emma & milla.

[nonbelligerent]

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week 3, saturday.

[nonbelligerent]

['sup. whenever milla can get away from her birderer babysitting duty, shess arranges a meeting, as agreed.]

Emma, the Crescent, Milla. Milla, the... Emma, you never did tell me what your role is called, did you?

[anyway tag as you please, shess might not even be saying much other than to chime in once a while so whoo.]

[foodbin]

—Right, sorry. It's Nova.

[She glances towards Shess.]

Did you tell her what it's for?

[nonbelligerent]

[he shakes his head.]

[foodbin]

Every week, I give Sol and Lune the name of a person here, and I get a bunch of information on them. Their element, who they've spoken with over the last week, and whether they have a role like you and I do.

[tothemaxwell]

Oh!

What a useful role.

I am honored to make your proper acquaintance, Emma. Has Shess filled you in on my own position?

[foodbin]

...Yeah. Gotta say, it sounds a lot rougher than mine.

[tothemaxwell]

Not at all. It is a position I am truly glad to be able to fill.

If anything, I am sad that it can truly only be used a total of once.

[nonbelligerent]

Death tends to work that way.

[tothemaxwell]

That it does.

Although sometimes, we get a second chance.

[foodbin]

It'd be nice if you could use it without risking yourself, that's all.

[But, hm.]

Once per week, or...?

[tothemaxwell]

Once per week, before dawn of each Tuesday. Although time typically stops as I discuss my choice.

There is no way to use such a power without putting myself or others at risk.

That is the price a protector must pay, and one I am happy to fulfill.

[foodbin]

Was it Lune who picked you, or Sol?

[tothemaxwell]

Lune.

And yourself?

[foodbin]

Sol. Lune picked Hisoka, but - I guess the role is just mine from now on.

[nonbelligerent]

Which is a relief, to be frank.

[foodbin]

Absolutely. I don't have to worry about him spreading anything we find out anymore.

[nonbelligerent]

Shirasu is still a concern, though.

[foodbin]

...Right. I'm not worried about him hurting me given the legs, but - he could still tell everyone.

[She sighs.]

[tothemaxwell]

We could certainly rip out his tongue. But that seems a bit over the top.

[foodbin]

Nah. He could still write it down.

[tothemaxwell]

Ha ha, was he that terrible at it? Or simply opaque?

In that case, am I correct in surmising that Four is a different role? The... item role, was it?

[foodbin]

...Not the item role.

[She glances towards Shess, questioning.]

[nonbelligerent]

[he just looks clueless??]

You were the ones who brought up Four having a protective role and a role partner. I merely assumed?

[tothemaxwell]

I am not aware of Four's special role towards anything.

Perhaps we can safely count her out? Or are we missing someone else?

[foodbin]

...No, she has one. I checked her the week before last. I'm just not sure what exactly that role is, or who she's partnered with if it isn't you.