( oh, it’s not necessarily that makoto thinks that he can’t do it. he tends to assume that the average guest in this resort is far more physically (or magically, or otherwise supernaturally) capable than he is, near-powerless demon as he yet remains. it’s more that it… just wouldn’t really matter. as far as he knows about those strange creatures, they’re merely a symptom of the disease that roots at the heart of this place. he isn’t even really sure if the maintenance level or its myriad passages would lead a hopeful expeditioner like bakugou anywhere useful—it might just take him further into the belly of the beast. )
Started?
( he raises an eyebrow. )
There were people here as “guests” even when we arrived, even ones who seem to have been here long-term. There’s even a previous winner of the game still here in the resort, and… well, he talks like he’s been here a long time.
( makoto merely musters a fragile smile for bakugou at that question. hasn’t he figured out that there’s always a hierarchy, no matter where you go? some are just more obvious about it than others. the golden peacock’s rankings were similar enough to the hierarchy he had seen in hell, but even when he had been alive on earth, there had been a pecking order. wealth, fame, blood, education, status… it seems like a natural state of mankind, to try to figure out where they are among others. who is “above” them, and who is “beneath.”)
It’s just part of the game, I think. ( is how he decides to answer, though.
the last question is harder, because, honestly, ) I haven’t been able to figure that out, myself. ( he breathes a small sigh, as if frustrated. ) I’m not sure if they’ve been brought here like all the guests or if they’re… something else. All I know is that getting information out of them is basically impossible. You’d be better off trying to get answers out of the walls. Or—one of them.
( he indicates one of the gull-headed lifeguards, some distance away. probably menacing some poor newcomer or lower-ranked guest. makoto has been maintaining a wide berth between himself and them for that reason. )
no subject
Started?
( he raises an eyebrow. )
There were people here as “guests” even when we arrived, even ones who seem to have been here long-term. There’s even a previous winner of the game still here in the resort, and… well, he talks like he’s been here a long time.
( makoto merely musters a fragile smile for bakugou at that question. hasn’t he figured out that there’s always a hierarchy, no matter where you go? some are just more obvious about it than others. the golden peacock’s rankings were similar enough to the hierarchy he had seen in hell, but even when he had been alive on earth, there had been a pecking order. wealth, fame, blood, education, status… it seems like a natural state of mankind, to try to figure out where they are among others. who is “above” them, and who is “beneath.” )
It’s just part of the game, I think. ( is how he decides to answer, though.
the last question is harder, because, honestly, ) I haven’t been able to figure that out, myself. ( he breathes a small sigh, as if frustrated. ) I’m not sure if they’ve been brought here like all the guests or if they’re… something else. All I know is that getting information out of them is basically impossible. You’d be better off trying to get answers out of the walls. Or—one of them.
( he indicates one of the gull-headed lifeguards, some distance away. probably menacing some poor newcomer or lower-ranked guest. makoto has been maintaining a wide berth between himself and them for that reason. )