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COUNTDOWN: FACES OF FUTURE & PAST 2.0
Some have tried to best the program, others have already tried to figure out more about it, but nothing has been working. Others might have warned the Unawakened, but ow they're finding out for themselves. Bringing the phone 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. Showing 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. Also possibly an asshole, from the way Luci has been taunting and abusing his posting privileges.
Saturday night rolls around and still nothing from the application. The news this Saturday is nothing special. The festival of the longest day went off without a hitch, although the population had trouble getting into nightly shelters due to too much partying. A higher amount of robberies during daylight hours than last year, but nothing to raise cause for alarm. The peace continues at night.
The warning bells of the nightly curfew ring across the city as a few people finish locking their doors for the night. Civilians are settling in for a late supper and preparing for work tomorrow.
Not you, however. The Unawakened have been victim to a damn headache building for the past hour and by now their ears are ringing. Food doesn't look appetizing and they feel an urge to go to bed early. Didn't the other people in the channel warn them it might happen?
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 now that your headache is gone andthe 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 it may happen in an instant, 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 it isn't. Yet as your hand moves to write your name, it gets replaced with other letters. Another name that tells you nothing. Somehow you feel like you should know it, 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! Two makes it more fun!
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: The network posts will now 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.
FOR THE AWAKENED: Awakened will be able to answer the questions again if they want. They'll also find themselves in their fancy new outfits and will able to summon their weapons during this time. Sweet indeed. ]
Lenka Utsugi β Eligor
01: shirou fubuki...
01: is it anything like your real name?
01: it doesn't sound like 'bear-killer'.
[When in doubt, go with something completely sideways from the deeper topics.]
Shirou Fubuki β Marchosias
And then it hits him. While he never saw the question, they admitted to answering something very similar, and their answer had been 7 just the same as him. Without catapults.
He smiles a little in the faint glow from his phone. Just a little. It doesn't last, because after a few moments more of reading that brief message he's struggling with not sniffling too loudly and giving his family cause for concern. He's relieved, though. That someone out there called him real and didn't sound too impressed by that title.
A part of him wishes he knew how to say thank you without admitting any of it bothered him in the first place. Though...maybe that's obvious by now after having sent some other replies?
He'll try not to think too hard about that as he types his response...and includes his number. There's an odd comfort in it now.]
9: A little, I guess...
9: Snow is a common theme between them.
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He hadn't read earlier conversation particularly closely, but from what he's seen so far just of the answers and his own experience... the second week is always upsetting.
He doesn't think he'll be able to help much, with his words, but he'll at least try.]
01: a little like me.
01: my names both have sky.
[He still doesn't know why. It's a strange sort of coincidence, and there hasn't been any time to dwell on it. It seems unimportant now, but...]
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9: I think.
9: Unless it isn't?
[Kouyuki likes the sky and the wind and the feeling of freedom that comes from both, but what if 01's name was something like his? Implying something unkind in the context of this app and its induced hallucinations. Calling him artificial.
He considers both of 'his' names. His real one, and the one this app has forced on him. Neither name is bad. He's always known what his own means, and he's never disliked it. In fact, before this app had appeared, he'd always thought it sounded a little festive and cute. More appropriate for a girl, sure, but he'd never let that bother him, just like he hadn't let the meaning bother him. So why is it so hard now not to be rattled by that meaning? Why can't he shrug it off the way he's always done before?]
9: Do you like them?
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01: it's okay.
01: they're important to me.
[Both of them are, even if he still can't quite reconcile himself with answering to everything Haruka represents, and Lenka is something he still can't entirely put into words. Like doesn't quite cover it, but he'll go with it.
At the end of the day, he can't bring himself to let go of either one. It's possibly a failing of his.]
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He doesn't want to be anything like a bear-killer, or to be as obsessed with perfection or so full of feelings of insecurity as Shirou Fubuki seems to be...
...but maybe he already is?
While he's never killed a bear before, he's always approached sports with an unrelenting and single-minded determination. He'd never say perfection is his goal, but constantly raising the bar and improving always has been. But they're not dissimilar, those things. And neither is his fear of accepting that Shirou might be as real or as important as him. Maybe he's more insecure than he cares to admit?]
9: How can they both be important?