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Who: Climber and Clarice and all the people
When: Day 23, morning
Where: Everywhere
What: Apartment hunting

[Since Clarice is not too keen to spend every night hoboing in the hallways, her and Muppet are now on the hunt for a permanent place of residence. Knock knock any room in here?]

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I'm pretty sure me just being armed is pretty damn generous. With the multiple murder attempts.

But that was then, this is now.

...And fire.

H-Hey!

[...Karl has definitely been at the other end of a lot of glares and hateful looks.]

[This one was definitely full of a lot more hatred and anger than there had been before and her hand actually moved to Climber's pickaxe, as much as she acted on the impulse to try and smash Karl's face in before stopping herself from moving forward.]

That's not a convincing argument, Karl.

[The statue's face slowly darkens when he watches Clarice's hand move to Climber's weapon. Arma flutters down to his hand but doesn't transform, not yet. That look is probably familiar to them both from that night at the park. That long long night.]

No? Then how about this one.

We're dead. We're all dead. Gone, finished, kaput. There is no going back to the world we once knew. It's over.

Sooooo, we can either keep things the same as they were back home...

OR

We can put it behind us for now. Truth is, not everyone here is safe. Some even more dangerous than me. And I've seen them. We don't all want to go dying again, do we?

I say we work together. I don't need anything but something to do. So! If you don't want to go killing things or relying on other people, I can help. I do want to change. I want to have friends. But since neither of you want that, I'm trying for something easier. I just want a truce. That's all. Is that so much to ask for?

[What why is Clarice looking like that why is she reaching for my pickaxe a-and then Arma, steps between the both of them holding his hands out]

H-Hey! Both of you, stop, this... I-I want to not fight too, both of you are saying that but you're acting like this- Clarice, letting what Karl says bother you isn't like you, and, Karl, what you're saying is good b-but you're saying it in a really mean way, and I told you... I told you I'd give you that chance, and I want you to have friends too, even if they're not us, but I also told you we can't trust you right away. That takes time, and I really don't want things killed to 'help' me.

Of course not everyone here is safe. Even without you, that's a big duh. There's always some psycho or someone moron doing things without thinking.

[But at least she did move her hand away from reaching for the pickaxe, even if the glare doesn't waver.]

Using C-Muppet's fear to get a reaction out of him isn't a 'friendly' thing to do. And if it's supposed to be a threat, you should know I'll be more than willing to try to smash your face in to protect him.

Muppet is my friend. Friends protect and help each other. Friends can trust each other to watch each others backs and can give some respect to their friends strong ideals, even if they don't necessarily agree.

That's the only reason I don't tell everyone you're a murdering psychopath. Because for whatever insane reason, Muppet decided to give you a chance and he's pretty firm about it for him. You really want to change? Then use the chance Muppet got you and prove it instead of just talking about it.

[Karl remains still while listening to both of them. Does he understand it? Does he agree? Who knows really. But Arma does flutter back up to his shoulder and his smile turns back into that default happy-go-lucky smile of his.]

Alright then. I'll prove it. No more killing animals. What do you say next time we go gather, we do it together and I won't kill a single thing. I will even leave Arma behind.

How about it?

[Glances at Clarice, she's the one with the most to lose so it's up to her if she wants to accept it or not.]

...

[There is a looooong silence. Ranging on well over a minute.]

Fine.

Okay then~ I'll see you later.

[And he's turns to leave.]

[Watches him go... Then turns to Clarice, looking concerned] Clarice? A-Are you okay?

I want a weapon before that.

Something metal.

I will get you one, but... Clarice, really, are you alright?

...

[Places his hands on her shoulders] You're acting really strange. I know you get angry, but it's... It's scarier than usual. Like it's... I-I don't know how to explain it, like it's heavier than usual.