[The longer this goes on, the more confused Lonán gets. Nothing about this strange app behaves normally. He isn't a programmer, of course, but it seems too detailed, too intelligent, to be something a human could code. It knows when their information is personal enough to identify them, and it knows when to hide itself. It makes no sense. It's exciting, having something to drive himself crazy over.
And then, inexplicably, there's quiet. A day of nothing - it's fourteen days, now, until what, exactly? They get no clues, nothing - and he feels ill. A building headache. Lonán skips helping out with the gardening club, skips dinner, skips an outing with some of his teammates. Some cold medicine and a lot of rest and he should be fine, right?
It's two in the morning and the app is doing something again. He reads with some interest, ready to add more pieces to the puzzle in his head. ...Still no answers, only more questions. He doesn't hesitate to sign the contract; it's just something to do before getting to the meat of the new happening. The letters change - who is that? What could that mean? He continues.
And his mind retreats into another memory that isn't his. A man in sunglasses with a small mustache laughs, claiming this place would soon crumble, and that they'd all be caught in the destruction of the world. He flies away by jetpack, his robots not far behind him. He sees himself direct three people to take the skulls and follow the man, and they respond--
Glory to the Mask.
He stumbles to the ground, murmuring something about his sister's death. The same three people he'd sent away, accompanied by a young woman, shout at him-- Jun-kun! Open your damn eyes!
Who...who is he? Who?
A voice echoes from somewhere in the temple: You are Joker... Kill... Kill... Kill...
Yes...that's right. He is Joker.]
What is your name? Jun Kurosu
Do you think the future is unavoidable? No
Do you consider yourself a bad person? Yes
Have you ever killed someone/something? Yes
Did you enjoy it? It's complicated (but yes)
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like bonding we promise! I still hate. Part of me wanted it all to burn. It was never purely about creating an ideal world - some of it was just empty vengeance. Vengeance that hasn't gone away. I still dream of my hands around his throat, and it isn't always a nightmare.
...What...?
[Lonán stares at his answers. None of those sound anything like him. Good God, especially not killing someone. What the hell is going on?]
Something is wrong. This isn't me.
[This isn't fun anymore. Confusion and dread blend somewhere deep in his gut. He recognized one of the people in that flashback. And...all of this about killing people, about enjoying it. Jun Kurosu. What...who...is he? Who is Joker?
He doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts and phone anymore. Thankfully...he isn't. He's not so thankful for the fact that it's his brother.]
Jun Kurosu ⚔ Shax (also action for Romulus/Okuyasu)
And then, inexplicably, there's quiet. A day of nothing - it's fourteen days, now, until what, exactly? They get no clues, nothing - and he feels ill. A building headache. Lonán skips helping out with the gardening club, skips dinner, skips an outing with some of his teammates. Some cold medicine and a lot of rest and he should be fine, right?
It's two in the morning and the app is doing something again. He reads with some interest, ready to add more pieces to the puzzle in his head. ...Still no answers, only more questions. He doesn't hesitate to sign the contract; it's just something to do before getting to the meat of the new happening. The letters change - who is that? What could that mean? He continues.
And his mind retreats into another memory that isn't his. A man in sunglasses with a small mustache laughs, claiming this place would soon crumble, and that they'd all be caught in the destruction of the world. He flies away by jetpack, his robots not far behind him. He sees himself direct three people to take the skulls and follow the man, and they respond--
Glory to the Mask.
He stumbles to the ground, murmuring something about his sister's death. The same three people he'd sent away, accompanied by a young woman, shout at him-- Jun-kun! Open your damn eyes!
Who...who is he? Who?
A voice echoes from somewhere in the temple: You are Joker... Kill... Kill... Kill...
Yes...that's right. He is Joker.]
What is your name?
Jun Kurosu
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes
Did you enjoy it?
It's complicated (but yes)
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like bonding we promise!
I still hate. Part of me wanted it all to burn. It was never purely about creating an ideal world - some of it was just empty vengeance. Vengeance that hasn't gone away. I still dream of my hands around his throat, and it isn't always a nightmare.
...What...?
[Lonán stares at his answers. None of those sound anything like him. Good God, especially not killing someone. What the hell is going on?]
Something is wrong. This isn't me.
[This isn't fun anymore. Confusion and dread blend somewhere deep in his gut. He recognized one of the people in that flashback. And...all of this about killing people, about enjoying it. Jun Kurosu. What...who...is he? Who is Joker?
He doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts and phone anymore. Thankfully...he isn't. He's not so thankful for the fact that it's his brother.]
...Rommy?