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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?

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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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[The cafe was on the small side, and while it certainly wasn't rundown by any means, boasting just as much of Eddan's natural green around all the windows, it also wasn't lavish. Very few tables occupied the floorspace. It seemed their business was primarily stop-and-go at the counter.

And there wasn't even any line.

Kit approached with Vincent, his eyes on the menu. Probably he could have gone for something much sweeter, but when the girl behind the register asked them what he wanted, he kept it simple and ordered two medium black coffees. He wasn't sure why, but a split second after he turned to his companion and asked...]

...is there anything else you'd like?

[he really ought to know better than that by now. without any sign of hesitation Vincent stepped up and ordered four bagels and a chocolate croissant. apparently he really didn't possess an ounce of shame in his body.

it's better to be interpreted like that than have his true intentions exposed, in his opinion. the bagels were for his bandmates later during practice, while only the croissant was intended to be consumed now. he was operating under the assumption that Kit would order anything extra that he himself desired, but if that was wrong...well, it was a pretty large pastry.]

That should be fine for now.

['for now.' as if the other boy would be purchasing him more food in the near future.]

[It wasn't that he didn't know better, but rather that he didn't mind. When the cashier looked to Kit to confirm if it was really all right his friend order all that, Kit gave his consent with a nod of his head.

He ordered nothing for himself besides the coffee, and after paying for everything, moved on down the counter with Vincent towards the order pickup area. Only then did he bother speaking, after gently nudging the other boy's shoulder with his elbow.]

I take it you skipped breakfast?

[Kit receives a nudge of his own in return, decidedly rougher but nowhere near being classified as antagonistic. Vincent leans against the counter rudely, making no secret of the way he was critically staring at the employee working to prepare their orders for them.]

Not really. It's just better to eat a lot of small meals throughout the day.

[it was an unfortunately nuanced answer for what should be a street punk, but there was no taking it back now. the other teen seemed to have the irritating ability to draw out the depths he worked so hard to keep under wraps. he couldn't say if it bothered him as much as it really should.]

I see.

[Kit nearly laughed at that for the way it sounded like something he would say. Could it be that they really were rubbing off on one another? He hoped not, lest he start staring down poor customer service employees and giving them heart attacks as they attempted to single-handedly fill a large order.]

But...

[He nudged Vincent again, an attempt to draw his attention off the young girl hurrying now to fetch all the product.]

...it's also better to eat a balanced diet. For example, you could stand to drink more milk.

[that gets his gaze to snap around with a sharpness that ought to be accompanied by an ominous screeching noise of some sort. it may not have been the wisest decision that Kit's ever made - he looks one breath away from hurling the scant few tables right at his companion's face.]

There is nothing wrong with my calcium levels.

[is what he responds. but what Vincent's eyes are saying is say that again and I'll drink your blood. it's probably doing nothing for the nerves of the girl behind the counter, but it's certainly altered his focus.]

Unless there's something else you want to say?

[ah, there it is. the one and only chance for Kit to back down before he face gets clawed off by an enraged punk. maybe he ought to take it, if he wants to make his train on time.]

[At least one of them wasn't hell bent on scaring the barista senseless, so Kit conceded defeat, holding up both hands playfully and shaking his head.]

No, there's nothing else.

[He'd said all he'd wanted to and, more importantly, all he'd needed to, his point very much made, much to Vincent's chagrin. And, by that point, their order was ready, the drinks placed carefully on the counter before them and the food presented in a paper bag neatly rolled down on the top for easy handling.

Kit thanked the girl for everything, slid a few extra macca across the counter as a belated tip and an apology for his surly companion, and then nudged Vincent yet again in the direction of the doors.]

Come on, let's go.

I know where we're going.

[his ire hadn't completely settled down yet despite Kit wisely choosing not to escalate for the time being. with that black hiss he grabbed his bag and coffee with enough violence to remove a person's face from their skull if he were so inclined.

instead he gives his unwilling companion a rough push beneath the shoulder blades before stalking to the door as indicated. incredible. at this point it was likely that he knew the way to the train station better than the other boy did. he actually lived here now.]

[The sharp shove gave Kit a bit of a startle, but it was nothing he couldn't simply shrug off. Making their way back outside, Kit gave one final apologetic smile to the girl that was working and had so patiently endured Vincent's surly disposition, and then he turned his full attention to his partner.

...companion.

He took a careful sip of his coffee, the piping hot black liquid and the way it threatened to scald his tongue the perfect distraction from his momentary mental glitch.

Once they were a few feet from the door and back on track towards the station, Kit finally spoke again.]

I'm not really sure why you let such comments get under your skin. It isn't as though your height makes you any less of a threat.

[Vincent himself had been adequately busy, rummaging through the bag for his croissant while maintaining a steady grip on the coffee in his other hand. it was a precarious dance he'd moved through many times in the past; only experience keeps things from tilting towards tragedy.

the look he gives Kit for having brought up that topic again is no less sour than before when he didn't have a sugary pastry in his grasp.]

They don't bother me. But it'd be stupid to let people keep saying garbage like that.

[they bothered him.]

You realize that doesn't make sense, right?

[He met his companion's sour gaze with a fresh-faced and pleasant one of his own, the sort Vincent usually wound up wanting to punch for all of its smugness.]

If you're not bothered by such comments, then it shouldn't matter whether or not people make them. For example, if I said...

[No.

Kit, no.]

...you have a short fuse. You wouldn't be offended by the play on words. But you are, aren't you? It's terrible that anyone would stoop so low! And you'd be completely within your rights to punch me in the ankle for that.

[well, there it is. the entire contents of his newly acquired coffee, blisteringly hot and something he'd been looking forward to, are launched directly at Kit's face without time to so much as blink.

really, who could've seen this coming?]

[In all fairness, Kit knew what he was doing and he expected retaliation. But poking Vincent to prove a point was a little like pulling a pin on a grenade and holding onto it to demonstrate its explosive power...

It was dumb.

Even managing to predict that Vincent would lash out, Kit couldn't completely avoid that scalding splash. He was fortunate in that it missed the majority of his face, but the hot liquid still splashed his throat and soaked immediately into the front of his jacket and through to his shirt instead, producing a loud hiss from the taller teen. Dropping his own drink, he scurried to pull off those top layers of his uniform, anything to get the liquid away from his flesh.

Stupid... Why did he do that? Why did he have to go and open his big mouth? He knew this would happen, too. Can't even be mad because he knew it and still went ahead...only had himself to blame...]

[Vincent, meanwhile, feels nothing but the more visceral pleasure upon his victory and the sound of pain it elicits. his face is practically glowing with the ugly smile of a man avenged; it's equal parts endearing and horrible.

he bends down to pick up Kit's abandoned coffee like some kind of rat, pouring its surviving contents into his own cup to mingle with the liquid that had managed to stay put there. he takes a sip as he watches the other boy perform an impromptu striptease, looking for all the world like he just happened to be enjoying some nice morning entertainment.

the scars were interesting, he had to admit. not surprising for the line of work he'd once been involved in, but there was always a certain allure to physical hints at past violence. what mistake had cost him those, he wondered?]

You can just tell everyone at school you were attacked by a gremlin.

[oh, now that's just mean. ruining his uniform and spitting back those unfunny jokes at him? it would've been better if he'd just punched Kit again.]

[More than even wringing out his uniform jacket or shirt, Kit seemed interested in procuring something from one of the inside pockets. He'd been fortunate this time. The way that Vincent's drink had splashed him had spared his left side. The pocket journal with the rose on the cover that he carried was unharmed.

For the most part.

A few pale spots of coffee dotted the sides of the pages, but it wasn't the sort of damage that rendered its contents lost or even warranted needing to get a new book. It was safe. More than even the redness of his skin or the multitude of his exposed scars, Kit only seemed to care about that.

...and then, with some humor, he actually laughed a little at Vincent's remark.]

I think I might do just that.

[The book was tucked into his pants pocket instead along with his gloves to spare them from any coffee stains, and then he wrung out his jacket and shirt before draping them over his arm. A wry smile was directed at the other boy when he was finally done collecting himself, but rather than lash out, Kit started past Vincent and lightly clasped his shoulder.]

Enjoy your double revenge. I'm going to be late now, too.

[hm. the dedication to preserving the notebook was interesting, although nowhere close to baffling. if he'd been in the same situation Vincent himself would have checked on the status of his lyric book before so much as considering the third degree burns. thoughts were precious. they were the only thing the world couldn't steal.

would he ever be able to see what was inside that little book? it was hard to say, but it was a courtesy that he himself had extended to Kit once. perhaps it would be repaid someday.

...the oddity of such a thought knocks him out of the pensive mood just in time. he makes a vague noise in the back of his throat, a little too loud, before he jerks his shoulder away irately.]

You say that like it wasn't a foregone conclusion.

[there was no way Vincent would be cooperative long enough for his companion to make his destination on time. it's a small wonder that he even falls back into step with him when the other boy finally begins moving once more.]

[It was only after confirming that his notebook was safe and moving to pass by Vincent that Kit allowed any signs of discomfort from his burns to show. It wasn't the first time he'd been the victim of scalding heat as several of the scars that ran up the length of both arms, across his chest, and over both shoulders clearly indicated, but even his familiarity with the pain could not dull its sharpness.

Returning to the dorm swiftly to wash and apply some aloe to the wounds would be in his best interest, but by the time it would take them to get from Hagu to Green Valley's dorms the worst of the damage would have been done.

He really needed to learn to carry medicine with him. He always had his lock picks, multipurpose tool, his knife, and always carried his journal. He was ready for most situations...but personal care, for some reason, was never a priority much less a consideration.

For now he would just have to focus on the subtle morning breeze and tell himself that it wasn't aggravating his wound so much as it was good for it. If it stung, it was okay. He could bear it. He'd endured far worse.]

You're probably right. But we'll miss my music class at this rate. I'm sorry...I'd really hoped to show it to you.

[having paused to take a wolfish bite out of his croissant, Vincent doesn't answer immediately. when he does, he sounds almost amused at the apology.]

Sounds more like a blessing than anything else.

[he still held that they'd probably have a more productive time learning music from a group of monkeys with percussion instruments than from beleaguered high school students.]

Guess you'll just have to try again later if it's bothering you that much.

[it's difficult to get a read on that comment because he's immediately downing a large gulp of coffee to help wash away the croissant bits still stuck in his throat. how professional of him.]

I suppose I will.

[Had he accepted the challenge? It sure seemed like it.

Vincent's education was none of his concern...but the other boy was one of the few people he seemed capable of tolerating, even despite his penchant for violence. Or maybe because of it. After all, that was something he understood.

They were of a similar spirit. It wasn't strange to want someone like that around.

Was it...?

About a block from the train station, Kit's meditation was interrupted by a loud guffaw from behind Vincent and him.

"Look who it is, guys..." The owner's voice was heavy and deep, but the unmistakable lisp suggested he was missing more than a few of his teeth. Even without looking, Kit knew who it was because he was the one responsible for knocking those teeth out. This wasn't good. And it was worse the moment he looked over his shoulder and confirmed Kurt wasn't alone.]

...you should go ahead. I'll deal with them.

[Somehow. With hands still badly damaged from his previous fight with the smaller boy, and with a large burn covering the majority of his chest. He'd...be fine.]

[the chimera coffee was finished somewhere along their walk and dutifully disposed of at the next trash can they passed. Vincent wasn't keen on having it pointed out, and was about to speak up on the matter when another voice interrupted before he could even start.

...hm. it wasn't surprising that Kit's past acquaintances would cross paths with him here. Hagu was a pit, after all. but as he turns around to face the interlopers properly, the other boy's attempt to run him off earns an amused snort.]

As if I'd let you cheat me out of another fight.

[as if it were entirely Kit's fault that he was too damaged to brawl the way they had previously only a few days later.

the remainder of his croissant is gently tossed back into its bag, which is placed safely out of the way on the stoop of a nearby establishment. straightening up again]

It's just picking up garbage, anyway. Not like any other people are here.

[his posture is equal parts aggravatingly casual and ready for a clash. everything about his stance was just daring these idiots to start something. give him an excuse. come on.]

Somehow, I'm not surprised by that answer.

[The ragtag group of four spread out before them, Kurt standing front and center, a young-looking teen wearing a bandanna nearest to the wall, and two burly middle-aged muscle heads circling around on the sidewalk to close in Vincent and Kit. The older of the beefy masses of muscle cracked his knuckles, his wraparound sunglasses reflecting his prey, while the younger of the pair dug a switchblade out of his pocket and flashed them both a nasty smile.

Tossing his belongings onto the stoop next to Vincent's bag of bagels, Kit positioned himself neatly at the smaller boy's back.

"Can you believe this?" asked Shades. "They think they stand a chance."

Switchblade just chuckled, and while Bandanna didn't seem to know what to make of the whole ordeal, he was still willing to be obedient.

Kurt clicked his tongue at them and slurred out a few more words.

"I owe you one, Kit. So I'm gonna mangle that pretty face. And your boyfriend's, too." He waggled a hand for Vincent to see, knuckles decorated with brass.]

I'm already late, Kurt. I'm afraid I just don't have time for this.

[Those words were like a gunshot spurring everyone into motion, all four of their assailants closing in at once, fists and feet flying, brass knuckles hammering down and switchblade slicing through the air...]

[if ever there was a wrong thing to say before engaging in a fight, Kurt had struck upon it on his first try. Vincent's face contorts into an expression so hateful that it's a wonder he doesn't strike the entire group dead from the force. it was going to be exceedingly difficult to control himself, so he discards the possibility of even trying.

it's pretty even odds, all things considered. two of them meant two each, easily manageable given the poor talent staring them down. much as he'd like to rip their leader apart for his unconscionable comment, there was history between him and Kit. the blade for him, then, and a meathead each. fine.

normal people might communicate some of this to their partner, especially one they'd never fought alongside before. but for whatever reason Vincent feels so strongly that his companion will just know the plan that he makes no attempt to speak at all, mind already rushing through possible strategies instead.

when all hell breaks loose, he can practically feel his blood on fire. dashing forward, he met Switchblade's attack head on, using his speed and slight stature to surprise the other boy and grab hold of his arm. rather than force him to relinquish the knife, however, he picks up both of their speed - ramming the blade right into the meathead who'd been charging in behind him. the screaming is musical.]

[Shades screamed, alright. But the one whose voice rang out the loudest was Switchblade's own. His little knife dug into his partner, but the sheer bulk of the older boy and his anger-induced adrenaline allowed him to fight through the pain and knock his partner away with the back of his hand. Teeth sprayed the concrete. There wasn't real loyalty between these cretins...and now Shades had it out for Vincent.

Large sausage-like fingers snagged the smaller boy by the hair and wrenched him unkindly toward the wall. It seemed he wasn't done crushing faces.

Meanwhile, Kit had his hands full dodging around Kurt's brassy fist. Bandanna hadn't made a move to attack yet, and every time Kit found his opponent driving the quiet boy into his blind spot, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. When would he join the fight? How would he choose to come at him? Would it be with a weapon or his bare hands?

The answer came in the form of the boy's bandanna suddenly sliding around his neck and tightening, a trap that slowed him down just long enough for Kurt's fist to cut across his face in a mean right hook...]

[no honor among thieves, it seemed. Vincent has just enough time to be amused at the thought before he finds himself slammed painfully against the wall. he's far more aggravated by his inability to dodge such a simple reaction rather than the oncoming danger - at least until he spies how the rest of the fight is going around Shades' prodigious bulk.

it wasn't much of a tag team if he allowed his partner to go down so early in the brawl, would it? and the idea of Kit owing him once again was certainly an alluring one.

those are the excuses that he'd come up with later. in the heat of the moment the only thought that crosses his mind was that there was absolutely no way anyone so disgustingly untalented was allowed to lay a hand on the other boy. he reacts almost instantly, using the way Shades is holding him above the ground to his advantage; with the wall as a brace he's able to give an extremely violent double kick right into his opponent's midsection. it knocks the breath out of him and - more importantly - sends him careening backwards towards Bandana.

it's absolutely worth hitting the ground as hard as Vincent does.]

[Vincent's quick and brutal timing sent Shades bulldozing painfully into Bandanna. The smaller boy hit the cement like a lead weight, groaning as his namesake fell free from around Kit's neck and to the ground. He wouldn't be getting back up again too soon, but Kurt was still standing and worse, despite the power in all of Vincent's stout but stacked frame, Shades hadn't fallen.

As if sensing the opportunity to pincer Kit between them, Kurt took another swing and Shades' arms flew forward to encircle him from behind. But after having fallen for that trick once already, Kit was prepared. He dropped between them at the last second and, despite the painful way his lungs were still burning, he managed to kick his leg out at the last second and unsteady the larger of the two brainless idiots.

A disgruntled sort of growl escaped Shades, but the sound was cut short by Kurt's fist slamming into his ribs with a violent crack, made all the worse by the larger man's weight falling atop those brass knuckles. And, unable to support the sudden collapsing weight of his comrade, both Kurt and Shades fell to the sidewalk.

Their pathetic descent was hardly worth watching, however. Already Kit's attention had migrated back to Vincent whom he'd seen fall earlier...and whose actions had saved him.]

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