13th, late night.

[stophamatime]

There's something dangerous out in the streets.

[Ken's tone, at first, is a little bit tentative. Like he's expecting a pat on the head and a comment about overactive imaginations, ha ha, but this is important, dammit.]

It looks like all shadows except for the eyes, and it can hurt you just by touching you, and it screams like a person. It doesn't like the light.

If you go out after dark, take a light with you.

[...the more he talks, the more sure he sounds. Yeah, dare you not to believe him. Then you can see how it feels getting your arm incorporeally chewed off.]

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[stophamatime]

Armin-san said there was someone from my world here before, but they were gone before I ever showed up.

[Which just doesn't make a bit of sense, if they're trying to get people who work together well.]

[flatteries]

Perhaps it is difficult even for them to make people stick here. Liminal Space seems to be constantly changing, after all. [ Sometimes even while they're in there. ]

That, or they truly are fickle.. it's hard to understand their intentions when they don't talk to us about said intentions.

[stophamatime]

They can do so much else, though...

[Ken's inclined to believe "fickle," because if they're that powerful, shouldn't they be able to keep people without trouble? Kind of like how once you're an adult, why shouldn't you be able to stay up past midnight every night if you want to?]

[flatteries]

Well, I can't say I can speak for the Trumps personally, but..

[ He smiles. It's somewhat audible in his mental tone, too - although not the way the smile becomes a little more bittersweet. ]

People are fallible. Beings are fallible. I don't want to exclude the possibility entirely just yet.

[stophamatime]

I guess that makes sense.