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Santa is sitting on his lower bunk in the barracks, looking through the backpack that holds his starter kit. He's pretty annoyed as he flips through it and it shows on his face as his mouth twists and his eyes narrow. There's a pink, metallic looking watch object on his left wrist that he pulls at occasionally, looking even more annoyed every single time it doesn't come off. When he starts pulling objects out of the backpack and trying to use them to pry off the so called watch, it's obvious that this is the source of his annoyance: he wants it off and he wants it off now. He knows there are only two ways to remove it, he knows this, but he's trying anyway. He never expected to actually be trapped somewhere without the ability to remove it at will.

The fact he's concerned with this over their surroundings and the situation suggests it must be pretty damn important.

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Barracks had taken some getting used to for Trunks; even as the world he was from had gone to hell and partly been in ruins, with people hiding from the threat of #17 and #18, he'd always had his own room. Mostly because he and his mother had holed up in the ruins of Capsule Corp, using it as cover. Fortunately it wasn't crowded--yet.

Making his way back to his own upper bunk in the corner, post clean-up, and he blinks as he notices one of the newer arrivals. With their gear strewn everywhere. Prying at something on their arm. That was odd, as normally no one came in with any of their own stuff.

"Problem?" Ventured carefully, expecting the other to be skittish and suspicious. Trunks wouldn't blame him either, considering the circumstances. He was still suspicious and on his guard most often.

Sure, Santa is skittish and suspicious. But he's also fucking desperate, and that kinda overrides his usual impulses. "Isn't that obvious?" he snaps, which is great to do when he's about to ask for help. He waves his left arm at Trunks. "Can't get this shit off. Guess the scientists couldn't remove it either, they just left this little fucker on me like it was a part of me."

Well the language is...new. Not necessarily unheard of, but not something Trunks heard casually even now. Don't mind the blink as he sighs. "Either they wanted it on you for some reason, or they couldn't remove it. Normally we never start with anything we should have." Moving closer, and grabbing the arm when the other waves it some, so he can get a better look at the device.

"So what is it?"

"It's a bracelet," Santa says in a voice like Trunks should know already, though it's obvious that the other man would not. "It's from a game I was playing before I got here. Shitty game ran by assholes with a fucking sadistic streak, that's what it was."

It should be obvious from the addition of more swear words that the Nonary Game bugged him. It really, really did - it just happened to bug him for reasons other than playing it. That's why he's able to complain about it so easily. But never tip off your role behind it, Santa thinks, not even here. Never show that you were one of the sadistic assholes.

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"Yes, I could see that." Trunks shot back, eyebrow arched up as he'd finished examining the other's arm and said device. "So what does it do? Is it surgically tied to you or something?" A pause. "Is there any reason, other than that they can't remove it, that the people who brought us here, would want to keep it on you?"

Because from his cursory examination, Trunks figured there might be a decent chance he could get it off the other. Either with brute-strength, or with a tool or two.

"There's a bomb in your stomach when you play the game," Santa says, tapping his own stomach. "If you try to force the bracelet off, it explodes. But considering it hasn't blown up yet, I'm pretty sure the scientists took that out." More like he's pretty sure he himself never swallowed a damn bomb, but considering he knows that Junpei is around, he's not going to tip that off. Instead, he'll just leave Trunks to wonder why he was risking it.

That brought both eyebrows up, and a stunned blink. "Seriously?" Wow, sadistic--and not unlike the blueprints left in Dr. Gero's lab he and Krillin had found. "You're...sure about that?"

Trunks wanted to be absolutely sure the other was comfortable with this risk. "Maybe they kept the bomb in you to keep you compliant here." His brain was thinking over various possibilities, including calculating the risks for what he was doing. "Any idea how big the radius of the blast would be, specs on the bomb?"

"About a room's worth," Santa says with a nod. "I'm absolutely sure about this shit, man. I saw two dead bodies from it." He glances to the side and hugs his body a little, as if upset by this. He actually has no reason to be upset about either death, considering he set both of them up, but... he needs to come across that way. "One was even my friend."

Lies lies lies.

"How big a room? like...this big?" Gesturing out to the barracks at large. Don't mind his expression darkening a bit, as Trunks understood losing a friend. All too well. Crossing his arms, chewing on his lip for a moment.

"You willing to be one of those bodies, if you're wrong about them taking that bomb out of you?"

"About half this room." As for whether he's willing to be a body, Santa shrugs. "My sister's gone," he says. "I've got no reason to be around."

It's funny how the only time he truly tells the truth is when it has to do with his sister.

Trunks is quiet for a moment, but he knows grief. Too well for his liking. "You say that as if she wouldn't want you to go on." Living was hard--and while he was an only child, he knew his mother and Gohan would've wanted him to go on living, even if they weren't.

"But, if you're determined to get that thing off, then come with me." Uncrossing his arms and moving to head out of the Barracks. "We're heading outside. Less to damage."

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