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Whatever.

[ good enough! ]

Well, I'll send her a message.

[ anyway she writes this extremely on-brand message and hits send. ]

[ she got a reply and she’s frowning. ]

Hm...

If I let her do that, she’ll pick something that’s not combat at all.

If you let her do what?

[ she frowns more. ]

She says as the challenged party she should get to dictate the type of challenge we compete in.

Which—sort of, insofar as she should be able to choose weapons, but I suspect she wants to make it a different competition entirely.

[Rolls her eyes. ]

I told you so. Why would you expect her to act any differently than she did last time?

It’s a bit tiresome of her. I know she challenged Griffin to a duel over what happened in that house.

Oh~? What did he do that he needed to answer for?

Er—lost his mind and killed both her and her dark-haired companion in an early round, I think.

Wow, hold on. So her death justifies her picking a fight, but mine is totally okay because she thinks I said something mean?

[Lashes her tail, giving a sharp bark of very, very unimpressed laughter. ]

Pff, really. Maybe this duel should be about her unit’s murder instead. I’d like to see her turn that down.

I mean, I helped kill her and her companion another time as well, and Harpy even beheaded her—

[ she cuts off, looking mildly downcast. ]

. . .

I meant her unit killing me. But, if that’s how she wants to be, let her know I’ll track down the creep that did it and deal with him myself. Since that obviously should be okay with her, right?

[This isn’t exactly helping, hearing some girl decided she deserved her death but getting all uppity about her own, she’s clearly angry. ]

I merely meant to say—I don't know why she got upset about that one and none of the others, either.

But, um. I think I can communicate that. Give me a moment.

[ she responds. ]

Well, we'll see what she says to that, I suppose.

[Crossing her arms. ]

Because that’s what people are like here. They pretend they’re all high and mighty, but they’re really just doing what they want.

So it’d be nice if you’d all stop telling me I’m wrong.

[ ding! ]

Oh, good, well. She asked where and when I'd like to meet.

But, ah. I'm really sorry people have been unkind. Honestly, what I remember best is being told that no one would look out for our team in a game like my first one, and then BARiTONES came through for us, so...

Good for you. What game was that?

[Disinterested, like she doesn't actually care about the answer.]

Ah, the protection one, where we all had to choose another unit to protect... with the exploding collars.

[ she's going to the points shop now to get herself a quarterstaff since that seems to be the weapon of choice. ]

[Right, okay, cool, "the protection one", whatever that means–– "with the exploding collars"––]

[. . . oh.]

[ ?????????????????????

did she

say something wrong

should she say something else??? ]

Um.

[Mmmmmm folds her ears back and curls her tail around herself, crossing one arm arm over to grip her other, guarded.]

What? Don't you have a duel to go set up, or something?

...mm, well, I just need to pick up a weapon from the points shop dropbox. We'll be in the park if you want to spectate.

What, so she can talk about me like I'm not there again? Pass.

[Read: will probably follow at a distance and spy.]

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