Democratic Oath [MAFIA WIN]

God. I was actually just talking with someone the other day about how I used to call you Tetsuya-sensei-sensei.

I CLAIM THIS PAGETOP FOR AMERICA

C☆r3 wrote:

Cure wrote:WAIT, ARE WE STILL WEIRD TWINS IN THIS GAME, T<3TSUYA? RASEI SEEMS TO THINK SO

WELL

WE'RE NOT WEIRD.

This is apparently permanent now.

idk how comfortable I am pseudo-incestuously hitting on you for the rest of my life on this forum.

Rasei blinked, then frowned.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Cure. You two look a lot alike, so I forgot that you two aren't really siblings. Feel free to flirt non-incestuously all you like."

She turn to the other quiet person, and poke them.

"Lux, you are usually very talkative. Are you badly injured?"

Rasei wrote:"I'm sorry, Doctor Cure. You two look a lot alike, so I forgot that you two aren't really siblings. Feel free to flirt non-incestuously all you like."

oh my god

Cure wrote:

C☆r3 wrote:

Cure wrote:WAIT, ARE WE STILL WEIRD TWINS IN THIS GAME, T<3TSUYA? RASEI SEEMS TO THINK SO

WELL

WE'RE NOT WEIRD.

This is apparently permanent now.

idk how comfortable I am pseudo-incestuously hitting on you for the rest of my life on this forum.

"On this forum"

Rasei wrote:"I'm sorry, Doctor Cure. You two look a lot alike, so I forgot that you two aren't really siblings. Feel free to flirt non-incestuously all you like."

WE DIDN'T NEED PERMISSION. WE'RE M

WE'RE MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS.

OR AT LEAST WE PLAY THEM ON TV.

Kiyoko wrote:God. I was actually just talking with someone the other day about how I used to call you Tetsuya-sensei-sensei.

My credentials go way back, this is proof. Make way for the most senior and also only double-doctor.

Dr. Andahl shivered and woke. "Oh! It looks like the new sedative is a success!"

He looked down at his hands. "And my fingerprints are about 20% less changed this time. Fantastic!"

Andahl looked around at his twin-like peers and muttered to himself. "Looks like my mild aphrodisiac background powder was a relative success as well. Just look at those two flirt non-incestuously..."

Hold on. Something seemed wrong....

"Now what do we have here, hmm? You all have that 'Someone has died of unnatural causes' look again... I'll go prepare some preventative measures..."

Cure wrote:FOR THE RECORD I'M NOT GOING TO FLIRT WITH HIM INCESTUOUSLY OR OTHERWISE

For the record this is a lie she'll likely forget by tomorrow.

Kiyoko wrote:

Look, even Kiyo knows it.

WHATEVER THEY'RE SAYING IT'S NOT TRUE

Rasei blinks her eyes at Cure. She had a funny feeling if she dies tonight, it would be Cure's fault.

Rasei wrote:Rasei blinks her eyes at Cure. She had a funny feeling if she dies tonight, it would be Cure's fault.

Don't worry

I'm qualified.

Not in what you might want if you're injured, but

Qualified.

If you want some baskets weaved underwater I'm your man.

The rattling, nattering, unpleasant sound of bullets ricocheting, rebounding, and cascading across the broad hallways, stairwells, and medical rooms occupied or otherwise... generally didn't bother, interest, or, frankly, as it could be said, at all concern or vex Luxaria in the least of which.

But her charts did.

So she danced her fingers across the keyboard and tapped out a short sequence. She moved the cursor to a new field.

Click.

A few more key presses.

Click.

Shifted about in her chair.

Click, click.

Absent of mind, or perhaps too full of mind, she grabbed at her cup, which was empty, or it should have been if it was there, which it was not.

"Who took my cup?" she asked. But that was rhetorical; no one was in this lab. This lab was completely empty, because it was a Tuesday. No one comes in here on a Tuesday, they're too busy, unless to make charts. Which are essential to mostly everything.

So she turned to redress her audience that did not exist, but they did, and there were many of them, unfortunately, and they were sort of too exciting.

"When did you--"

But the lights flickered in response to a fresh hail of gunfire from somewhere, wherever that was. And her computer turned off, the fading afterimage of her charts on the black screen winking at her with rebellion as it dissipated.

"But those took hours," she said. And her cup was still empty. Missing, whichever.

WHY ME?