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post-grad ayako on the dream smp
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Ayako graduates.

There are details; there are compacts and negotiations, alliances and allies; there are plans and the carrying out of plans. But she leads Kyoto, with one of the juniors acting as second in command, throughout her senior year, and she tutors her underclassmen in politics and poetry-writing and makes sure that the younger alchemists learn how to make Adderall, and when graduation rolls around she leaves the enclave in Asami's capable hands and she hugs her sophomores and freshmen and she graduates with a team by her side-- gets all but one of them out-- and when she gets through the gates and falls back home she collapses not into her parents' arms but into Hitomi's.

They have healers waiting. Despite how extensive her burns are, it's barely a week of recuperation before it looks like she'd never been injured. Rin and Hitomi hover, a little bit; it feels strange to have people hovering, after spending a year the head of Kyoto, but not unwelcome.

Haruto died, Rin tells her gently, when she's okay enough to be walking around again and asks to see him. That year's freshmen hadn't come in with the news, it hadn't been in the graduation hall, he'd bled out on the Kyoto floor before the healing could kick in, and then the next year it hadn't parsed as news anymore and they'd forgotten it needed to be sent. Rin apologizes and Ayako tells her it's okay, it isn't anyone's fault, and means it, but. It's been a long time since Ayako grieved and she's not sure she remembers how, if she ever knew.

She learns how to use a computer. She'd never touched one before the scholomance-- some enclaves do that on purpose, to make sure their kids aren't stranded without a phone when they get in; in Kyoto they just hadn't had time-- and the keyboard layout is nonsensical but she figures it out, at this point she's spell-competent in seven languages with four different alphabets and she can apply herself to a nonsensical letter layout. She emails Sebastian's parents to tell them that their son is dead, not for lack of skill or lack of allies but just for lack of luck, and that he'll be grieved by those who stood with him, even though she's not totally sure she knows how to shape herself so that it's true.

And then.... nothing happens.

Usually there'd be an endless stream of classes and homework and projects and negotiations and graduation planning and tutoring her underclassmen and politics and trying to keep yourself sane and human and not burn out. And instead, nothing happens. Her graduation allies' contracts with Kyoto to be sponsored into other enclaves are being handled by the adults whose job it is to handle that. Her underclassmen are still in the Scholomance.

She tries auditing a university class, just to have something to do, but it feels like being surrounded by aliens, all of these people who think using a cell phone comes as naturally as breathing and are surprised when it doesn't to her and who don't bother to scan rooms before they sit down. The classwork moves at what feels like a snail's pace, after Scholomance classes where she was writing a paper almost every day, which might in a different world be nice but in this one means she's not even getting the thing she was after. Twice she has to lie about having been raised in a cult to cover up the fact that she barely knows what the internet is. Someone asks her if she knows how intimidating she is and-- she supposes she is intimidating, when she thinks about it. Her underclassmen hadn't thought so but maybe her peers had? Or maybe that's the strangeness, that nobody out here carries themself like a soldier.

So she stops taking that class. She'd met people from it, had offered to meet up with a few of them in coffee shops to study, but they don't keep in touch. Instead she wanders around Kyoto, sees all the things she'd been too busy to see when she was younger, reminds herself firmly and constantly that the crowds are protective, except then someone tries to grope her on a train and before she can stop to think about it he's on the floor and she's not even out of breath and everyone is staring at her, like she's the alien, like she's the one who doesn't make any sense. Someone makes noises about the police but she's out the door at the next stop and running.

Ayako stays in the enclave after that, mostly. It doesn't help with feeling like she's supposed to be doing something but at least she isn't trying to live in a world where she's supposed to have spent her teenage years doing-- whatever it is teenage girls do when they aren't in the scholomance.

Until--

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She lands in a forest. There are cobblestone-and-wood walls and some strange red on-fire substance scattered around. (It's not a very good wall; with some jumping around she could get over it, and if she looks around, there's a hole in it.)

Her phone buzzes. She is, apparently, now in a group chat.

<Purpled> yooo

<Tubbo_> o/

<HBomb94> WELCOME

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<Ayako> Hi???

<Ayako> Whst just happenwd

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Before she gets an answer, someone stabs her from behind with a trident.

She wakes up in the same place, totally fine and intact. The stabbing barely even hurt. The person who did it is walking away; he's got black hair, white goggles, and blue-white armor. There's a nameplate over his head, labeling him GeorgeNotFound. Her phone has new messages.

Ayako was slain by GeorgeNotFound using [Try Dent]

<GeorgeNotFound> ez

<GeorgeNotFound> loser

<Ranboo> uhhhhhhh

<Ranboo> welcome to the dream smp

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FUCK she'd gotten used to not having to scan constantly apparently and--

Okay. Okay she can unlearn that and get back in the habit stop panicking STOP freaking out that's not adaptive it never has been it never will be and it especially will not be when there are people who will just fucking sTAB YOU-- no stop that's freaking out again--

She doesn't see the message from Ranboo for a few minutes because she's scanning the forest for movement, or shapes that are moving towards her rather than away, and she would be listening for sounds that aren't supposed to be in a forest except she has no idea what sounds are supposed to be in a forest because she's never been in one before.

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Well. It is much sooner than a few minutes--twenty-three seconds exactly--before she hears someone coming up behind her; he's got glowing purple armor and a glowing purple sword. And the intent to stab her.

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Yep nope glowing purple is conspicuous as hell and she has her knives on her and she's very fast. The sword connects with air and then there's a knife in his side.

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....He stops attacking, puts his sword away in a flash, and throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "--Whoa, I wasn't going to actually--are you okay?"

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NO I'M NOT OKAY SOMEONE JUST FUCKING STABBED ME WHERE EVEN AM I WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP MURDERING ME AND EXPECTING THAT TO BE FINE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE, except that even through a full-on shaking-and-hyperventilating panic attack Ayako has more diplomatic training than that, and instead what she says (without pausing to think about it; still shaking and hyperventilating) is "I'm fine. What, what was the meaning of that." 

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"Hey, hey, it's okay. Take a deep breath. It was just--it was just a joke, but you're clearly having a rough time right now, so. I'm going to take out my phone now, okay? I'm going to tell everyone not to hurt you." He talks slowly and calmly; he moves slowly and telegraphs his movements clearly when taking out his phone. "If you care a lot about not getting hurt we should probably head towards civilization and set you up with some torches. Phil might be able to help some, but we're, um, we're not on the best of terms right now, so I probably shouldn't be the one to ask him."

(Her phone buzzes some more.)

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Why's he talking like she's a scared kid-- the shaking is going down and she's, she's fine, lapses of judgement aside-- who the fuck stabs people as a joke-- 

"I. Am pretty sure I care the normal amount about not getting murdered?" 

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“It wasn’t canon, I wasn’t going to—murder you for real, you would have just. Respawned. Are you okay?”

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"I'm fine." It's even true, or mostly true, or not true at all but she's fine enough to function without doing stupid things that make her worse off if someone else decides to kill her, by now, which is close enough to being true that it counts. She still doesn't quite feel like she's getting enough air? But it's fine enough to count.

"I-- am used to a state of affairs in which death is always for real." 

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Sam doesn’t comment on her hyperventilation, but he still looks worried. “That’s—not true here. I mean, George killed you, and here you are. It’s only canon if someone’s trying, nobody would do that on your first day when you haven’t done anything. And even then you get three canon lives. Unless you’re Phil, I guess.

If anyone kills you for real you can come to me and I can put them in prison.”

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Ayako had theoretically noticed that she hadn't died when killed but she'd been too busy panicking to actually process it. Which is deeply embarrassing but it's FINE she's FINE everything is FINE.

She casts around for a different topic and lands on "I guess that's not a weirder way to do things than any other. Prison, huh, that's.... new."

 

Also she finally looks at her phone.

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"Yeah, we're--trying it. It's--going well, mostly."

<awesamdude> don't kill the new girl unless you want it to be canon

<awesamdude> also i will kill you

<JackManifoldTV> awwwwww but i was on my way

<JackManifoldTV> i NEVER get to kill people

<JackManifoldTV> why does this always happen to me

<Ranboo> because you're jack manifold

<TommyInnit> imagine being jack manifold. L

<Michaelmcchill> no im the new person

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She hasn't known any of these people long enough to be thinking about alliances but as of right now Sam has risen several levels in her estimation of who her allies are or might be, and Jack Manifold has fallen but not quite as far as George.

<Ayako> I'm the new personn

<Ayako> Thank you Sam

"Cool that you're trying it."

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“…Thank you. I agree.”

<Michaelmcchill> :(

<TommyInnit> VC2

<TommyInnit> VC2

<TommyInnit> VC2

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"...unrelatedly, what does VC2 mean." 

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"It's--a voice chat, you can join it on your phone--you see the three bars at the top left corner, you tap those, and there should be a list of voice chats you can join. VC2 is usually Tommy's."

(The group chat operates similarly to the mobile discord app, if Ayako is familiar with that; there's a text channel and 10 voice channels.)

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Ayako is familiar with Google, Google Maps, texting, and her phone camera, and could figure out phone calls if she had to. She has never in her life used discord mobile or otherwise. She... tries joining VC2? 

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“HELLO?”

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“…Hi.”

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"Hi. I had never touched a phone in my life until a few months ago and I'm not sure how this works. I'm Ayako." 

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“Oh my God a new person! —Was that weird, am I being weird—I’m Tubbo, it’s cool meeting you.”

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“I’m Ranboo. The, uh, the loud one’s Tommy.”

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“HEY. I AM NOT THE LOUD ONE YOU FUCKIN’ BLACK AND WHITE CHECKERBOARD PIECE OF SHIT.”

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“Yeah you are.”

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“YOU ARE ALL BULLYING ME.”

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...yeah, okay, this she can deal with.

"Hi Tommy. Hi Ranboo, hi Tubbo, I see what you mean by 'the loud one.'" 

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"Auuuuuuuugh this is terrible. I hate all of you forever. Please at least be younger than me, I hate being the youngest person on this fucking server, I deserve to win this."

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"Eighteen." 

(Eighteen and she's going to live to be nineteen, take that, world.) 

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Ranboo laughs. "Sorry, Tommy. --Um, for Ayako, we're all seventeen."

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"THE WORLD FUCKING HATES ME. I HATE THIS. I AM GOING TO PUNCH THE WORLD UNTIL IT GIVES ME SOMEONE WHO IS YOUNGER THAN ME."

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"I bet it takes him less than five minutes before he gets bored and gives up."

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"I am not taking that bet, no thank you, sorry."

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"Aw, fuck you. Ayako do not listen to them. I have decided that I hate them and you are my new best friend now."

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Man she'd kind of been expecting they were all fifteen at most. Seniors don't usually act like this.

...that was probably just her being an alien to people outside again, though. Seventeen year olds whose social lives don't double as life-or-death military alliances that are also sometimes international geopolitics might in fact act like that. 

"Gosh. I am honored to be your best friend but must confess I don't know much about what that entails." 

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"Well, his most recent project he had us all getting a bunch of stone. But mostly you just have to put up with him all the time."

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"Thanks, Tubbo."

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"Hey, chin up, big man. I meant it as a compliment, I mean, we've been friends for how long? And somehow I haven't been disqualified yet. Well. Except for just now, I suppose."

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"...I wouldn't disqualify you. That's--that's not how it works. 'S like with Wil. He's all fucked in the head now but he's still my brother." He considers. "You can be my best friend too. I guess. If you stop making fun of me."

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"Never happening, sorry. --Hey, Ayako, are you still at spawn, I can stop by and say hi. Maybe bully Ranboo into giving you some of his ludicrous amounts of wealth."

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Feelings are not for having in public and so she is just simply not going to have them there.

"If the place where you first are when you show up is spawn, then yes, I am still at spawn. Sam was going to take me towards civilization and set me up with torches except for how I have no idea what that means." 

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"--I was going to give you a stack of torches and find a building and then you put them in the building so that monsters don't show up at night. Mostly people don't bother to but you don't have any armor and you care a lot about dying. And, yes, you're still at spawn."

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And shortly a group of three teenagers will arrive! They are helpfully labeled. TommyInnit and Tubbo_ are roughly human-looking; Ranboo is eight feet tall, half black and half white, with red-and-green eyes, horns, and a tail. He's also got full glowing purple armor.

As far as the more human ones go, TommyInnit is over six feet tall, blond, and wearing the same blue-white armor that George had; Tubbo_ is about 5'6" and brunet, and beneath his glowing purple armor his skin looks to be pretty heavily covered with burn scars. TommyInnit takes his armor off and waves excitedly at Ayako, jumping up and down as he runs towards her.

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"— oh, wards. Yeah, I would appreciate that very much, thank you." 

Up close she's wearing... not armor, precisely, but her clothes have the kind of enchantments that mean that either you personally have money or your enclave is one of the big names, and her knives are even more enchanted than that.

"Hi," she says, and is quietly grateful for the helpful labels. 

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(Sam quietly hands her a stack of torches. They appear to be normal, nonmagical torches, just wood and fire. They go into her inventory, so she doesn’t have to find a place to put them or keep track of them.)

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“IS SAM BULLYING YOU, IF HE IS I WILL CALL HIM A WRONGUN UNTIL HE GOES AWAY.”

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"Sam's been great actually. Please do not bully Sam." 

(She's still scanning her whole line of sight every thirty seconds or so. Even if people have been told not to mess with her that's no guarantee they won't, and clearly she needs to get back into the habit regardless.) 

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“…Well if he’s been great then that’s alright then.”

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“Thank you Tommy, I do aspire to being alright so I’d say this is good news.”

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“Fuck yeah it is, I’m not just alright, I’m perfect. You should aspire to be more like me. And then you will improve.”

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"Will we now. In what ways will we improve." 

SOMETHING IS MOVING OVER THERE— it's the wind. Trees do that. She clamps down on her gut-level reaction before she can do more than tense up. Come on, Ayako, getting back in the habit of scanning your surroundings does not mean you need to freak out every time something moves—

"Also, uh, Sam mentioned monsters, any chance I can get more detail on those." 

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“There’s, uh, there’s skeletons, they like to shoot you with bows. There’s the fluffy green ones that look like Sam, that’s creepers, they follow you and explode, like bees but worse. There’re zombies, they’re also green. Lots of monsters are green I guess. And there’s spiders but I have a spider and it is not a monster it is my pet and it is named Shroud. …Dream isn’t a monster but also he sort of is. He is in jail though so he doesn’t matter.”

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“You forgot ravagers. And witches. And drowned. And endermen—”

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“I didn’t forget endermen I was having some fuckin’ respect for Ranboo over there. Prime, Tubbo. They don’t even hurt you as long as you’re polite.”

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Mals here can be... people? 

...she's not dealing with any of the implications of that. Maybe at some point but not right now. For now the important thing is that there's few enough you can list them off the top of your head and the objection will be 'you forgot these three' not 'why are you trying to list individual types'. She relaxes, marginally but visibly if you're watching. 

"Oh, good, polite I can do. I solemnly swear I do not stab except in self-defense." 

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“Also, um. Don’t make eye contact with them? They don’t like that at all. They’re, um, they’re taller than I am and all black and their eyes are purple. But if you don’t look them in the eye and don’t stab them you should be fine.” (Ranboo: has not been making eye contact with her the whole conversation.)

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"No stabbing unless I'm stabbed first, no eye contact, got it. That's... a lot simpler than the mals I'm used to, actually." 

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“Mals? Is that a, uh, another word for mobs? I don’t want to, um, make assumptions or anything.”

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"--oh, no, it's monsters. Maleficaria, is the thing it's short for.

...I guess it's not not a mob, given graduation? But mostly no." 

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“—Monsters are hostile mobs. Mob is just a word for—things that move around and probably aren’t people? I’ve never heard of maleficaria.”

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(Tommy and Tubbo have already gotten distracted doing parkour and chasing each other around the trees and walls, although they stay in earshot.)

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"Oh. I-- sorry, in the version of English I grew up with, a mob is a very very very large group of hostile people. Or sometimes not people, mals aren't people, but usually you'd use it to mean people. So, yes, apparently it's a kind of mob."

Scanning scanning. Doesn't look like anything's there that isn't supposed to be although the parkour keeps catching her attention just because it's motion.

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“Huh. —Most hostile mobs don’t like light, it’s why torches work to keep them away. And it’s why endermen tend to get classified with them even though they’re technically neutral mobs. Is it the same with mals?”

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"I don't think so, usually? They tend to stay in dark corners or drawers or things but that's not because they don't like light intrinsically, it's just, if they don't hide you'll kill them before they can eat you. Light does not keep them away when you're sleeping." 

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“That’s different here, then.”

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“Wait, you graduated? What’d you graduate from? Like, a school?” (He asks this as if it would be unusual if the answer was yes.)

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Ayako debates, for a moment, how honest to be.

She doesn't want the rest of her life to be like that college course she audited, full of aliens who she can never tell them are alien to her.

But there are reasons, excellent reasons, that people don't generally talk about magic. And-- they'll be aliens regardless, in this strange new world where death is temporary and forests are safe to exist in.

 

"...yeah, a school," she says. "Kind of a weird one, but, you know, still fundamentally a school, classes and homework and midterms and whatnot."

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“Huh. Weird.”

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"What, uh, did you guys do from ages fourteen to eighteen, I don't know that I've ever known someone who just noped out of the whole enterprise." Or could do so without dying. 

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“Uh, I didn’t really do much of anything until I was sixteen? Then, uh, fought in a war, worked as a spy, fought in another war, was President for a while, fought in a war again. Wow. That’s, uh, a lot of wars when I say it like that.”

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"I admit I am really not sure how you would even fit that many wars into one year."

Pause.

"...I guess we had an almost-war that lasted a weekend but, crucially, it did not at any point become an actual war, just a series of very tense conversations." 

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“Mostly they’re just, like, a day? After the first couple hours you kind of already know who won and then it’s like, what’s even the point. Except the disc war, I guess. So maybe it depends what you’re fighting about.”

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So it's not the kind of thing that leaves everyone dead and things you desperately needed destroyed over the course of months, and also not the kind of thing that involves armies invading and protracted military campaigns over the course of years, which is all of the understandings of how war can work she's got. 

God, she misses knowing the rules.

"Huh. --wait, president of what?"

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“…A crater, now.”

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“L’Manberg. Best country in the world, baby.” He pounds his chest a few times for emphasis and then gives a salute. 

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...

 

......

 

So he's not, really, talking about it the way she'd expect someone who ran Tokyo before the firebombing or Nagasaki before, well, to talk about it. But also, what. 

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“…I can show you, if you’d like?”

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"...sure. I'd like that." 

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Then she can be led to, well, a crater. It's large and deep; if she fell into it, she would die (although not permanently).

Above it is an overgrown obsidian grid.

Along the edges, there are the semi-recognizable ruins of a couple buildings.

Across it stretches a wooden bridge; there are a couple small flags, hanging from the lampposts.

At the bottom is a pool of water, in which a much larger flag has been... placed? constructed? 

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Tubbo squints at one of the ruined buildings before pointing to it. It's lacking a roof, but it's got more walls than most of them, and stairs, and some sort of central structure. "That was the apiary Ranboo and I built. Kind of surprised any of it survived, to be quite honest with you."

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She runs her fingers along the stone. "It's so... green."

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“Yeah. It’s pretty nice, I think. At first the crater was real ugly, I’m gonna be honest. Nature reclaims, I guess.”

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"Guess it does. I-- wouldn't know." 

Wow, she's off her game. Which is to be expected and she's not beating herself up about it but, like, still. "What was L'manberg like?" 

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“It was fucking awesome. There was fuckin’— we were a family, and we told Dream fuck you, bitch! and it didn’t matter that we didn’t always have much because we had each other.”

(In the background, Ranboo’s body language becomes even more scrunched-up, somehow. He picks up some grass and puts it down a meter to the right, a motion that is surprisingly fluid for how alien it is.)

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...well, she'll file that away to poke at later. Maybe when she knows more than a thing and a half about Ranboo's deal. "A country that's also a family, huh?" 

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"Yeah. Wilbur started it."