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Noel was somewhat surprised by the lack of the reaction to this display of sheer inhumanity. Then again, perhaps these infinites had been subjected to the despair for too long they had already forgotten what humanity looked like.  [color=897691]”You’re just as crazy as that dead bitch.”[/color] She murmured audibly enough towards Alice for everyone to hear. It was very much like the recon to jump on whatever the bear threw at her as a lifeline, even if it was full of inaccuracies. Then again, if she wasn’t going to follow up on her earlier threats, then her word was pretty much null and void. 
She shot Ice a murderous glance, one befitting a white knight trying to protect his crazy girlfriend, what else did she expect from a common street thug anyway? Afterwards, she snappily gave Braden a look of gratitude. Sometimes you got support from an angle you least expected.

They forgot one thing though. She was the writer of this game’s history. And Mercy had now already been relegated to the status of a demon. A lunatic. She would slander Alice’s friend’s name with an unholy vengeance. Mercy deserved it, anyway. And even if it was going to be her own death, she was going to make sure her story was going to reach the outside world. Even if it was after the entire killing game was over.

With that, she left for the rollercoaster, fuming.  Even though she caught that there were new infinites arriving, she wasn’t in a state where she could greet them properly. She simply retreated to her room for the night.

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Man, this was a clusterfuck. After the trial everything simply devolved into chaos.  He tried to give Davis the least of his attention. The only conquest he wanted to savour was beating his skull in. He looked worriedly at Krista. He wasn't sure whether to be  happy or sad for the girl. She had heard her brother was safe, but she did not look fine at all. He hadn't the time to devote to her at that point, as he was adressed otherwise. However, he hissed angrily at the robot. [color=D1c2bf]“We might share our namesake, but if you as much as touch me, I’ll be sure to turn you into scrap metal.”[/color] A crack appeared in his glasses. [color=red]”Got that, you wretched, miserable heap of rust. Perhaps you can threaten me once you [i]don’t[/i] need Davis to tell you to wipe your own ass before you do it. ”[/color]

He dropped his glasses on the floor, immediately changing them out for new ones. [color=D1c2bf]“…Thank you for cleaning my room, however, I do appreciate it. Excuse me.”[/color] Honestly, the robot hadn’t done anything wrong. He just had contained that flicker of anger far too long, and the robot said just the wrong thing to get the brunt of it. At least he was calm now. At least this nurse was good at anger therapy.

After having left the trial grounds, he was much like Daimyon intrigued by the sounds he heard. Familiar sounds, the sounds of new allies… or enemies? It was hard to tell these days. No, he had to stay optimistic! And surely, as they crossed the corner they stood face to face with two new faces. [color=D1c2bf]“Good evening. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Cyrus Brandon, the infinite politician.”[/color] He looked at them expectantly, friendly, awaiting their own introductions.