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[GreatWyrmGold]

"No, why am I here?"

[MrVoid]

"Well we don't know much about you, we've only been living in your head for about an hour.  As useful to us as you may be, you've been somewhat bland thus far.  You wouldn't happen to be a Blank would you?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Maybe?"

[MrVoid]

Are you sure that we can't just drive her insane like everyone else?
That wouldn't be helpful.  The shadow turns to Angel, Maybe as in you don't know or maybe as in you don't want to tell us?

[GreatWyrmGold]

"I don't know."

[kj1225]

"There was also the one with the card things."

[MrVoid]

"I don't know."

So she's either Blank, functionally Blank, or fucking with us.  We may have actually picked ourselves a winner here.
I can never tell when you are being bitchy, S.  Whatever the case, assuming you are Blank.  You are most likely on this ship because your keeper wanted to fill out the roster for your tournament.  As such, he most likely expects you to die.

"There was also the one with the card things."

"Yeah, him too."  His attention is rooted to the next match, which appears to be a free for all between two abnormally muscular men, a tallish woman, a little girl who seems to have been turned into a dragon and a giant blob of gel.  "What about you Kyle are you a betting man?"

[Kansa]

Someone was after her that much was certain and it didn't look like they would stop sending their messages until she came. Nervousness started to build up inside her, if she didn't come to them maybe they would come for her in the end. So she decided to take precautions, just in case they decided to take her by force. Ada looked around the room for any spare furniture and barricaded the door with it, now even if the people who were calling decided to come for her she would be safe.

[MrVoid]

After 30 minutes, Ada finds herself unusually tired for this time in the day.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"I don't know."

So she's either Blank, functionally Blank, or fucking with us.  We may have actually picked ourselves a winner here.
I can never tell when you are being bitchy, S.  Whatever the case, assuming you are Blank.  You are most likely on this ship because your keeper wanted to fill out the roster for your tournament.  As such, he most likely expects you to die.

"Oh."
Silence.
(Do they respond? If not, Angel has another question.)

[MrVoid]

"Any other questions?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

"What are you guys?"

[kj1225]

"Well, besides technically lacking the parts to be considered a man right now I suppose I'm good for a bet or two. Or however many it takes for me to lose or break even."
Kyle shrugs.

[MrVoid]

"What are you guys?"

"We represent the most sane members of those who have been trapped in the abyss, or maybe it's the least sane.  Depends on if you can actually say that regaining your capacity for sapient thought after being tortured for hundreds of years counts as sanity.  What you're seeing, as far as I can tell is your mental projection of us."  She, as Angel can now tell, does a bit of a twirl in the air.  This is rather pleasant actually, do you mind if we stay out for awhile?

"Well, besides technically lacking the parts to be considered a man right now I suppose I'm good for a bet or two. Or however many it takes for me to lose or break even."
Kyle shrugs.

"Hmm... you don't seem the type to have much money.  How about an answer for an answer?  If you can guess who succeeds in this round, I'll answer one of your questions, and if not you'll answer one of mine.  How does that sound?

[kj1225]

"Sure. I'm gonna bet on the blob. He seems like a solid choice."