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you gotta be so cold to make it in this world
[It's been exactly three weeks and three days since Yeager woke up in an unfamiliar location, surrounded by twenty-eight unfamiliar individuals and one very familiar face he'd really rather forget. Being here on his own would be preferable to being here with Alexei.
But somehow - against all odds - they've managed to play nice with one another for three weeks and three days. There have been three murders, three executions, and as of yesterday, three motives. Someone else will die at the end of the week and the cycle will repeat until they're all dead.
Yeager can't really say he cares all that much about the outcome. Dying hasn't scared him for a long time, after all.
The real killer here is boredom. The building they found themselves in prevents escape, but despite being laid-out like some kind of fancy manor (not like his, more like what he'd imagine the nobles of Zaphias to own) there isn't anything interesting to do here. He'd initially thought the first week was the worst, if only because they got a new floor the second week, but there hasn't been anything interesting on any of these floors.
(Never mind the question of "how big is this manor and why does it have so many floors", that's something he'd rather not think too much about. It doesn't really matter, does it?)
The most recent floor they've gotten access to is home to a gym and strangely an indoor garden of some sort; the others call it a "zen garden" and it held Yeager's attention for all of five minutes, which is probably a new record for any of the rooms on the new floors, sadly.
Needless to say, he's been very bored.
He doesn't bother heading up to the top floor today, instead he makes it up to the second before deciding the library's a good place to go. It's not that he has any interest in the books - he certainly doesn't - but it's still early and he's probably got a little while before Alexei comes in. Alexei surely will come in; the man practically lives here, after all. He's presumably done with his cataloguing and all that by now, but there are plenty of thick, boring books for him to study.
If Yeager's sense of time isn't completely screwed (and he's fairly sure it isn't), he's probably got a little less than an hour before all the clocks in the building chime, signaling the start of the day. That's more than enough time for him to rearrange the books. He doesn't move too many of them, of course! Just four of them, picked at random and moved to random places throughout the shelves. Once he's done with that, he selects one of the (many) murder mystery books and takes a seat, biding his time until Alexei shows up.
(It's not a terribly interesting book, but he can be patient when he needs to, and waiting for an hour or so really will be worth it. Surely this will get Alexei to do something with his face.)]
But somehow - against all odds - they've managed to play nice with one another for three weeks and three days. There have been three murders, three executions, and as of yesterday, three motives. Someone else will die at the end of the week and the cycle will repeat until they're all dead.
Yeager can't really say he cares all that much about the outcome. Dying hasn't scared him for a long time, after all.
The real killer here is boredom. The building they found themselves in prevents escape, but despite being laid-out like some kind of fancy manor (not like his, more like what he'd imagine the nobles of Zaphias to own) there isn't anything interesting to do here. He'd initially thought the first week was the worst, if only because they got a new floor the second week, but there hasn't been anything interesting on any of these floors.
(Never mind the question of "how big is this manor and why does it have so many floors", that's something he'd rather not think too much about. It doesn't really matter, does it?)
The most recent floor they've gotten access to is home to a gym and strangely an indoor garden of some sort; the others call it a "zen garden" and it held Yeager's attention for all of five minutes, which is probably a new record for any of the rooms on the new floors, sadly.
Needless to say, he's been very bored.
He doesn't bother heading up to the top floor today, instead he makes it up to the second before deciding the library's a good place to go. It's not that he has any interest in the books - he certainly doesn't - but it's still early and he's probably got a little while before Alexei comes in. Alexei surely will come in; the man practically lives here, after all. He's presumably done with his cataloguing and all that by now, but there are plenty of thick, boring books for him to study.
If Yeager's sense of time isn't completely screwed (and he's fairly sure it isn't), he's probably got a little less than an hour before all the clocks in the building chime, signaling the start of the day. That's more than enough time for him to rearrange the books. He doesn't move too many of them, of course! Just four of them, picked at random and moved to random places throughout the shelves. Once he's done with that, he selects one of the (many) murder mystery books and takes a seat, biding his time until Alexei shows up.
(It's not a terribly interesting book, but he can be patient when he needs to, and waiting for an hour or so really will be worth it. Surely this will get Alexei to do something with his face.)]
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I've already told you how this is going to end.
[It's straightforward and very blunt, though there's nothing harsh behind it. It's almost weirdly clinical, really.]
Nine or less people remaining. Two victors. One scapegoat.
What role you play in all of that doesn't matter to me.
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He doesn't really want to consider it seriously either, but it's wiped the smile off his face and he's left with a cold and calculating expression while he works out what he thinks of it.]
...Nine people, hmm? I suppose we'll see how things go when our numbers get that low.
[There's an edge to it that he can't quite get out of his voice, but it's not angry or upset or... anything, really. He's just coming down a bit harder on the words than he'd like.
It would be stupid not to consider it, after all.]
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[Just in case there was any doubt about that - he does mean it, when he says that. But...]
But there does come a time when pragmatism needs to take precedence. When it's no longer a matter of what one wants, but a matter of necessity.
When it's that easily won... I think that will be when it becomes necessary.
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[...]
Well, as boring as this place may be, I can certainly bide my time to see how things turn out. Perhaps something will happen before there are nine remaining. Perhaps things will go exactly as you've said. It'll be interesting either way.
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[He isn't interested in giving orders in that regard; whatever Yeager does, he does. He certainly could order him to wait, and to assist him once the group's numbers are low enough. But the fact of the matter is that he doesn't; it is what it is, really.]
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Sure, he can see why Alexei wouldn't. It's not like he has any way to force Yeager to cooperate here, and attempting it could result in Yeager deciding he'd rather not and either stabbing Alexei in the back or otherwise attempting to drag Alexei down with him. Really, it makes more sense for Alexei to leave him to his own decision, because the most likely one he'll come to on his own will benefit Alexei.
The only other options are wait around or attempt to move on his own earlier, and neither are ones Yeager is really interested in pursuing. It's almost a bit frustrating how predictable he can be.
But he shrugs it all off, as he always does.]
Oh, I will! There's still plenty of time left to see where things go!
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Of course. Assuming no one gets ambitious, that will be at least another seven weeks in this place.
[...
It's terrible, but if we're all going to die here, he's sort of hoping somebody gets ambitious and we're not going to just be picking each other off in pairs into fucking infinity.]
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[Maybe our captors will up the ante and pick more enticing incentives or something...]
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[The sharpness of that is a little offset by the fact that he doesn't know what to do with his face at that - that is possibly the worst thing he's found funny during his time here, please don't...]
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Oh yes, of course. Terribly tragic, that.
[He waves a hand to make it perfectly clear that he does not give a single fuck.]
We'll have two more to mourn later this week, so I wouldn't get too caught up on it now!
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[...Either no one's going to be dead, two people are going to be dead, or we're going to lose like eight in one go.]
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[Shrug!]
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Ah, but there's no use in speculating on it! I doubt it's likely, but if it does happen then we'll just have to find out what they'd do to us!
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[He's been hypervigilant since we woke up here.]
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[For as flippant as he is about the entire situation, he's also considered quite a few different scenarios; speculating is really all we can do right now, and it's worth it to consider some worst-case scenarios.]
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[Like on the one hand, prepared? On the other hand, probably weird and paranoid. What the hell.]
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[Definitely weird and paranoid!!]