away, coming at like a downward slice of a sword than a bat. There is a very audible crack of chocolate breaking. ]
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[ oh
that's satisfying even just to watch. he applauds the masterful batsword work. ]
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[ Please kill her, but she smiles brightly. It's both satisfying to watch the chocolate break in its wrapper and to be applauded for it. Her ego is too much.
She gestures at Yuri to pick up his weapon of choice. ]
You, next.
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[ he doesn't sound like he's mocking? hm?
yuri will pick up a couple of "weapons" himself. he kind of wants to opt for the baseball back himself, given that it looks smoother to use, but for the sake of variety, he'll eventually pick up a tennis racquet and give it a practice swing or two.
...
yeah, this'll do. ]
Ready when you are.
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Here we go!
[ Time to make a game out of this. Medb throws up some chocolate bars and bats them his way. Her accuracy is okay but not great.
She's not a baseball girl. ]
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...
[ well, he has something with more surface area to bat the bars with, and bat them he does! the chocolate sails through the air and smacks into the control panel of one of the treadmills. the belt below starts whirring slowly, catching the chocolate as it falls, crumbled and pathetic, to the rubber surface below.
slowly, it rolls its way along the treadmill, only to come to its final, broken, resting place on the ground at the end of the treadmill.
an f in the tag for the chocolate. ]
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Oh! Nice shot!
[ Medb raises her arm in a cheer. Very nice. She appreciates that satisfying end to chocolate. ]
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yuri swings the racquet onto his shoulders with a grin. ]
I cannot believe had satisfying that was.
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[ That's the power of murdergames. ]
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[ he wanders over and nudges one of the chocolate bars with his foot. ]
Although maybe I’ll lay off it for a little while anyway.
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[ She wrinkles her nose. ]
Valentine's Day wouldn't be complete without it.
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... Sorry, what's a Valentine's Day?
[ time to yeet the treat, smack it medb. ]
Some sort of religious thing?
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she slams the chocolate through the air. it crunches against the wall to the left of yuri’s head. ]
It’s a holiday for lovers! The mood is quite romantic, and you give chocolate to the ones you love to show your feelings.
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...
You need a day for that?
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[ Obviously. Well, maybe not obviously, but she doesn't need a holiday to pursue anyone, but a day dedicated to love can be exciting. ]
I can do that any day, but it's something a lot of people look forward to.
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[ what's consumerism, medb, yuri doesn't get it. ]
... If they see it as like a birthday or something, maybe I can see the excitement?
[ he makes a waving motion with his tennis racquet. his turn. ]
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You can buy gifts for your lover on that day, too.
[ She also hasn't experienced much consumerism or marketing for it either. Servants have to use special chocolate? Looks bleakly at f/go lore.
She picks up two chocolate bars and tosses them at him in succession. Two for the price of one!
BECKS GIVE ME A MEMORY ]
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[ well. yuri can't wrap his head around the idea of a day just for chocolate and romance, so he'll just focus on batting the chocolates out of the air instead. one is batted into the door, which rattles violently from the force of it all.
the second one, well--- he's mid bat when a memory (7:23 to 9:21) plays instead. enjoy it medb and also ara.
the toblerone will fly in an arc and thud into the ground by medb's feet -- a little off direction from where yuri was trying to aim it thanks to invasion of the memory. ]
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Medb blinks slowly as she comes out of that memory and looks at Yuri with some new understanding. She recalls one of their past conversations and how he avoided addressing her questions. ]
You're really sweet, Yuri. Do you have that notebook with you?
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hm. ]
... Maybe I do, maybe I do. [ smile. ] It's all just a selfish little bit of comfort for the living, anyway.
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[ When his profile says he has a notebook. Not that Medb remembers that, probably. ]
The dead like to be remembered, too. Even if you don't know what happens to them after, I can tell you that the thought is appreciated.
[ It's the only reason she can be here right now. ]
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[ hey, what's in the notebook is a secret at least. maybe he's been rating medb's assets out of 10? ]
It's not like we can help or change things for the dead once they're gone. As far as I know, it's just me that benefits from writing their names. [ fateverse what are you ]
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[ And she's not above taking it.
but also, looks at yuri and luca? hello? ]
Sure, they're dead, but emotions remain, don't you think? Memories remain. What's wrong if it benefits you? Why are saying being selfish is so wrong when all of us are here for some selfish reason?
[ Even if a wish can be selfless, they can only reach it bey being selfish. That's the name of indulgence. ]
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[ looks into the distance i never know what's happening at any given moment, ara. ]
...
[ he just laughs. ] It's my little reminder to myself. Don't forget the dead, even if they don't know or benefit from it. But don't forget it's a selfish reason, and maybe try and avoid being in that situation again.
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Save them, rather than mourn them. If you can.
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[ don't lie to me, becks. looks at your past crimes.
Her smile is small but soft. ]
That's poignant, and I don't disagree with it. Save who you can when you can. You regret the things you don't do more than the things you do.
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