[The first thing that he sees is the text from his brother.... But Ciro doesn't need it. Not with the contract immediately blinking into existence, as if it had only let him see his brother's message as a courtesy. Perhaps it doesn't matter in the end. All Ciro can do is stare at that calm piercing blue- ]
["Ken Joshima."
That same blue, the blue of his left eye, is focused lazily on him, and there's that relaxed confident smirk on his face as he says the name. "I think that'll do for his new alias this time around," he continues. "What do you think?"
All he can do in turn is sigh. "...Is that meant to be a joke, then...?"
"Oh? Don't you think it's fitting?"
"Fitting or not... Whatever you name us, it is who we are."
Nothing but satisfaction at that answer, and that mismatched other eye opens to focus on him as well. He doesn't say good, but it's in the air... Or so he likes to think. "In that case... You are Chikusa Kakimoto."]
[The answers on the screen are filled out before he's even realized his hands have been moving.]
What is your name? Chikusa Kakimoto
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 no)
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise! I'm wanted by both the Italian Mafia and law enforcement. I sacrificed the rest to keep on living.
[And that's it. No response, no alarmed reaction, no questions. On the other end of the line, all he can do is stare dully at the screen.]
Chikusa Kakimoto ☸ Astaroth
["Ken Joshima."
That same blue, the blue of his left eye, is focused lazily on him, and there's that relaxed confident smirk on his face as he says the name. "I think that'll do for his new alias this time around," he continues. "What do you think?"
All he can do in turn is sigh. "...Is that meant to be a joke, then...?"
"Oh? Don't you think it's fitting?"
"Fitting or not... Whatever you name us, it is who we are."
Nothing but satisfaction at that answer, and that mismatched other eye opens to focus on him as well. He doesn't say good, but it's in the air... Or so he likes to think. "In that case... You are Chikusa Kakimoto."]
[The answers on the screen are filled out before he's even realized his hands have been moving.]
What is your name?
Chikusa Kakimoto
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 no)
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
I'm wanted by both the Italian Mafia and law enforcement.
I sacrificed the rest to keep on living.
[And that's it. No response, no alarmed reaction, no questions. On the other end of the line, all he can do is stare dully at the screen.]
[He doesn't feel like himself at all.]