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Entry tags:
- !event; countdown; day 14,
- !open post,
- alucard,
- chikusa kakimoto,
- elizabeth bathory,
- featherine augustus aurora,
- gladion,
- jaune arc,
- jirou sakuma,
- koujirou genda,
- lenka utsugi,
- louis,
- mako,
- makoto fukami,
- mitsuru kirijo,
- nakigitsune,
- nobunaga oda,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- pharos,
- raidou kuzunoha xiv,
- yuuri katsuki
COUNTDOWN: FUTURE & PAST
It's been a week since the first network post. Upon waking up early Saturday morning, you notice that the app is not responding. Is it finally over, as strangely as it began?
Which makes explaining what happened impossible. Others have already tried to figure out more about it, but nothing has been working. Bringing it to a repair shop to get it looked at? No programs found. Even getting the phone completely wiped did nothing, as the icon just showed up a few minutes after they walked out of the store. Showed it to a family member? The minute you blinked or turned it around to show them, it simply wasn't there.
It's taunting you. Whoever programmed this is really good. Frighteningly so.
Saturday night rolls and still nothing from the application. The news this Saturday is nothing special. There's been another fire at night that was put out by the firemen and an instance of someone being outside. According to both departments, neither of the incidents are connected. It's just a case of someone who wasn't back home in time and unfortunate damage to a building that occurred with some of the habitats still sleeping inside. It is a tragedy, but no city can survive without any loss of life. It's simply mathematically impossible. It's notable enough that it gets second page billing and a blurb in the morning news, but nothing too huge.
At least you had assumed.
The warning bells of the Nightly Curfew ring across the city as a few people finish locking their doors for the night. As the last bits of light fade from the city, the night lights take over. Civilians are settling in for a late supper and preparations for school or work tomorrow.
Not you, however. There's been a damn headache building for the past hour and by now your ears are ringing. Food doesn't look appetizing and you feel an urge to go to bed early. Maybe you caught the flu or maybe it's just pre-Monday blues a day early, which makes it all the more frustrating. The flower festival is tomorrow!
Either way, a little shut-eye would be welcome at this point. You don't even think too hard about it, and the headache fades into blissful sleep.
2AM and you snap awake. The strange foreboding voice of...something echos in your head. It's the only thing you can hear, with your headache gone, and the quietness of the city is fast asleep. You're not sure why, but the voice makes you get up and grab your phone.
It's humming softly. The icon is glowing again. Before you do, you take a look around and suddenly notice...nothing's moving. Nothing but you. Almost as if time was frozen.
Is that even possible?
You can't back down now. Pressing the button reveals another terms of agreement, but it looks quite different. It's almost...gentle?
It may take a while or near instantly, but you eventually take your finger and trace your name over the signature area to continue. You've gotten this far in any case and this one isn't trying to kill you...at least you think. Yet as your hand moves to write your name, it gets replaced into other letters. Another name that tells you nothing. Somehow you feel like you should, but it's...it's...
It stays there for a few more seconds, leaving you with your thoughts before the contract disappears.
You're back into that chatroom again. Questions pop up in rapid succession before you're even permitted to type anything else. Once more, it seems that you find yourself typing things that aren't matching up with what you really want to say.
At least...you think...
What is your name?
Write it here.
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes | No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes | No
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes | No | Yes, but (insert your reason here)
Did you enjoy it?
Yes | No | It's complicated (but yes) | It's complicated (but no) | It's just complicated
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
Write it down here.
With questions like that and nothing around you moving, you feel like it's going to be a very, very, very long night.
[OOC: Starting from now on, the network posts will allow users to post their names, but they will show up as their CANON ones. The user's persona can be added at the end, or not show up at all. Additionally, the occupations will still be censored.
MEMORY REGAIN: Right before their answers are posted, they will also get a longer flash of someone calling them by this name. The memory HAS to be someone calling them by their name. It could be both a good or a bad memory, that is up to you.]
Guts ⚔ GLASYA-LABOLAS (cw: csa, child abuse, mentions of sexual assult)
So when the app reappears, a much softer hue, he finds himself signing his name. His headache is roaring in his ears now, making the world seem to freeze around him. Nothing feels real, so why not sign another contract? A bolt of pain shoots through his head and he sees-
He's young, far to young to understand where he is, things are loud, and he grips a spear in his hands because he was told to hold it. It's far to big for his tiny hands and he nearly falls over trying to hold it upright. He's scared, but not in the way he should be. He just doesn't understand why he's here.
"Yo Guts! A spear..." A familiar voice calls, and then snaps. "Gimmie a spear!"
He's not stable enough to run to Gambino (thats right, just Gambino, he doesn't know the word for father yet, and he wouldn't ever be allowed to use it anyway) so he just extends it, hoping it will be enough.
Instead the spear is yanked roughly, dragging him onto his knees just in time for the body of another soldier to splatter across his face and tunic.
What is your name?
Guts
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No, I'll struggle against any causality that chains me.
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes
Did you enjoy it?
Yes
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
When I was nine, I killed the only person I'd ever considered a father after he sold me to a man for the night. To this day I still don't understand why.
There's a little while before the next response.
Guts ⚔ GLASYA-LABOLAS: Ha. Ha...
Guts ⚔ GLASYA-LABOLAS: What sort of bastards are getting off making people say shit like this.
Sion Astal ☸ Focalor
I do not know if I can continue on with the belief that the application is not, at its core, malign.
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This makes me sick.
Of course its malign! My darkest secret ain't shit like that. What are they trying to pull?
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We have been made to be on edge, alert, and to question not only the application itself, but our surroundings as well...
In only a week's time, we have begun to look at everything differently; "through new eyes", as it were.
It is as though we are being prepared for something, though what that something is I cannot say.
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Hah..I wonder if the other people who died had something like this happen.
Be pretty funny. If someone was toying with us. I'd knock fucking their teeth in.
He's not in the mood to analyze tonight, sorry.
1/2
But until that time should come to pass, keep your wits about you. Stay safe.
We are people, not things to be trifled with, and I will be no one's marionette.
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Did you glimpse something, as well, before entering chat?
Another 'vision', as you called it?
cw: moooore mentions of csa and abuse (guts why is ur canon Like That)
Oh? You mean _beside_ this app accusin me of being _raped_ at nine.
Yes. Yes I did.
Its not some thing that makes much sense. The prospective and feel of the memory are blurry and unstable. The kid in it was young, to young to even understand why he was standing there. All he's left with are impressions, a battlefield, a spear, the smell of blood and a man he'd never seen before.
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Featherine Augustus Aurora ⚔ Dantalion
Take a breath. Go smash a plate. These answers are just to get a reaction. An insult, at worst. Don't let them take advantage of you.
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Don't really got one on me.
Was thinking my phone.
Maybe a window.
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I would not recommend the phone. I do not know you in person to buy you a new one as I did for my daughter.
Also I already broke my own. Don't steal my ideas. That's plagiarism.
Try the window. Or furniture! Smashing chairs is incredibly soothing sometimes.
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He's looking around the inside of his car. Usually hes fine just sleeping here after curfew, but the more he looks around the more he sees things he can't afford to break, no matter how much itching is building beneath his skin.
brb
He's gone for a while, minutes even. Perhaps Featherine has even put down her phone when she finally gets a reply.
Ok. Done.
If anyone at Green Apple finds a few smashed windows in the morning, cars or otherwise, it most certainly was not Guts.
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[ Alas, Featherine's phone has embedded its remains in her bedroom wall. Guts is not the only one having a bad go of it. It gives her a chance to go find her glasses, fix the brightness of the old monitor, and take internal bets on how many people will wake up tomorrow screaming about broken windows.
Ah, what a night. What a lovely night.
Except it's not. ] Feeling a little bit better?
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Nothing like picking the glass out of your knuckles to clear your mind. He probably should have worn gloves.
My RA's gonna kill me, not that I care right now. You know anyone who sells bail bonds?
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Chikusa Kakimoto ☸ Astaroth
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His anger is probably misdirected but still. This person choose to interact with him. Gabe doesn't owe them shit.
Theres messing with my phone, and then theres...I don't even know my-
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You asked.
Maybe that kind of reaction is what they want.
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Yeah and I totally wanted a smartass obvious answer.
Sinking that _low_ to piss someone like me off? Nobody else got some sort of shit like that.
He likes kids. The idea of anyone using awful shit like that to get to him riles him more then the accusation does.
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But still, between his own childhood experiences and a personal soft spot for kids....it hits hard. More personally then he'd like to show.
Still. There are cleaner ways to piss people off.
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Miu Matsuoka ⚔ Beall
[Miu's old enough to know what 'being sold to a man for the night' means, even if she can't really grasp it in entirety. But she remembers talking to someone named Glasya-Labolas, so maybe saying something funny will cheer him up?]
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It takes Gabe a while to respond, because he knows he's not exactly in the right sort of mindset to talk to a kid right now and he can be responsible, responsible about this at least. He chooses his words carefully, thats all.
Oh really? It's sorta strange, I'll agree. Sounds like a stage name. Maybe I should try wrestling.
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Nobody can look like a bigger piece of shit then him. Its impossible.
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[This child is trying to distract a grown man from feeling bad, okay?]
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