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"Of course not," he said, amusement clear in his tone. After all, why would he? An apathetic front often proved to be advantageous.
A tiny chuckle. “Expected as much.” After all—C7 usually smiled only if she’d narrowly escaped death in a mission, or had successfully completed a mission—or if she was extremely pleased.
He would need them? What was that supposed to mean? Was there enemies of some sort he needed to be worried about? Grimm, perhaps? It seemed almost ridiculous — even in death, he couldn’t get away from the fighting. He took a moment to consider his circumstances before deciding to pose his own question.
"Why will I need to be able to fight?"
He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he kept his priorities in line. First things first, he had to know what, exactly, he would supposedly be up against. Anything else he needed to know could come later.
She looks up. Should she tell Ren the truth? There was no reason not to, and he might as well know. Besides, he might be a valuable asset to the SSS—anyway, he looked fit enough, and there was no reason to let a good fighter go to waste. So C7 stands up, dusts herself off, and meets the taller male’s gaze evenly.
"Ah, well, you see…" How should she phrase this? C7 was terrible with words. "Er…there are these…monsters…? Anyway, we call them Shadows. Since we are real human souls in a midst of, ah, fake people—those we call NPCs—the Shadows’ aim is to turn us into NPCs, mindless creatures wandering the school." She pauses. "We do compare this world to…" What was it that Yuzuru brought up from the modern world? Ah, yes. "Video games."
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Handmade Daggers - ”Panzerstecher” Dagger
- Original dated late 16th century
- Culture: German
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What an odd question for her to asked, he mused. He was still trying to get over the fact that he was dead, and suddenly she asked if he was capable of combat. He wondered if he needed to be to survive in the Afterlife. Thankfully, if he did need to be capable of fighting to survive, he had little to worry about.
"Um— yes, I do. Why do you ask?" He decided not to elaborate much on his combat skills. He was still on-edge, and therefore somewhat distrustful of the girl before him. Not that he had much reason to be — so far, she’d been nothing but helpful. Still, he couldn’t help but be suspicious as to her intentions.
"Oh. Well, that’s good. You’ll need them."
Another long silence fell between them, and while C7 desperately wanted to do something—clean her blades, count her shuriken, fight the Shadows—anything, really, but she must not break her concentration—what if Otonashi showed her up again. That’d be unspeakable.
C7 could tell that Ren still didn’t trust her—hell, she wouldn’t trust herself either—she did look a tad conspicuous. Oh well, couldn’t be helped.
As the silence goes on, C7 simply sits down in the grass, still balancing her supplies on her fingers, then used her free hand to retrieve one of her blades and clean it on her shirttail.