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[dedikated]

( There's a soft clearing of the throat before this post starts, as though the poster doesn't particularly enjoy doing this. But— )

Owe Hope some energy.

Need at least three people to tell me what brings them hope.

( This is, of course, all delivered in the most enthusiastic sounding tone you've ever heard.

... Kidding. It's about as dry as the desert they were in before this place. Monotone, flat and rough around the edges, no attempts made to sign off or offer anything more than that as she finishes the post. )

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[claritatis]

[He considers the wisdom of this. She will probably punch him in the arm later, but he decides on taking the risk. His answer is short, and to the point.]

You.

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[dedikated]

( Somewhere in Hadriel, Kate is pursing her lips and trying to push down the awkward mixture of emotions this message stirs. )

Get lost.

( That's gross, Ignis. )

[claritatis]

[He knows exactly how she'll react, and the message he gets back is no surprise. It has him smirking slightly at the desk he's occupying in the guard house.]

You don't mean that.

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[fogsong]

[ Excuse her. This is like... hilarious. It's made worse thinking about the fact that he may be being entirely serious and that's just... God, gross. Right on the network. For everyone to see. ]

L O L [ Sorry not sorry. She's such an adult ok. ]

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[dedikated]

( She's about to start up the recently quieted discussions about how to handle murders in the city because she's going to fucking murder her boyfriend. )

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[fogsong]

The vest I always wear. [ It takes her a long time to work up the courage to do this. She hates Hope, hates what he stands for, hates what he's associated with, but she doesn't hate Kate. She should try and help the woman where she can. ]

My dad, he gave it to me as an early birthday present. Our lives were shit, we barely had the money to scrape by, but he saved up... He saved up so much to get me this stupid vest. He was kidnapped that day and I went through hell and back in this vest to save him.

Every time I wear it, it... [ Her voice gets tight but, ugh, nope. She ignores her own discomfort and continues. ] It gives me hope that I can continue to handle whatever the fuck is thrown at me. It, uh, it gives me hope I'll see him again one day. [ And so she wears it every. single. day. Sometimes it's covered with a hoodie but it's always present. ]

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[dedikated]

( She doesn't hate Hope, but Kate can't say she'd have chosen to ask him to heal her if she'd had any other choice.

It's done now. And she's healthy again. And this price, all things said, isn't too bad. Certainly better than what Love asks, uh, ever.

But all of that said, it's Sharon's answer which tugs at a deep-down part of Kate's heart, brings forward thoughts of a soft yellow coat tucked away in the clinic back home, of a thousand small pieces of her family and friends littered around her small apartment. )

I— ( Hm. Maybe there's something she needs to say for Sharon volunteering to do this. ) Thanks, Sharon.

( And, after a pause that almost seems too long: )

Got a few things like that at home, too.

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[hoperulesdespairdrools]

You make that sound like it's a bad thing. [Because come on who wouldn't want to talk about hope?]

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[dedikated]

( It might feel good to think and talk about the things that bring a person hope, but actually asking that? Recipe for a million life stories and the awkwardness of trying to respond to such personal things. )

Want me to be perky 'bout it?

( Judging by that same, flat tone, Kate probably... doesn't. Do. Chipper or perky. )

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[knifecollecting]

[She's not going to tease about Ignis, yet, and this is video because Jo is very amused.]

You make it sound so fun.

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[dedikated]

( Don't look so amused, Jo. She'll make you talk about things that make you fluttery. )

Love hearing 'bout people's feelings.

( :| )

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[such_a_teez]

Are you serious? [He's furious, honestly. He doesn't know her, that's not important, but if the idols that claim divinity here are holding something against her after taking her and the rest hostage in the first place, it's a whole new low for them.] I'll help if needed, if you haven't filled the quota. Just let me know.

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[dedikated]

( Serious as a heart attack. But, despite the lack of enthusiasm in her post, Kate isn't... that bothered by the request at the end of the day. Is it really that much different from expecting to be paid for your work?

(Now, paying for her health, on the other hand... But she supposes the gods are more like freelance workers than anything else.)

There's a shrug he can't see and then an; ) Aye. Still need it.

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[unphase]

[her voice sounds slightly tremulous] I hope that I'll get to go home soon. Back to my friends and my boyfriend.

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[dedikated]

( Oh, now isn't that a hope she knows something about, but there's no guarantee that anyone's going home any time soon. There's a chance, there's always a chance, because they're all a slave to The Door's whims, but is it likely?

Not really. It took a year for Kate to return home and she got dragged back soon after. )

Got no control over that.

( Not right now. But perhaps eventually. )

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[stealyoursoul]

Music. [Short answer, to the point, but hey, it's better than saying he gave up on hope about two years ago. So cheery this monster is.] Is that enough?

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[dedikated]

( Kate, at least, appreciates the short answers. It's certainly better than awkward conversations about people's feelings. But whether Hope will...

The gods can be frustratingly vague with their requests. )

Your guess is as good as mine. ( Though Kate would hazard hers towards no, they want a fucking classroom presentation on the shit. ) All 'e said were "talk about what brings them hope".

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[hasitsthorns]

Lot of things.

Recently, getting to see an old friend thanks to The Door flubbing up gave me a lot of hope that I'll eventually see all my old pack again.

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[dedikated]

( Hm, she was still out during all of that, actually, and Kate's more than a little intrigued. )

Were that at the end of our experiments? Missed the last part of it.

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[am_i_a_monster]

Being alive and free gives me hope. Will and my friends give me hope too. And Winston.

Why do you owe Hope energy?

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[dedikated]

...Free? ( The scepticism is out of her mouth almost immediately. This place isn't what she'd call free, though at least they're no longer underground.

And then, a click of her tongue. )

Same reason anyone else does.

( She asked him for a favour. )

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[iron_beneath_beauty]

My son.

Do you need me to go into more detail? Or is that enough?

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[dedikated]

Never specified.

( Which is true. The gods tend to keep their requests short and to the point, in her experience. )

S'posed to feel th' emotion, I think.

( Which is another vague thing which annoys Kate. How the hell are you supposed to quantify something like that? )

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[wantsnudes]

My friends bring me hope.

[Yusuke has a ready-made answer: he's had plenty of time to think about it, what with having someone around like Komaeda for company.]

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[dedikated]

Makes sense.

( If your friends can't bring you hope, how the hell can anyone else? )

How many of 'em are here?