Asa Mitaka

[scrapdraught]

WAR

what is it good for

absolutely nothing

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[halved]

... To be honest, too many. There were about fifteen of us.

[on the other hand, asa's face has gone a little blank. vacant. the bad thoughts can't catch her if she refuses to process them in the first place. ]

But Cloud wasn't there last night. I don't know where he came from.

[scrapdraught]

That's because he was at the Haunted House. I was there too. So were his, uh. Two friends.

[Inseparable lot. Less so now.]

At least the place is big enough for everyone. I don't know how the hell the magic works to keep any of us from noticing the place falling down around our ears, much less miss a murder.

[halved]

[ah... man, poor yuffie. she nods, knowing who she means.]

Forget about just noticing things. I don't understand how we weren't burnt to death overnight.

[scrapdraught]

That's what I meant by falling apart. [she offers her a wan smile, brief as a blink.]

Small blessing, in a way. I don't think I could handle losing fifteen at once.

[halved]

... Yeah.

I'm glad most of us survived the fire, but I don't know if it's better or worse that the cult wants to kill us slowly.