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phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
phantasmods) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
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IC INTRO - JUNE '18
After the fight with the siren has settled, those characters with phones hooked to the KEystone network will get a text -
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
----
For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
----
For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
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Responsible. Relevant. Necessary. Akira can say all of these things, but it doesn't change that not one of those involved deserved to have been - Minato doesn't need to meet any of the others to know that. He didn't even need to have meet Akira, other than the fact he wouldn't have known if he hadn't.
He...doesn't have words. Nothing that comes to mind feels right. His expression has hardly changed, but he places a hand on Akira's shoulder - he's not sure physical contact is the answer, right now, but maybe there just...isn't an answer.
Maybe all he can do is listen.]
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... Incidentally, the silence manages to keep him hooked enough to the moment his mind is lingering on. Fortunately, it's not so much so that he sounds far away or even a little distant. He even gives a small smile at the hand to his shoulder. ]
I guess... "better" isn't that high of a bar. [ dimly, he smirks ] But, it's more than I could have hoped for. Besides, everyone who died didn't stay gone.
[ There's a grim nature to the smile he wears now. ]
They were given a choice between becoming a Reaper and returning to life. [ a beat ] At first, I wasn't sure what to think of some of them choosing to stay dead and host their own games in their own worlds and timelines, but...
[ He twists a strand of his bangs. ]
I can't say I would have done things any differently.
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The dead...didn't stay dead?
Reapers?
That's......not right, it can't be. The dead are dead.
It's a long moment before he can find any words at all.]
I'm glad you're not alone. [He's...trying not to think too hard about "their own games", or worlds, or timelines, and he's a little stuck on the dead returning. The easiest way to do that is to focus on Akira, here and now.] Is there anything I can do?
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Well... [ shaking his head, his smile dim and a little distant ] Nothing that wouldn't require you... dying.
[ Minato might notice there's a bit more... nervousness in his tone - heh, no, more like a little actual fear. He's trying to seem fine, but it's definitely not going as planned. ]
That's the only way I'll be able to become a Composer, after all.
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Composer? [What...? The context doesn't match up to a person who writes music, there must be something else here... And it catches up to him that Akira only mentioned one process that would make him "become" a Composer.]
I'd have to die, for you to do that...? [He sounds like he's considering it seriously. After all, he doesn't really have a problem with it.]
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No - What? - ... No...
[ Why is he considering this so quickly??? Why isn't there more... fear? Hesitation?? Anything that isn't Minato jumping right into just being... okay? with dying, and all for... Akira becoming a Composer...?
He doesn't even know what that entails, fully, right? How can he be so... so?? this????? ]
I...
[ Man, does it seem like there's a hint of slight panic within him? Please stop considering dying! Also... considering what he's about to clarify... ]
I have to die to become a Composer. You'd have to die... for the chance to become one, yourself.
[ He takes a slow breath. After managing to almost completely calm himself in a matter of seconds, somehow, he shakes his head. ]
A Composer is... basically someone with more power to fight against a threat to the multiverse. Beings called Noise are threatening tons of worlds out there, and the power of a Composer would help me protect my home world's timeline. Heh... honestly, though, Goro or Kurama might be better at explaining the technical part.
[ Not that he couldn't, but... his boyfriends are much more skilled at diving into the details on this sort of thing. ]
guess who got hit right in the tragic backstory.....
I have to die. That's all Akira needs to say. His thoughts have been morbid enough, for a long time now, that the method of his own demise has wandered through his head on multiple occasions, and now is no different - except that now, Akira has changed the focus from Minato to himself, and that changes everything. Minato processes that death is just a means to a chance, but not much more.
Instead, his thoughts have skipped from the thought of his own death to Akira's, then to watching it, and then he's six years old again and all he can see is an ocean of blood and the jagged edges of shattered glass, dark against the fire, the screech of tearing metal ringing in his ears and the smell the smell the smell of blood and burning hair and a pale white hand hanging limply--
Outwardly, his expression hardly changes. Nothing more than a small gasp, short and near-silent. His eyes open just a hair wider, and his gaze bores a hole into the space before him. Dimly, he's aware of Akira's voice saying...something, he can't tell what, it's just background murmuring, indistinct. He doesn't answer.]
oof...........
He narrows his eyes, says his name, and... clearly something is wrong. Very wrong. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach, and it's after some thought, he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath, and then he reaches out - not literally, but with his mind.
Yep, that's right - he's going to Scan him... For the first time ever, since arriving to this place, he can't resist seeing what has Minato so trapped...
Fire, blood, glass, blood, and--
Just like that, he regrets doing it just as much as he's glad he did. Fire, huh...? He carefully stores that memory away and then... very slowly, he reaches out to touch Minato's upper arm... ]
Hey... Senpai?
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Several long moments of coaxing later, he just....blinks at his kohai. Then, voice perfectly calm, like he wasn't just sent reeling....]
Sorry. Spaced out.
8(
He focuses on that detail, clings to it as a way to keep himself calm and evened out. He is tempted to push for-... for what?
There's nothing he can say to nudge Minato to open up, that wouldn't put him at risk of being in a position where he'd need to explain himself. Still... It's not as though a suspicion of someone being able to read your mind is a common one, right? ]
I was touching you and saying your name for a while there...
[ He gives a wry, concerned smile. ]
Anything you want to talk about?
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What a weird question.] Nah. All good.
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Okay. I'm glad.
[ He glances in the direction of the food... ]
Say... Are you a fan of coffee?
I don't think I got a notification for this :c
Yeah. Spent a lot of time at Chagall...cafe near school.