Welcome to the Program

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Good Morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the cafeteria in exactly one hour.

[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.

Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]

Comments

[lmafo]

[ And then there's this asshole. ]

And who says that's not a cute-ass visual metaphor for me being the champion of corruption?

[playthedamncard]

[Please.] There aren't any other visual metaphors in any of the other profiles. It reads more like an error than something deliberate.

[lmafo]

I could corrupt hells of kinds of data if I wanted to. But no, I don't think that's what it is, either. I'm the Champion of Nothing. Like the concept, I got mad skills elsewise.

[playthedamncard]

[He narrows his eyes, trying to determine if she's making shit up to sound cool or what.] To entertain the idea for a brief moment: what would being a Champion of the concept of nothing entail? Do you make things cease to exist?

[lmafo]

Apparently I can make things stop not existing? Look, man, I'm new to the Voidy thing.

[playthedamncard]

[Okay, so that's...not making shit up. Huh.] You make things reappear after they disappear like a magician?

[lmafo]

[ ... ]

Yes. I am a wizard.

[playthedamncard]

[If he prayed to any gods, he'd be praying for some strength right about now. Obelisk, give him strength?] And I'm just a poor schoolboy.

[lmafo]

[ your large spiky blue man cant save you here kaiba ]

Aw, it's okay. I hear there's good money in selling newspapers.

[ A wink. ]

[playthedamncard]

[just wait until he dramatically pulls the impossible out of the dirt through the power of friendship magitech aaaaaaand he's walking away now. That was fast.] Why do I even bother...

[lmafo]

Whoah, "Champion of Denial" was right. Hang on, I gotta ask you something before you dramatically leave!

[playthedamncard]

[It'd be more dramatic if he had his fwhooshy coat. Despite his better judgement, he at least stops. He doesn't turn his head enough to actually look at her, but it's acknowledgement, which is better than nothing.]

[lmafo]

How does a person actually dislike friendship?

[playthedamncard]

When it gets in the way and doesn't serve your purposes.

[He does still believe, mostly, that acting alone and by himself is the best course of action. Hell, he'd doubled down on that idea during Battle City, even during the finals. But what Yuugi (or...the Other Yuugi) had said to him, what he'd shown him?

Maybe he could acknowledge that there was something to be said for it. In certain circumstances. For certain people. Was it friendship they had, anyway? Or merely a rivalry that was occasionally friendly?

He hadn't bothered trying to have friends since the orphanage. So fuck if he's going to change his stance on the whole ordeal out loud to these strangers.]

How does someone like funerals?

[lmafo]

holy shit

[ But okay, no, he asked her something in return. Uh... hm, how to answer that one. ]

That one's weird to me too, but... I guess I've always kinda wanted to do one? I don't wanna go out killin anyone so I can funeralize them, duh, but I like the idea of celebrating instead of just sittin around cryin alone.

[playthedamncard]

It seems to me it's better to get it over with as quickly as possible and move on, not wasting time lingering on it.

[lmafo]

[ She shrugs. ]

I mean I think funerals are for exactly moving on, but you know. You do you, buddy.

[playthedamncard]

[Have a shrug in kind.] Besides, some peoples' lives aren't worth celebrating.

[lmafo]

... Yeah, I'm not about to argue that one.