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The round begins and 007n7 takes a moment to examine his surroundings. He spawned alone, near the ticket booths in the c00lcarnival. Not unusual but he prefers it when he has someone with him. He takes out his c00lgui and is about to update his clone movement type when someone is suddenly crashing into him.
His gui dissipates as they hit the wall and 007n7 smells the decaying flesh before he gets a look at his attacker. Before he has even a chance to pull away, Noli has a tight grasp on his wrists and holds him close to itself.
“Oh, 007n7! You need not run this time. I promise, I wouldn’t harm you if you stayed. I simply wish to talk! This little ‘game’ The Spectre has created is becoming rather repetitive, hm?”
007n7 tenses under Noli’s tight grip.
“Why would I trust anything you say?”
With a step back, Noli drops 007n7’s hands.
“I suppose I haven’t given you any reason to trust me, hm? I haven’t exactly been putting my greatest efforts into being trustworthy.”
“You haven’t.”
Noli ignores him.
“Well, why don’t you sit and relax anyways? Blox knows you could use a break. And I haven’t tried anything yet! What makes you so sure I will later?”
They await 007n7’s response, expectantly.
“I think I'll keep standing.”
“Hm. Fine then. If this may be the closest you’ll get to listening to me, in this universe or any other.”
“That’s. A tad bit…dramatic. You’re exaggerating.”
Noli crosses their arms over their chest.
“I am Noli. A God. Speaker of the Void. I don’t exaggerate. I speak nothing but truths.”
007n7 squints at them skeptically for a moment before responding.
“Well, that isn’t true.”
A loud cracking sound fills the space as Noli’s half mask changes from a grin to a frown.
“Of course it is! Dismissing me like this, my goodness. You always do this.”
“We’ve never had an interaction like this before.”
007n7 states flatly. Noli grabs back onto him, holding his tie, the way they tug making it tighten slightly.
“We don’t need to, Sev. You do it anyway.”
An awkward silence stretches out. Noli doesn’t have more to continue with and 007n7 doesn’t know with what to respond. As he stares at the deity holding him he sees a pin attached to Noli’s cloak. It’s circular, red, and the writing is messy.
“You have a team c00lkidd pin?”
Noli lets go of him and he stumbles back slightly. They look down at their pin.
“I do.”
“...You…get along with c00lkidd?”
Noli shrugs dismissively.
“He lives up to the name.”
007n7 almost begins to feel hopeful.
“Is- is he alright? How is he?”
“Ah, your son is well. What a lively child! I have been participating in his care since your inability to do so!”
Noli says it like they’re announcing a big achievement of theirs or they’re proving a point. 007n7 deflates and avoids looking at Noli’s mask in shame.
“...Thank you. For…For taking care of him. I guess.”
“Of course~” Noli purrs. “Anything for you.”
007n7 raises an eyebrow, forcing himself to look at Noli again at that. Noli catches their mistake and is quick to correct themself.
“Anything for him?”
007n7 slouches a tiny bit. The faint ticking of a clock begins. He checks the timer just for it to display that the round was almost over, with only 30 seconds remaining.
“It’s nearly finished.”
“Indeed it is. Only a few mere seconds left.”
“You… Didn’t actually try to… hurt… anyone really.”
Noli sounds almost offended.
“Why, of course I didn’t! I claimed I wouldn’t, didn’t I? What do you take me for?”
He almost opens his mouth to make some quip back but thinks the better of it.
“. . . Could you say hello to my son for me?”
“Very well. I suppose I can.”
“Thank you, Noli…”
The timer ticks down to 5.
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“Farewell, 007n7.”
And the round ends.