The Grizzly's Sin of Sloth, Fairy King Harlequin (
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video; un: king
[Although the video is intentional, King clearly doesn't have much experience with a camera, let alone one contained in a pinkie ring. The video tops out at King's nose and is mostly taken up by his uniform. Behind him are the familiar halls that house everyone's rooms. As he floats down the halls like it's the normal thing to do, he addresses his audience.]
The dungeons... were where new arrivals found themselves during the exam. Including me. [A short pause, punctuated by King's frown.] Has anyone else been down there since the exam ended? I've been trying to memorize as much of the layout of Oska as I can; I don't want to be surprised like that again. But there's one room in the dungeons that doesn't make sense. Even beyond everything else.
[He sighs as he turns a corner, approaching the door to his own room. The video adjusts somewhat, revealing perplexed eyes.]
It's full of nothing but mirrors that don't reflect what's in front of them. They reflect just about everything else though. I swear I even saw... [King shakes his head.] If anyone has knowledge regarding this room, I'd like to hear it.
Honestly, an entire room filled with so much of the same thing... What's the point? It's like someone's trying to create a bad atmosphere.
[By now, King's pushing open the door to his temporary living quarters. Only, what greets him isn't the same old decor as everyone else's rooms. It's a room filled to the brim with cushions. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of cushions. Just cushions. Nothing useful, nothing helpful, nothing of any material value. Just cushions... and Ban.
King's already troubled expression turns ice cold. Ban just waves drunkenly.
Before the obvious culprit can open his mouth, the view of the camera shifts, and a sudden arm movement leaves the screen blurry. When the view steadies itself, it's just in time for everyone watching to witness an ornate spear fly straight through Ban's chest. Blood splatters, but King's already returned his attention to the video.]
That's all I wanted to know.
[As King fiddles with the ring in an attempt to end this lovely discourse, one last grumble can be heard. But this time, it's Ban's voice.]
Is that any way to greet a comrade? You're gonna get bloooood~ on the cushions!
I don't care. I'm not the one who's gonna clean this up.
[Click.]
The dungeons... were where new arrivals found themselves during the exam. Including me. [A short pause, punctuated by King's frown.] Has anyone else been down there since the exam ended? I've been trying to memorize as much of the layout of Oska as I can; I don't want to be surprised like that again. But there's one room in the dungeons that doesn't make sense. Even beyond everything else.
[He sighs as he turns a corner, approaching the door to his own room. The video adjusts somewhat, revealing perplexed eyes.]
It's full of nothing but mirrors that don't reflect what's in front of them. They reflect just about everything else though. I swear I even saw... [King shakes his head.] If anyone has knowledge regarding this room, I'd like to hear it.
Honestly, an entire room filled with so much of the same thing... What's the point? It's like someone's trying to create a bad atmosphere.
[By now, King's pushing open the door to his temporary living quarters. Only, what greets him isn't the same old decor as everyone else's rooms. It's a room filled to the brim with cushions. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of cushions. Just cushions. Nothing useful, nothing helpful, nothing of any material value. Just cushions... and Ban.
King's already troubled expression turns ice cold. Ban just waves drunkenly.
Before the obvious culprit can open his mouth, the view of the camera shifts, and a sudden arm movement leaves the screen blurry. When the view steadies itself, it's just in time for everyone watching to witness an ornate spear fly straight through Ban's chest. Blood splatters, but King's already returned his attention to the video.]
That's all I wanted to know.
[As King fiddles with the ring in an attempt to end this lovely discourse, one last grumble can be heard. But this time, it's Ban's voice.]
Is that any way to greet a comrade? You're gonna get bloooood~ on the cushions!
I don't care. I'm not the one who's gonna clean this up.
[Click.]
Re: video;
[THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE... ]
video;
[Somehow, the blood stopped. It came with the territory of everything repairing itself as quickly as the spear wiggled around.]
Kiiiing~. [He called, off to the side.]
Get this thing outta me! My buddy's gettin' nervous~.
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If he doesn't like looking at you, he doesn't have to. I don't like looking at you all the time either.
[Nonetheless, Chastiefol promptly drills its way backward out of Ban's chest, recreating the fountain of blood.]
Besides, if you want respect, you have to give it first.
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Who's talkin' about respect, King-Baby?
[The savage grin he wore was proof--that was King's new formal address.]
It's just my buddy being weirded out!
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Th... Thank you for... taking that back out, King...
[ The "baby" part remains left off this time, as he's trying to be a little serious while suppressing the urge to throw up. ]
You're okay, right Ban?
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He manages this by simply not addressing Ban at all.]
Ban should be the one thanking you. He's not winning any favors with me.
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[Ban threw a pillow at King and threw himself back into the pile of pillows, his own jewel lighting up to respond in video, rather than keeping himself in the back of King's feed.]
Don't use that rude, nonchalant voice with him, alriiiight~? Papyrus deserves better treatment than that.
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[He knows the other is probably okay. But he always acts so unflappable!! He wants to make sure!]
And it's alright! We're friends too! I met him in a dungeon. The second best place to meet new friends!
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I'm fiiine. [He lifted the jewel to show his bare chest--where blood was absolutely absent from him. His chest was closed up and healed. There wasn't any hint he had ever been injured.]
Seeee~? It isn't like I could be killed.
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But it still hurt, didn't it?
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Does it matter~?
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Yeah, that was why Papyrus was his friend.]
Well, there's no point in worrying youuuu~.
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i just realized his icon says nyeh heh .......
there. you found my love
im so touched...
C:
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[Which might be a shock to King that Ban actually Has Friends.]
Do you two know each other...??
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...Uh, yeah. We're... We worked together.
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[Papyrus knows Ban well enough now to embarrass him from afar. One will discover this is a talent of his.]
Please take care of him without so much blood next time!!
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[Well, if anyone besides Meliodas could befriend Ban, it'd be this guy. King has a feeling Papyrus could befriend anyone. Perhaps even against their will.]
I'll think about it. Maybe after he sleeps it off, he won't be so insufferable.
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[Is Ban drunk, because Papyrus can't tell, having pretty much only known Ban drunk. ]
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[Okay, no. But basically yes.]
I mean the alcohol. He thinks even less about other people when he's drunk. It's a huge pain.
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I'll just have to close off the kitchens.
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But I am very sure that isn't going to stop him.
Regardless! It isn't hurting anyone if he drinks, is it? And he seems less sad when he does, so I think we should just let him!
[ This is probably not the best advice. ]
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