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

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[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.]

[overclocking]

Wait! Don—

[ His perfunctory protest dies with his face's second collision with the pillow, and then again as they both go soaring off the bed. ]

[soul_sister]

I win!

[She rather perfunctorily sits on him.]

The cards have spoken.

[overclocking]

We were playing cards not wrestling! Get off!

[ JABS HER IN THE SIDE. ]

You're heavy!

[soul_sister]

OW!

Not until you admit defeat.

[YOU KNOW WHAT? You know what? Lets stop this retaliation right here. GOING FOR HIS SIDES.]