[good morning! or afternoon. what the fuck time is it. it's afternoon, for our purposes. you're in the prism doing whatever it is you feel like you should be doing today.
whatever you're doing, though, you get a text:]
i was shopping! come to wunafo!
[an archway appears in front of you, grey and faded, and you walk through without thinking twice.
... you are in a city. for some of you, this might be a familiar city - bright and beautiful and loud. you feel a certain amount of affection for this place, for a home away from home. you are standing in the middle of a place you understand to be shibuya crossing, the central hub of your own personal world. it leads to a few different places - you can see in the distance a building that reads 104 in big bold letters. to your right is a bike path that seems to lead to a towering building named tower records, and behind you is a shopping center that seems inaccessible, at the moment.
all around you are posters plastered up on walls advertising the Reaper’s Romp. that sounds familiar, like you're here for that. and as all of you gather your wits and try to figure out what’s going on...]
REACH 104 AND COMPLETE YOUR TASK FOR A CHANCE TO WIN
[you check your phone. everyone but the three of you has been erased from your contacts, though there are a few blurred out names. you also have access to a notes app, a map, and another locked application.
[ Wow! Well, this definitely is a good place to go shopping. Garou's from not-Japan, so he doesn't seem all that uncomfortable at being plopped into Shibuya, though he does frown at the notification on his phone.
... He hates being told what to do. ]
What the hell is...
[ And then. Noticing that it's Emet and Estinien with him, he makes like a teenager caught in public with his parents and just marches off in the direction of 104 without another word. ]
You-- what do you think you are doing? If we are to be here, then we ought not separate.
[this background may be familiar, yes, but still a little odd... that sense of affection, though, of home, settles him easily enough. that feeling-- that's something he knows very well.
something had definitely started to shift in his form at first, but it settles. however, as he sets off after garou, there's a different alteration, a single strange wing forming. it's not feathered. it looks like it has like, an approximation of a hand on the end of it? this limb is basically halfway between a wing and an arm, black and shiny. it hovers like it sort of wants to reach out as he paces after him.
this works out, though, this seems to be the direction they need to go, so he's not stopping garou or grabbing at him. it's fine.]
[ He walks in through the archway without thinking, and the moment he walks into Shibuya Station right out into the Crossing is when he freezes like a cat and realises he's just made a huge mistake.
If this CYOA and weekly murders don't kill him, Aymeric definitely will.
And you know, Garou starts walking off. ]
N-now, don't go walking off so early. I recall you've been on one of these already, haven't you?
[ Gods. This is the most awkward group he could have ever imagined being alone together with. ]
you all make your way down the crowded streets - as you do, you see a multitude of people. a woman with long black hair and a kitty hood nearly rams into garou before continuing onward, muttering something rudely under her breath before flouncing off. a tall man with soft lavender hair winks at estinien before vanishing into the crowd, and emet gets a wide-eyed look from a boy with braided white hair before he scurries into a nearby cafe.
but none of those people are important. what is important is the teen standing against the lamppost right next to the 104 building. an older teenager, you think. it's difficult to say how old she might be given the way her purple skin crawls and shudders with every movement. her eyes are pure white, a glint of light flashing every time she looks at you, but the other eyes on her exposed legs and arms blink in different directions, a softer green. she appears to be judging you.]
Are you here for the task? [she asks, pushing glasses up her nose as she looks at them. she doesn't really wait, she just huffs and brings her phone up to start texting something. the same little ringtone happens on all your phones, and when you look, you see the following:]
LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE... IT'S THE REAPER REVIEW! Are you ready for your trivia questions? Y/N
[ Complete unsympathetic to the fact that Emet has a brain and Estinien has a boyfriend, Garou is just going forward with Youthful Arrogance. (He didn't die last time, so he probably won't die this time.) He sneers at the girl that almost bumps into him before his attention is stolen by the purple girl.
Well, this seems pretty straightforward. Also, his hair is now fire. Like Hades! ]
Yeah.
[ Once again, without consulting Emet or Estinien, he punches in Y on his phone. They can smack him to stop him if they want. ]
I have... which is why I have reservations about walking off.
[ Granted, had he not already been on one, he'd be +1 to Garou. This is all too much, with a purple poof, there's a fluffy white tail just sprouting from him briefly. He is walking on godsdamned eggshells being here and also being around Emet-Selch and it shows.
This is embarrassing so he's just turning and following.
That being said, by the second ring, Estinien is now forced to look at his phone reluctantly, and upon reading the text, mutters: ]
Must all these ventures be characterised by some inane questionnaire?
[ It's not his first time for this either apparently. He presses Y. Because... because. ]
[emet-selch also selects 'he is 550 years old', because he chills with the swords he knows they are old enough to matter. and also not aliens.
his arm-wing is just vibing. also, as he's paying attention to this trivia, the spikes of what appear to be a silver crown just like, grow from his head in response to that focus. normal things.]
[ Estinien... also picks 'HE IS 550 YEARS OLD' but his logic reasoning is because he knows the dude is a sword. He's technically an alien to Estinien but so is everyone else except Emet-Selch (ostensibly question mark).
The other reason is he has absolutely no idea what the fuck 'dexterity of nine' means.
Noted that this isn't a very conversational group. They will stand here in a circle focused on their phones like true modern Shibuya-ites. ]
[you pick your answers! all three of your phones light up and cackle, before flashing green. you get the sense that this was the right answer, thankfully. hm, what happens if you answer wrong...]
x. QUESTION TWO
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING IS CORRECT ABOUT MARCELINE ABADEER? ▸ SHE ONCE FOUGHT THE LORD OF THE VAMPIRES AND WON ▸ SHE IS 18 YEARS OLD ▸ SHE IS SMARTER THAN SHE IS STRONG
...you know, I am uncertain how to feel about the fact that I agree with your assessment.
[he is really out here going 'oh yeah garou that sounds correct' and it's a little terrible.
anyway. emet-selch has had an interest in who else is older here, much like with yasusada, so by process of elimination-- yeah. her handle is vampirequeen, therefore.
he also hits 'once fought the lord of the vampires and won'.]
Estinien is sweating. He knows fucking NOTHING about Marceline but she looks like a twig? So he would have... picked the smarter option... but Garou and Emet-Selch are both agreeing with each other...
He's between 'fought vampire lord and won' and '18 years old'. Uh... Marceline told him she was vampire royalty, maybe she won that title instead?
He taps on ONCE FOUGHT THE LORD OF VAMPIRES AND WON, but he does so with the most sweaty look. This man did not pass Scholasticate writing tests with flying colours. ]
[wow! you pick your answers! all three of your phones light up and cackle, before flashing green. you get the sense that this was the right answer... cheaters. anyway.]
x. QUESTION THREE
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING IS CORRECT ABOUT DAMIEN? ▸ HE IS AFRAID OF THE OCEAN ▸ HE IS 40 YEARS OLD ▸ HIS NETWORK NAME IS "NEONFLOWER"
[he glances up to garou with a raised brow, as he considers the options.]
Are you not both scarlet?
[anyway i truly hate that emet-selch is an academic and of course he has studied the damn profiles. he doesn't know damien's feelings on the ocean but he thinks the second two are wrong, so.
he pushes 'afraid of the ocean' without saying his answer aloud.
well? you live together. go for it, fighty boy.
listen if anything bad happens he will be more helpful to them but as it stands his opinion is 'just offering the answers doesn't teach critical thinking', garou was doing his own work before this.]
[ Honestly very happy for Emet-Selch. Estinien is just out here showcasing the peak ability that is 'process of elimination'.
Does he think Damien is 40? It could be possible, maybe he's stressed and ages badly. But he's not sure. He heard the guy complain about therapy, his life apparently isn't great.
Does he think Damien would ever have a network name like 'neonflower'? Fuck no. If he gets it wrong for thinking Damien doesn't have that username then he deserves what's coming for him.
Does he think Damien is afraid of the ocean... he doesn't know.
He has doubts on 40 and just straight up doesn't know about the ocean thing, so he'll bank on that 50/50 chance. Maybe if you'd said 'he is 35' Estinien would have picked that one just automatically. HE IS AFRAID OF THE OCEAN it is. Sucks to be him when we got the entire sea as a location.
He just closes his eyes like what am I doing here... looking at the girl. ]
[wow! you pick your answers! all three of your phones light up and cackle. emet and estinien's flash green. garou's, on the other hand, glows red.
for a second, the city goes silent. there's a whumpf sound. like hitting something hollow. and then garou feels a blinding pain behind his eyes for a full five seconds.
garou has lost a memory - his name.
the city starts up again, loud and bright, and the girl glances at estinien.]
That would have been the last one, if all three of you had gotten it right. Now, you must start over.
What-- all of us?! The clarity of your rules is, I hope you realize, thoroughly lacking!
[his voice has a weird echoing quality to it on those last few words? weird. it's gone, though, after he exhales a slow, steadying breath, a hand pressed to his face.]
[ Estinien raises a brow at her. Well. THAT KIND OF SUCKS.
He glances over at Garou... not necessarily out of major concern but some concern because what the fuck just happened to him for getting an answer wrong? ]
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