"Yo, Tobecchi, are new groups usually like this? If not, can I request a transfer? Listening to Linkin Park songs in prose format isn't really my cup of tea, if you're pickin' up what I'm putting down."

The singsong voice of Koyuki cut through the air once more after Jimmy had started speaking her arms crossing themselves behind her head as she sat back. Algis floated over her head, still spinning slowly in silence.

"It's like...how does it go...[i]'All of these children think they're insane, or cursed, or dark or alone or weak or strong or black or red or the color of the flesh given darkness so I wonder what would happen if I cut them open and make them bleed red, red is the color given darkness of the flesh made into a form made into an actualization'[/i] or some mediocre stream-of-consciousness nonsense in an attempt to chart out the narrative of the self in the vein of that."

"Plot, scheme, prepare, do research, destroy, create, cry, ask why, cut your own throat, smash yourself into the ground—none of it's gonna do you any good. You're dead but for you, death isn't the state at which one ceases to 'be', so there's all this interesting stuff on notions of 'is-ness' and corresponding bases that pop up, get it~? Pretty cool stuff, honestly. And hey, if you hadn't had such an edgy death you wouldn't be able to exist post-death, so yay you~!"

"I'mma be blunt. If your mom was killed by a vamp or you've got flames ~craaaawling in your skiiiin~, don't whine about it and be edgy and use stuff as some emotive motivator to push you to excel and develop your character that this is some dark shounen adventure where you need to master the power within you to slay the Demon Lord. Edgelords are just 'ugh' to deal with and makes me want to deck you in the face, and since I really really want us all to get along, I'm letting you guys know to please keep that in mind, kay~?"

"Oh yeah, also, Tobecchi, what's the policy on parties now? When can we throw one?"