hotel: jiji

[shaft]

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[shaft]

[ Looks between the two. ]

Not up to your standards?

[unsaid]

On the contrary, I simply wish it did not exist.

[shaft]

Too humble?

[unsaid]

Realistically speaking, I do not know if a National Treasure can be humble.

[like.

if he’s being honest, it is literally part of his personality that he’s kind of a big deal back home

that said]

… but I do not think I am fond of anything that implies I may be stationary, or stagnant.

[stuck in stone…]

How would you feel, if you saw a statue of yourself?

[shaft]

Pretty amazed that it hadn't been vandalized in some way, probably.

[unsaid]

[he laughs]

Oh, that as well.

Are you not a popular fellow? Or are those who adore you the type to have a mean streak too?

[shaft]

The former. [ he sighs! ] But that's an interesting way of thinking of a statue...

Do you not like photographs and paintings either?

[unsaid]

Oh? That is a surprise.

[or maybe not since jiji likes losers (no)]

Fufu... Photographs and paintings are also keepsakes of memory, are they not? I suppose I do not mind the sentimentality that they might mean for others...

But I rarely have need for snippets of the past.

[shaft]

Is your memory just that good?

[unsaid]

Hmm... Yes, I would say so.

Some swords forget... but I believe it is part my role to remember. Though I am only an old man with a collection of stories.

[shaft]

[ He smiles a little at that, but accepts the answer, looking back at the statue. ]

Have you tried getting rid of it?

[unsaid]

I have not.

[ . . . he tilts his head]

That would be rather amusing. Do you suppose we could break it?

[shaft]

... Do you want to try?

[unsaid]

[lol]

If questioned later, I will deny it.

[as he moves toward the statue,]

[shaft]

[ he watches, with baited breath ]

Don't worry, I'm not a snitch.

[unsaid]

Good, good.

[mikazuki will wander up to it and just reach out to pat his own marbled head,]

Farewell, Lune.

[and then shove the statue right off its resting place a moment later. statue jiji's head rolls poetically to claude's feet]

[shaft]

[ Claude just stares down at Munechika's severed stone head. ]

... If this turns out to be prophetic, I might regret this.

[unsaid]

Ha ha ha. I will leave a ghostly message for them to vote for another, once the trials come.

[like who? but he will descend and neatly begin to brush off his suit]

I believe myself a bit more difficult to defeat than stone - but perhaps that is inviting fate to prove me wrong.

[shaft]

I hope it doesn't. I'd miss the teatime conversations.

[ He picks up the head, trying to see if it is hollow.

But... no clues! ]

[unsaid]

[no clues.... mikazuki will step around the rubble, looking at it rather impassively despite it being

him]

I feel similarly.

Though this is less satisfying than I was hoping for... Too bad, too bad.

[shaft]

Maybe that's because you didn't loathe it as much as you thought you did?

[ holds the head toward him like it's a puppy ]

[unsaid]

[hm. his expression remains impassive.]

No, I do not think that is it.

Maybe it would have been more entertaining if we found a secret passageway underneath its feet. Or if it made a funny noise upon collapse.

[shaft]

... So it just wasn't theatrical enough for you?

[ honestly, he kind of gets it. ]

[unsaid]

[nods

he will feel slightly worse when he hears that kazu and bradley got jumped by statues]

Sadly not. But it was still a worthwhile venture.

[shaft]

[ He looks at the head. ]

So what was your role? As one of these hosts.