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What the hell's goin' on here?!

[He is so beyond pissed right now. He's seated outside, from the looks of things, against a brick wall with a sword peaking out against his back, and another cradled protectively in his lap.

His Devil Bringer keeps the katana steady as he practically glares into his... bracelet.]

And I better not get that same stupid little speech from before. I’m supposed to live here? [He laughs a bitter, sarcastic laugh.] If you think I'm just gonna accept that, then you've got another thing coming!

[Threats aside, his glare lightens up a little after a moment, the biting edge in his tone softening just a tad.]

Kyrie, if you can hear this, I need you to tell me where you are...

[Icy blue eyes avert their gaze, focusing briefly on the now clenched fist of his non-human right hand, before the feed cuts.]

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[It's totally real, fear it.]

You're not givin' me much to work with, pal.

[departing]

[Crying inwardly.]

You can call me Shu.

[WHAT IS HE SAYING.

HE IS TOO DISTRACTED BY NERO'S SWORD TO THINK PROPERLY

OH NO]

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[Yeah that's right, you better be scared little man.

But he stares, confused, at the name exchange, since he didn't ask for it.]

Nero. [Might as well...] Now, you got anything I can actually use here?

[departing]

[Sobs.

Well, for one Shu didn't like being called "pal" out of no where so he kind of gave it out on impulse. What was he thinking?]

No, nothing.

[He feels useless. That's a lame response and he knows it but...]

We'll figure something out.

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[He sighs rather heavily, and moves to cradle his head in his hand, sword now held up on his shoulder.]

You're damn right we will.

[departing]

I have a question for you. I mean, you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

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Dunno if I'll have an answer, but whatever.

[He shrugs.] Ask away.

[departing]

Did you see that lady earlier? The one with the letter.

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Unfortunately... why?

[departing]

She told you which house you were in.

You should know.

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[He pauses for a moment, his answer for once blunt.]

... Thor. [But then he snorts.] Like I care, anyway.

[departing]

You don't care about it..? Really...?

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Do you?

[departing]

They say someone's housing depends on their personality traits so there has to be some reason.

Some reason... why we're placed where we are.

Um....[GOOD LORD NERO TERRIFIES HIM.]

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So now we're being sorted by personality? That's annoying.

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.]

[departing]

I think so too.

I wish they'd just leave us alone.