[If Ogata the Cat is snooping around, he won't find Guy anywhere in HellMart after the doxxing of the killers. But wandering around the castle through the portal will show that a suit of armor has been knocked over in a fury, the helmet bashed into a wall.
Up on the fourth floor, the lounge door has been left open, where Guy sits at the counter with a half-filled glass and a bottle of booze, mulling over it with his dusty blonde dog ears tucked back in obvious irritation... and that doesn't shoft much when he spots Ogata out of his peripheral.
He'll tuck the entire glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, exhaling sharply.]
Enjoy the show down there, or are you going to use that eye of yours for some more choice insults? [He is. Not in a good mood. Hi, Ogata.]
[Ogata thinks to himself that the better show is clearly up here, with whatever terrible mood mr calm and rational Guy Cecil is in, but decides not to say so. Instead he just offers a short laugh. He pads softly into the room, still keeping his distance from Guy and not sitting down just yet as he glances from Guy to survey the room as a whole as he talks.]
The real show will be if and when we get out of here. If they really think they get to confess and be absolved when their victims don’t have a voice, they’re all far stupider than they look.
I don’t know if we’ll get a say though... I imagine they’ll say “but we didn’t mean for you to be accused of our crimes!” [Another laugh.] Unless you don’t plan to listen to excuses?
[Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go ape shitt?]
I heard enough. If they want to grovel, they can do it elsewhere. At least Shinobu was as honest as she could be.
[It's clipped and tinged with a slight disgust. Boy! Wow! Sure do love having your life being a cog in someone else's machine!
He reaches for the bottle and pours just a little more into his glass, a mouthful at best.]
Everyone's going to be more focused on that pink bastard anyway. I doubt they expect any apologies to reach ears that want to listen. Can't say I want to hear it, if it sounds like what they just tried.
[Guy's having that sort of sulk, is he. That might be fun to watch, though Ogata figures he can't just hunker down for the slow spiral if he doesn't drink as well. So he trots over, picking up the bottle Guy's drinking, but as soon as he sniffs the contents he makes a face and puts it back down. Crazy westerners and their ridiculous alcohols.
He wanders over to the bar, picking the first bottle that seems at all trustworthy, a bottle of plum soju, though he's not terribly familiar, it just seems pleasant and smells nice when he cracks it open. And then he slinks back over before taking a seat on a couch next to Guy's, pouring his chosen drink into another glass.]
So what, you're fed up but you're not going to do anything about it? What about if we survive killing the snake? Surely you'll have a chance then. [Sips his drink because he knows how to drink responsibly.]
[Sometimes you just don't want to drink responsibly for once and just turn off your brain for uno second!!!]
Not much I can do right now even if I wanted to, and what happens with the snake relies on a lot of maybes and guesswork. Even if we lure this thing out and destroy it, that doesn't mean we get reunited. We might just get snapped right back to where we're supposed to be, just as suddenly as we got here. Who knows.
[He'll tilt his glass, watching the liquor swirl.]
What would you expect me to do? Hit someone over the head with another rock?
[Another sip. Hm, he hadn't considered that. How pointless would this all be if they killed the snake just for him to return home to the last moment he remembers. Would he retain his memory of everything that happened here? Or would it all be gone like it never even happened?
He doesn't know which is worse, knowing that he would probably end up dead the minute after when Sugimoto caught up to them. The thought of forgetting everything is terrible simply on its own, but the idea of remembering everything and being unable to so anything about it... He frowns and takes another large sip, finishing what's in his glass and pouring more.]
Figures. Seems sadistic enough to fit your bill. I'm not in the mood to get mobbed for a second time, thanks.
[He'll take a long drink from his own glass before continuing. God the urge to just fill the entire glass and down it is INTENSE but he knows better.]
If they had wanted to make amends, they would have by now. Their rules aside, some sure as hell tried harder than others to show that this whole charade was the last thing they wanted. I don't have an issue with those ones.
It's the rest that I think are getting off a little easier than they should. Offering lipservice for retribution while guarding each other from anyone that wants said retribution, all while spewing that slaughtering over a dozen people was for the good of the whole?
Under that logic, our lives were fodder. They better be willing to live with that blood on their hands rather than coming up with any more excuses.
[It's petty, and he knows it's petty. But he could care less about what they could and couldn't do and the agony of their roles, given how some of them had acted the entire time, both in and out of the trials.]
It seems a lot like war to me. We were fodder back then too, told that what we're doing is just. And that makes it ok for us to kill, all of a sudden? As if the other side isn't being told to think the same thing. And for what? We didn't get anything for it, just a bunch of dead comrades and glory for the men who didn't even fight themselves. I'm tired of it, really. People should just kill each other and not make up a bunch of excuses. [A probably unsurprising hot take from Ogata. He takes another sip and fixes Guy with an impassive expression.]
[Oof... we don't got time to unpack that shit all at once, Ogata...]
Not really, no. But I guess there's enough similarities.
To fight for the sake of combat is different. I'm no soldier, so I can't say how similar or not my experience might be. But when you willingly go into combat, regardless of whether it's right or wrong, you fight and you kill because staying alive is a priority. Those that want to stay alive keep themselves alive, whether that's through bloodshed or manipulation or just running off.
Very few fight just for the sake of killing, and even fewer kill without any purpose at all. You have to have pretty twisted reasoning to just not to give a damn. [Yes, Ogata, he remember what your dad told you. Shh.]
These aren't soldiers fighting a war. These are people with a gun held to their head for someone else's amusement. They say they acted for the good of everyone, that they had no choice, but all I see is a bunch of people who were scared to die, and rather than making choices that helped lead us in a direction of understanding, they just acted on their own fear. They picked off people they knew would prove to be easier kills or unlikeable, they covered their tracks and lied for one another, and they did nothing when other people were killed in retaliation.
For "good" or not, it was nothing but self serving, and to speak like they can have it both ways is stupid as hell.
[Ogata's quiet for another long moment as he considers Guy's words. They make sense, he supposes. A lot of things that Guy says do. It's almost annoying, actually, because he feels like the angles they're coming from aren't the same at all.]
So are you mad that they just acted out of fear instead of being strategic or just that they talked as if that wasn't the case? [He's just trying to get a read on what we're drinking ourselves into a stupor for here, man.]
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WEEK SIX - MONDAY
Up on the fourth floor, the lounge door has been left open, where Guy sits at the counter with a half-filled glass and a bottle of booze, mulling over it with his dusty blonde dog ears tucked back in obvious irritation... and that doesn't shoft much when he spots Ogata out of his peripheral.
He'll tuck the entire glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, exhaling sharply.]
Enjoy the show down there, or are you going to use that eye of yours for some more choice insults? [He is. Not in a good mood. Hi, Ogata.]
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The real show will be if and when we get out of here. If they really think they get to confess and be absolved when their victims don’t have a voice, they’re all far stupider than they look.
I don’t know if we’ll get a say though... I imagine they’ll say “but we didn’t mean for you to be accused of our crimes!” [Another laugh.] Unless you don’t plan to listen to excuses?
[Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go ape shitt?]
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[It's clipped and tinged with a slight disgust. Boy! Wow! Sure do love having your life being a cog in someone else's machine!
He reaches for the bottle and pours just a little more into his glass, a mouthful at best.]
Everyone's going to be more focused on that pink bastard anyway. I doubt they expect any apologies to reach ears that want to listen. Can't say I want to hear it, if it sounds like what they just tried.
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He wanders over to the bar, picking the first bottle that seems at all trustworthy, a bottle of plum soju, though he's not terribly familiar, it just seems pleasant and smells nice when he cracks it open. And then he slinks back over before taking a seat on a couch next to Guy's, pouring his chosen drink into another glass.]
So what, you're fed up but you're not going to do anything about it? What about if we survive killing the snake? Surely you'll have a chance then.
[Sips his drink because he knows how to drink responsibly.]
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Not much I can do right now even if I wanted to, and what happens with the snake relies on a lot of maybes and guesswork. Even if we lure this thing out and destroy it, that doesn't mean we get reunited. We might just get snapped right back to where we're supposed to be, just as suddenly as we got here. Who knows.
[He'll tilt his glass, watching the liquor swirl.]
What would you expect me to do? Hit someone over the head with another rock?
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He doesn't know which is worse, knowing that he would probably end up dead the minute after when Sugimoto caught up to them. The thought of forgetting everything is terrible simply on its own, but the idea of remembering everything and being unable to so anything about it... He frowns and takes another large sip, finishing what's in his glass and pouring more.]
You could. That might be fun to watch.
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Figures. Seems sadistic enough to fit your bill. I'm not in the mood to get mobbed for a second time, thanks.
[He'll take a long drink from his own glass before continuing. God the urge to just fill the entire glass and down it is INTENSE but he knows better.]
If they had wanted to make amends, they would have by now. Their rules aside, some sure as hell tried harder than others to show that this whole charade was the last thing they wanted. I don't have an issue with those ones.
It's the rest that I think are getting off a little easier than they should. Offering lipservice for retribution while guarding each other from anyone that wants said retribution, all while spewing that slaughtering over a dozen people was for the good of the whole?
Under that logic, our lives were fodder. They better be willing to live with that blood on their hands rather than coming up with any more excuses.
[It's petty, and he knows it's petty. But he could care less about what they could and couldn't do and the agony of their roles, given how some of them had acted the entire time, both in and out of the trials.]
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It seems a lot like war to me. We were fodder back then too, told that what we're doing is just. And that makes it ok for us to kill, all of a sudden? As if the other side isn't being told to think the same thing. And for what? We didn't get anything for it, just a bunch of dead comrades and glory for the men who didn't even fight themselves. I'm tired of it, really. People should just kill each other and not make up a bunch of excuses.
[A probably unsurprising hot take from Ogata. He takes another sip and fixes Guy with an impassive expression.]
Or is that not what you meant?
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Not really, no. But I guess there's enough similarities.
To fight for the sake of combat is different. I'm no soldier, so I can't say how similar or not my experience might be. But when you willingly go into combat, regardless of whether it's right or wrong, you fight and you kill because staying alive is a priority. Those that want to stay alive keep themselves alive, whether that's through bloodshed or manipulation or just running off.
Very few fight just for the sake of killing, and even fewer kill without any purpose at all. You have to have pretty twisted reasoning to just not to give a damn. [Yes, Ogata, he remember what your dad told you. Shh.]
These aren't soldiers fighting a war. These are people with a gun held to their head for someone else's amusement. They say they acted for the good of everyone, that they had no choice, but all I see is a bunch of people who were scared to die, and rather than making choices that helped lead us in a direction of understanding, they just acted on their own fear. They picked off people they knew would prove to be easier kills or unlikeable, they covered their tracks and lied for one another, and they did nothing when other people were killed in retaliation.
For "good" or not, it was nothing but self serving, and to speak like they can have it both ways is stupid as hell.
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So are you mad that they just acted out of fear instead of being strategic or just that they talked as if that wasn't the case?
[He's just trying to get a read on what we're drinking ourselves into a stupor for here, man.]