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COUNTDOWN: PUTTING THE M IN MORALITY 3.0

Did someone contact you during your dreams? Perhaps you were lucky and a few images of your past lives were revealed to you. Then maybe when your phone begins to act strange, you aren't as surprised. Maybe there's a feeling that you've seen this before... could it be a case of deja-vu?

You could all say it started with a strange icon that popped up on your phone that day. September 9th, 2017, a mysterious icon begins your decent into a different world.

Did you press it right away out of curiosity? Did you press it accidentally trying to dismiss it? Or did you wait long enough for it to cover your entire screen, forcing you to interact with it? Either way, congratulations! You've got...a Terms of Service popping up in front of you?

Terms and Conditions ("Terms")
Last updated: September 9th, 2017

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You quickly notice there is no contact number or address. Uhh---

DO YOU AGREE TO THESE TERMS?
Yes | Hell Yes | Man I Can'T Wait to See What this is About! | APPLES!
It really seems like you don't have much choice. After pressing one of the four buttons (one of them trailing off to the side of the screen), a new screen greets you.

21 DAYS REMAIN BEFORE FULLY AWAKENING

Hey! Welcome to your new half life. Something like that. I'm Luci! You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. Freaky huh? But that's okay, cause you got a few of your friends coming in too. Anyway, answer these questions, we're gonna have a fun time talking about them, I'm not being all fancy this time, got it? Don't worry if the answer sounds 'bad'. After all, you're gonna be working with the rest of us! What's the worst that could happen?

I mean, bad things could happen. But that's why there's other people to help you! CHECK IT OUT GUYS I DID A FRIENDSHIP THING. PS - If you see something from a guy called "Guts", he can be really mean sometimes, so be careful!!!

Are they... acting like they’ve just hired you for a new job? (And really being impolite too. Who is this Guts guy?)

The first (and only) question for today is:

Would you kill a man/woman?

1) Yes! That sounds fun.

2) Yes, but only because they killed someone I loved.

3) Yes, but only out of self-defence.

4) This question is confusing me because I am unable to reach a proper conclusion.

5) No! That's so wrong!

6) No, but mostly because no one should know about my dark secrets.

7) No, I'm too pure.

8) No, but I'd pay someone else to do it. Guilt free, AND smart!

As you go to pick out an option... or try to exit out of it... you witness an all-too brief memory of a life you think isn't yours. A flash that makes you think you were hallucinating... or maybe something you've seen before in your mind. Your head hurts, your heartbeat increases dramatically, and you can barely see anything ahead of you...

Wait, did you already pick something? You don't remember touching the screen, but something's already been highlighted and pressed for you. Staring at the 'saving' prompt, you will later find out it was a deeper memory from your heart. It might terrify you, what you've picked.

After that, the program displays nothing else for a few seconds before a chatroom (appleNET chat v.301.02) boots up, with a username already attached to your account and a little icon, either a sword or a ship steering wheel, next to it. More worryingly, your answer is the first thing posted from your name. Not even a hi or hello.

Well good thing no one has any idea who you are... right?

But don't worry... this time you're not quite alone.

[OOC: The memory should only last for a few seconds, but it would be something significant that would surprise them. It could even be related to this question!

All mentions of their profession or other clues that might reveal who they are will be changed to [INFORMATION LOCKED]. However, due to the dream memories, their usernames will be a combination of the demon you chose for their Persona and their REAL name (not their AU one).

FOR PLAYERS ALREADY IN THE GAME: Your character now has their REAL name and their demon name. Additionally, NOTHING GETS CENSORED WHEN YOUR CHARACTER SPEAKS.

For the new players, have fun!]

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sure
but you clearly dont have much going for you already
i doubt theres much out there that could actually waste your time

If my source can be trusted, you may be right about that.

What we have is an illusion.

But I still have no reason to quarrel with someone who sounds like he may have found a way to bypass his parents' child security settings.

[So he says, throwing stones at such a person in the same breath.]

thats rich coming from someone trying so hard to argue with me
i bet if i gave you an actual address you wouldnt even have the balls to show up

[Vincent, stop trying to fight actual strangers on the internet. this is how the Craigslist killer was so successful.]

I suppose you won't know unless you try.

[INFORMATION LOCKED]

fucks sake

[let it never be said that Vincent didn't make good on his word, at least. he was absolutely ready to smash in whoever's face this was if the app hadn't cockblocked him so hard.]

[Interesting...]

You must not want to fight as badly as you would have us all believe!

[More like a censor was in place, and Kit was determined to test its limitations now.

It wasn't rude to use someone like a guinea pig, was it? This was perfectly safe, after all. Probably.]

you wish

[was it just that address he wasn't allowed to list out, or all of them? his temper's flaring enough that he's willing to try and find out just for the chance of a fight.]

[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]
[INFORMATION LOCKED]

Edited 2017-09-10 15:59 (UTC)

I see.

It's just as I thought, then...

[For some reason, they were being denied the sharing of certain information. But they weren't without any clues whatsoever. They had their 'other' names, and the strange little symbols attached to them. They had the knowledge that they were not alone or going mad, the latter of which already alleviated a great deal of Kit's own stress.]

It seems that for now we're not meant to find one another. Your murderous urges may have to wait.

lucky for you
just dont think that im going to forget because the app pulled your ass out of the fire

[he's sharp enough to know when he's being made fun of, and that only serves to pique his ire further. you better hope he never gets his hands on you in real life, 'Kurama'.]

its probably blocking out more than just addresses though

Remind me to care when you can throw more than blocks of red text at me.

[Speaking of, however...]

South side Warwick.

[The district name is then followed by a street, neither one censored by the app.

Warwick is a place Kit has seldom ever gone except on business, its inhabitants tending a bit too much into the lifestyle of the rich and snobby for his liking. In truth, he has no connection to the area whatsoever and zero inclination to go there. And the app seems to know this.]

[whether it's Vincent's intelligence or his strange affinity for picking up on Kit's thought processes is hard to say - but regardless of the answer, he seems to understand what he's trying to do almost immediately.]

so its only places we might actually go
typical
it still hasnt gotten out of our heads

[Not only places they might go, but places associated with them. For example, while Kit wouldn't test the theory, he was nevertheless certain that an attempt to list specific areas in Skyes would be censored despite his reluctance to return 'home' on any given day.

Probably, the theory belonging to the person he was speaking with was also correct: addresses wouldn't be the only thing subject to censorship.

Thankfully, that was something that he could safely test.]

Avocado. Blowfish. Cashier. Duplicate. Embolism. Fife. Glacier. [INFORMATION LOCKED]

[...hair was the word it chose to blacklist?

His own was rather long, he supposed, and a distinctive shade of red. A defining feature, some might say, and an easy way to identify him. In fact, it was easily the only word among that list that could do so.]

That confirms it.

useful

[so, locations and even nouns associated strongly with them...most people would be content to have uncovered such knowledge and moved their conversations around the impediment, but Vincent only feels a strong urge to somehow circumvent the restrictions.

it's almost purely spite, given his professed lack of interest in engaging seriously with this network. but pettiness is a far more powerful motivator in him than usual incentives.]

hell pit

[...well, it seemed it wasn't quite as clever a censor as it wanted people to believe. all he had to do was get a bit abstract about things.

none of this, of course, has been conveyed to his conversation partner. sorry, Kit.]

[Two words of their like might have seemed incidental in a longer list like Kit's own, but by themselves they appeared quite wittingly chosen. Was it reaching to assume there was an ulterior meaning behind their combination?

Hell pit...

It wasn't a curse or turn of phrase people used when confronted by a less than ideal situation, so then...a place perhaps? In Eddan, the only district that vaguely resembled such a description was Hagu, its penchant for catering to the less reputable no secret.

But was that a specific reference to someplace within the district itself or a meeting place? Even Kit couldn't tell. Not without a little field investigating...]

First Mars.

[Based on planetary hours, that indicated Tuesday as opposed to Wednesday...and provided two of four potential meeting times: seven in the morning, or two-thirty in the afternoon. Of the two times, the earliest was the first and thus the time when Kit would make it a point to be in Hagu.]

[so it seems that his conversation partner had picked up on what he'd been trying to do. not only that, but he'd given him a piece of information to decode himself. Vincent has to turn it over several times in his mind before he understands what's being said, digging deep into pools of knowledge that he hasn't had cause to tap into for quite some time.

when he figures it out at last, he has to laugh. whoever this person was, they had balls. no one with half an ounce of common sense would try and set up a meeting with a total stranger in the worst district in the city.]

inverted justice

[this one would be a bit more challenging for Kit to suss out if he didn't know the underground clubs of the area, particularly those that catered to a more...niche audience. he's referring to the tarot arcana and its reversed interpretation in a reading - things that were out of a person's hand, unjust punishment, the system working against you.

if he did a little research of his own, perhaps he might realize there was a nasty little club called Karmic Backlash in Hagu. it's one of the many places that Vincent played at, and a fitting locale for this sort of meeting. he'd be waiting at the appointed time outside the building.]

Green light.

[Quite simply put, "It's settled, then."

Of course, Kit hadn't yet puzzled out the clue's location, but with two days until they would meet, he had all the time he needed. By Monday in the early evening he'd learned of the club in question, a chance encounter with an old and very satisfied client proving to be quite informative. He was warned that it was a popular hangout for a few of the people he had known before he'd started his own gang. Typical petty miscreants, mostly...but there were a few who would be out for blood if they saw him hanging around.

It made the following morning when he arrived outside Karmic Backlash all the more exciting, although the probability of unsavory sorts catching him there at that hour was unlikely.

But not as unlikely as running into him there...

Kit's surprise was expertly masked as he approached, both hands concealed inside of his jacket pockets, his gait that of someone who might simply be passing by the area.]

[for Vincent's part, there wasn't much excitement in their meeting place. he played here fairly regularly, and while he was certain there were a fair number of people in the area he wasn't popular with, it wasn't enough to keep him from feeling completely safe. everyone knew that Hagu was practically comatose until eight at night, anyway.

he leans against the club wall while he waits, music blaring from his headphones as he nurses a large cup of coffee. it's habit more than necessity today - the anticipation of learning this not-so-stranger's identity more than made up for the mundane setting.

and there's a definite lurch in his stomach when Vincent glances up casually to see that guy again. the odds that he'd just happen to be strolling by at exactly the same time as the arranged meeting are astronomical, but he refuses to accept the alternative. his lungs can only take breathing in so much noxious gas.

so instead of calling out to him Vincent remains exactly where he is, dragging another sip of coffee out. his pace makes it possible (if unlikely) that he'll just keep walking unless stopped. maybe he'll get lucky.]

[Kit was much too observant to continue walking, easily detecting in Vincent even the most minute traces of surprise at his appearance.

He wished that it didn't make sense, but the explanation was as simple as it was glaring. The other boy was expecting someone, and he'd shown signs of alarm because that someone was not whom he expected to arrive.

Needless to say, Kit felt similarly. Each time they found one another he'd wondered if it was by some otherworldly design, but now he knew. That boy was Hiei. Even if he could draw no physical comparison to him (which was strange, to be sure) their frigid dispositions and penchant for fighting were nearly identical.

It was that knowledge, and perhaps a sense of nagging responsibility, that convinced Kit to approach Vincent after all.]

Good morning, Hiei.

[the look he receives for not playing nicely with Vincent's preferred sequence of events is far chillier than anything the weather could currently dish out. he stares at him darkly from over the rim of his coffee cup, the writhing sounds of torment blaring from his headphones showing no sign of lowering in volume anytime soon.

there was still a chance that this was just an unfortunate meeting, but as soon as Kit greets him he knows. despite continuing to fight against the association, he can feel his chest twinge in acknowledgement of that name.

god damn it. as if things weren't troublesome enough.]

...you're looking for someone else.

[The other boy's arctic glare was met with one lacking any temperature at all. A blind man would have been able to tell that Kit had struck a nerve by using that name, but perhaps it wasn't the right one? How, then, should he break the lock on Vincent's defenses?

He'd been saving it, waiting to see if the other boy would offer it before he was ever asked again, but after so many encounters he knew now it wasn't likely to happen. Probably, Vincent was waiting to see how many more times Kit would ask before he gave up altogether. But that, too, wasn't going to happen.

There wasn't a need, not when he'd already acquired what 'Hiei' thought he'd been withholding for so long.]

Would you prefer Vincent?

[amazingly, it's that name which elicits a visible response from Vincent. he starts forward off the wall, looking like he was halfway to swinging a punch at the other boy before thinking better of it. he slumps back into place almost immediately, self-restrain functioning properly for once, but his stare could shatter diamonds right now.

when had he gotten his hands on that..? the answer didn't particularly matter, really, not when there were so many possibilities, but it still rankled him. he hated to be one-upped by anyone, but it stung especially hard coming from this pretentious douchebag.]

It's the only name I've got.

[even for him, it was pointless to continue withholding his real name now that it had been somehow uncovered. despite his statement being patently untrue on several levels, that's all he's going to give Kit.]

[Although he smiled at Vincent's reaction, Kit was nevertheless grateful that he had chosen not to take a swing at him for daring to be so bold. It had been worth the risk to use that name, stolen the night of their first meeting while the smaller teen had slept. Though, of course, if Vincent had lashed out at him for his audacity, Kit certainly wouldn't have blamed him.

Nor could he have stopped him. He retained his reflexes, but his hands were still healing after their previous altercation. In fact, much of him was still healing after that encounter, making his decision to meet anyone, particularly his assailant, in Hagu of all places a monumentally hazardous one.

For Kit, of course, that only promised greater accolades, such as Vincent's reluctant deference.]

I should have known it would be you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Kit wasn't the only one who was still suffering from the aftermath of their cataclysmic battle, although his former opponent seemed to be treating his injuries with much less care. the finger-shaped bruises encircling his neck sat openly for all to see, like some sort of hideous necklace. it wouldn't have been pleasant to lash out now, but he'd been prepared for the consequences had he gone through with it.

even so, he's still managed to find some way to be difficult. just because Vincent had been forced into submitting to the other boy's superior knowledge didn't mean he had to continue that pattern for the rest of their conversation. given the two options, he'd rather simply pretend that 'Kurama' didn't exist even in his visions.]

[Had Vincent's body language not already exposed the truth, and had he forgotten all about the headaches and visions they'd both shared, the night at the Leviathan Habitat spent discussing demons and talismans, Kit might have believed he had the wrong person.

But he knew better. All signs pointed to the boy before him being the same one he'd been speaking with on that app, the same one 'Kurama' seemed willing to fight alongside and for.]

I would appreciate it if you would refrain from lying to me about this at least.

[Just this.

Vincent could keep his secrets, all Kit wanted in return was a modicum of respect regarding this matter. He'd come too far, and they'd been through too much to simply snub the existence of Eddan's curse.

Withdrawing gloved hands from his pockets, he carefully undid the top buttons of his jacket and pulled out from an inside poket a familiar notebook. Opening to the back page where Vincent's drawing of the Ouroboros around the three teardrop symbol still remained, he turned it around so the other boy could see. His temples protested the gesture, but Kit ignored the incessant throb.]

You were right about this symbol.

Tch.

[he spits the sound out sourly, turning his head away to watch the nonexistent morning traffic on the street before them. it wasn't the strange magic a large portion of the city seemed to have fallen under that he wanted to dismiss - just Kit and his apparently unbreakable connection to the person invading his thoughts.

but that just didn't seem to be in the cards, no matter how hard he strove for it. his curiosity pulls him back in almost immediately when his companion pulls out a notebook that he knows fairly well at this point. there's no question as to what he must want to show him, but his eyebrows still raise slightly as he leans in to look at his own handiwork again.

eternity. rebirth. the end of all things when left unchecked.]

Of course I was. I don't go around spouting bullshit.

[as if he could possibly have truly known the connection it would prove to be. but this is as much as he's willing to give Kit right now, so the other boy might as well just make do.]

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you're getting way too into this aesthetics stuff

there is no such thing as "too into" aesthetic stuff excuse you

there is and you've crossed that line a while ago

sorry not sorry

you will be later

nope never what are regrets i have none

you're literally made of them

Ahem. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

it's not as satisfying now, is it