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[longlegs]

[ There's silence while Cellar checks uneven nails and bites her lower lip. Worried, still anxious about what their sudden loss means. ]

… Saber, where is she?

[ No real expectation that he'll have an answer, just … some fumbling attempt to ask for guidance. Reassurance from the mentor that never was. ]

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[she's quiet and he's listening too closely. the flick of a lighter can be heard, then a quick exhale. totally delusional but 100% confident:]

Look, just 'cause she's not here doesn't mean she's not here. She's probably watching us right now. I'm not worried.

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You really think so? [ Another pause. ] That she's been watching us the whole time?

[ That's been Cellar's belief from day one, anyway. Suddenly she's not that sure. ]

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[wait a minute-]

Am I hearing doubt in you, Cellar? I thought you knew better.

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[ —ack. ]

I mean— you've never felt any doubt? Ever?

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No. People fuck up all the time and I expect people to fuck up, but not Her.

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It's not really about her fucking up. [ Voice smaller, ] I don't think. It's just...

Sometimes I wonder if whatever's running this place is like her. Like, maybe she has cousins or something.

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Oh. [he clicks his tongue.] Huh.

[obviously not having thought in that direction at all, but very much accepting of it:]

Yeah, maybe. That doesn't mean anything, y'know? Just means we're here for a bit, then we'll be back, or maybe we won't. You got some loose ties or somethin' back home?

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You mean other than the contract? [ Irony in her voice now. (There's her family, friends — Great Dane, Wolf Spider, and so on...) Someone's coping. ] I dunno, at this point so much crazy shit has happened that I wouldn't be surprised if it's a not-Raíz also playing around, except this time we're the toys.

[ A deep sigh. ]

At least you're here.

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Same toys different circus. I think you know that we've always been the toys.

[but saber is already latching on to cellar considering that his company is comforting.]

I'll always be here for you.

[longlegs]

I prefer to think of us as... weapons! Makes us seem cooler.

[ And they will continue to be weapons throughout the month, kicking zombie ass. ]

Thanks, Saber. [ A pause. ] You're sure the drug-thing is okay?

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Ah-huh, weapons like us are toys for things like Raíz.

[doesn't stop them from being nearly unstoppable forces though.]

No, but I don't care. We're against zombie fuckasses and I'm not facin' them empty handed.

[longlegs]

... Point.

[ Not how she would've made the case, but. Point nonetheless. She wasn't going to need a whole lot of convincing, but in Great's absence, she's looking to Saber to be her guide into Probably Dangerous Ideas. Which is a dangerous idea in itself. #thatsirony ]

Ugh, I hate zombies. I'll take the ... what was it called? Temp V or whatever.

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[alert, chipper:]

Good! I can dose you up.

🎀

[longlegs]

Yes, please. [ Sigh! She wants her shadows baaaack. ] See you in a bit.