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Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Text
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

Apparently many people on the Fleet seem to be suffering from sadness. I have come up with some suitable solutions for you.

One: Crying. (This works for many)
Two: Drinking. (I'm less sure of this)
Three: Cuddling.

These usually work from what I've seen of people with . . . feelings. Hopefully you will all recover soon.

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[Don't make him type.]

You missed option number four: fightin'.

[ Fair enough. ]

Fighting is what I do all the time. I don't know how much it helps when you're upset.

[Honestly it's for the preservation of her sanity.]

Fighting's what I do, too, but punching someone in the face always makes me feel better. Or slashin' 'em, but you guys don't seem to have a lot of enemies runnin' around to kill.

So why're people all sad? Someone die?

People left. I hear it happens frequently.

[ Cara can understand it. Somewhat. She doesn't know enough people and even if she did, feeling sad does not come easily to her. ]

And I imagine many in the Fleet take issue with being punched.

What happens when they leave? It's not like they die, right?

[Wasn't the point of this place to go home? Now Doudanuki is confused.]

Eh, then punch someone not in the Fleet. I'm sure someone'd want to get their frustration out the ol'fashioned way.

They have morals. They wouldn't do it to someone who didn't deserve it.

[ And probably wouldn't seek out assholes to punch, like Cara would. ]

They go home, but they are still missed. People have a lot of feelings.

'm sure you could find someone here who deserved t'get punched.

[Even if it was just a light punch. Or a sparring round. Sparring was a good way to punch people without getting in trouble.]

Hn. Humans are weird, but I guess it's to be expected since their lifespans are so short.

What are you then?

A sword.

[He shifts and his armor clinks softly.]

A tsukumogami, to be specific. You know what that is?

I'm not familiar with it.

[ Which does spark her curiosity. ] Then you are a living weapon. Are you used?

Ah. [He's a little disappointed that she doesn't know. No one here seems to know though. He sighs and then runs a hand through his hair.]

Yeah, I use me. Or I did back home. Nowadays, not a lotta people use swords anymore so until I got summoned, I was outta use.

[ Oh. She makes a face. ]

That must be hard. It is difficult for a weapon when it is . . . retired.

Eh.

[He shrugs again.]

The price of peace. It's nice to be out and fightin' again, but that's the point of weapons, right? To end the era of war.

I . . . suppose. I've never known the fight to end.

Live long enough, you'll see it. I'm about six hundred years old now.

But that's why I miss it. Kinda wish I could fight here, too. It's borin' here.

I'm an acceptable fighter.

[ Which means she's good but for once, she's not bragging. ]

I can accommodate.

Sure, if you don't mind fightin' with a sword. Or fists.

[Wait. A beat.]

You ain't sad, are you?

Not particularly. Sadness is not an emotion I feel strongly for.

Well, aight then. If you wanna fight, I'm good to fight.

[He's always down to fight tbh.]

So you don't feel sadness, or you just don't like it?

I don't feel it. Not the way most do.

[Ugggggh emotions.]

Yeeeeah, that's confusin' to me. I only just learned about the whole "hunger" and "feelings" thing myself, so I dunno how most people feel 'em. What does it hurt you or something?

[Like..physically? Because he doesn't completely get what being human is like either. He just learned that when his stomach hurts, he has to eat. And when he gets hurts, he gets mad.]

[ They are THE WORST. ]

No. It's just something I'm accustomed to. We're not trained to feel that way.

Ah, so you feel it, but you learned not to, huh?

[That sounds useful, actually. It'd make being here a hell of a lot easier.]

Pretty interestin'. So what'd you do that got you to learn that sort of thing?

I didn't do anything. But we're raised on a very particular routine.

[ Lots of torture and murder. ]

Your people?

[Since he's assuming she's human, regardless of how emotionless she is.]

Swords don't get raised, we just get made. What routine'd you do?

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