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((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[soul_sister]

[There's a frown as she rubs her forehead, but she decides not to press it. She simply sits down next to her bunk and half sprawls back onto the mattress.]

It's just a stupid night, all the way around, huh?

[overclocking]

... Yeah. Completely.

[ He considers asking whether she's alright, or whether she wants to talk about it, but instead- holds up the cards still clutched in his hand. ]

How about a game?

[soul_sister]

[She doesn't sit up, but she lifts one arm into a raised thumbs up.]

I'd like that.

[overclocking]

[ Chrono flicks the light off on his tablet (casts the room into proper darkness, and he's grateful for eyesight acclimated to darkness and depths) and gathers up the pile of cards. It's only a moment or two before he lands lightly on the floor beside her, forgoing the ladder entirely, and settles on the end of her bed.

He flicks the light of his tablet back on, angled away from the other beds so as to not disturb Flynn, and spreads the cards over the tousled bedspread. ]

Your pick.

[soul_sister]

[She twists to face him, knees tucked under the bed and chin on the mattress.]

Hmmm.

War this time?

[overclocking]

Sure. Figures you'd pick one that's based on luck.

[ Still, he shuffles the deck and begins splitting it. ]

[soul_sister]

You should thank me for not making you think about strategy this late at night.

[She pulls her half towards her and slips off the first card, laying down a five.]

[overclocking]

You don't even know what time it is.

[ Lays down an ace, smugly, and collects her five. ]

[soul_sister]

It's time for you to start losing!

[FLIPS DOWN A NINE!!!]

[overclocking]

[ Rises to the challenge! Slams down a—

... three. ]



............. [ SHOVES IT AT HER. ]

[soul_sister]

[She picks it up with smug glee.]

The cards love me most.

[And throws down a three....]

[overclocking]

[ Quirks an eyebrow as he puts down a five, and collects her three.

... It's an empty-feeling victory. ]

The louder you say it, the less it's true.

[soul_sister]

....

A single setback doesn't prove anything.


[Sets down a seven]

[overclocking]

[ He puts down another five, and frowns as it doesn't do him any favors this time around. ]

Cockiness in battle is a weakness.

[soul_sister]

[She puts down a ten as if it was a the last word.]

Tell me more~

[overclocking]

[ Puts down a ten.

... Raises a single ironic eyebrow. ]

I'd love to. But are you sure this is a battle you can handle?

[soul_sister]

[She flips three cards down, face down, and then the last and final....... she .... doesn't put down.]

Hmm.

You have a last chance to surrender. Because I like you.

[overclocking]

[ Chrono does likewise, then pauses, holding the final card to his chest. ]

It's like you to worry about others, when you're the one who's actually in danger.

[soul_sister]

[She puts down her Jack with a luxurious flourish, even a bit of a flutter in her hands.]

You can't say I didn't try to offer you mercy.

[overclocking]

[ The battle-weary soldier, meanwhile, places his Queen with no such ostentatiousness. Just the sombre acceptance of the inevitable, necessary brutalities of war. ]

Your otherworldly kindness will be remembered.

[soul_sister]

....................


HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

[overclocking]

Humility.

[soul_sister]

[No.]



No.


[HAVE A PILLOW. IN YOUR FACE.]

[overclocking]

[ POW! Headshot.

He pulls the pillow off of his face, sitting up from the sprawl it sent him into, and launches it right back. ]

And now you're a sore loser on top of everything else!

[soul_sister]

[FWUMP!]

WHO SAID I LOST!

[Launches it back at him... a distraction for the tackle, scattering cards everywhere.]