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COUNTDOWN: FACES OF FUTURE & PAST 2.0

It's been 7 days since the first network post, and predictably for those who where here the first time, a second one makes it's appearance a week afterwards.

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.

...I am thou...thou art I...your chains will soon break away....
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. ]

Threaded | Flat

[It's dark, and the van is moving. All of their furniture is packed up - there's not much, but the boxes of books, the clothes, the videos... the little comforts of modern life that they've both grown to enjoy. He's been resting in the back, but scrambles up to sit between the two front seats, looking up at the young woman who's driving.]

['It'd be easier if you drove.' "Yeah, but I can't stay in that form all the time." 'I know. Maybe switch off at the next stop?' "Sure. Just give me a head's up." He stretches, and turns to head back into the mess of boxes.]

['Hey. Taro?' He looks up again, and she's smiling a little, despite not looking down at him. "Huh?" 'The next place will be better.' "Yeah. We'll be fine. I'm gonna get some more sleep, okay?" 'Yeah.']

[He smiles, and jumps back down to curl up on a pillow again.]

What is your name?
Taro Watanabe

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
It's just complicated

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I'm dead.
I've eaten the soul of a human child.

... EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK

[As he arrives back at Hakuren, Araya informs him that they have guests. Excitedly, she beckons him into a room not far from the front entrance. He follows, fingers adjusting to the temperature inside the building, the tips gently tingling as they warm up from having been too cold, but he feels a different sort of warmth when he finally glimpses the people who have been waiting for him. "Oh? It's you guys!"

A short boy with wide, honest eyes, wearing a bandanna and standing at the front of the small crowd is just as surprised as him. "You're from earlier! Fubuki Shirou...was you?" They'd given him a ride on their bus earlier that day without ever having asked his name, and he'd sat in front of this boy. It's a little funny that their paths should cross again so soon, but not everyone is so amused.

Next to him, someone raises their voice in objection. "You're the bear-killer?!" This boy is much taller, with fierce eyes, a hard-set jaw, and so much bravado that Shirou is completely unapologetic when he replies...

"Oh, are you disappointed after seeing the real thing?"]

What is your name?
Shirou Fubuki

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes, but only in self-defense or to protect my friends.

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I'm afraid of how far I'll go to be perfect.
It hurts more than I'll admit that they came looking for 'him' and don't really need me.

Shirou Fubuki ⚔ Marchosias: Bear-killer? The real thing?
Shirou Fubuki ⚔ Marchosias: ...
Shirou Fubuki ⚔ Marchosias: lol

[That's it. That's all that he has to say. Because clearly if he laughs it off he won't be uncomfortable anymore.

Yeah...that'll totally work.]

"Hello..."

[A young boy wearing a red cap and black sunglasses approaching a man in the lab coat, who was frowning for some reason.]

'P-Professor Sycamore...'

[The boy also frowned upon seeing the professor's face.]

"I have to apologize to you about Lysandre... I'm very sorry for the trouble he caused..."

"And I'd also like to thank you! I'm sincerely grateful for what you did for all of the Pokémon and people of this world. And by stopping Team Flare, you also saved Lysandre. I always knew that he desired a beautiful world..."

[The man then looks at the town they were in as he stared at the buildings around them.]

"And maybe someday the population of people and Pokémon will actually increase to where resources become very scarce. If someone acts out of greed in such a world, surely some will go without. If all living things keep acting that way, there will be nothing left at all in the end. Why, there won't even be anything left to steal, will there?"

[But as he said this, he then frowned again upon thinking about the said person.]

"But what I really wanted was for him to put his ego aside and lead everything to greater heights. I never had this discussion with him, though. So I'm partially responsible for this."

[If only he could talk to him once more, then maybe everything would be different.]

What is your name?
Augustine Sycamore

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I was partly responsible for Lysandre's descent into darkness because I'm not confident that my words will let him put his ego aside.
And despite I also want to stop his plans, I ended up on the sidelines and let my aides and Calem and his friends stop him instead.

['Sycamore'? If it wasn't mistaken, he guesses that that's the same name that he heard in his strange memory. Yet who was that young boy in his latest one?]

I don't know why, but I'm guessing my late night headache, these questions, and the name I never heard before is part of the countdown, correct?

So it really is following some of the same patterns as last time...I'm not sure if that's good or not.

Well...there are SOME new things. Did anyone else get an upgrade just now?

[He's referring, of course, to the fact that he's sitting on his bed wearing armor. He really hopes that, like last time, his mother will be frozen so he doesn't have to explain all of this. He isn't sure how to phrase it on the app though so he figures those that it HAS happened to will know what he's talking about.]

[The first thing he was aware of was pain. As someone who was no stranger to it, this was a new sort of agony, one that seemed to persist down to the very atoms of every single one of his cells. It felt like someone had peeled back each layer of his skin, stabbed through his muscles, broken all his bones, and then set him on fire for good measure. It hurt just to breathe, and for a few moments he kept his eyes shut, like a child hiding under a blanket as if it might protect them from the monsters in the dark. How foolish.

The second was the sound of someone crying. Someone dear to him, and that knowledge was enough to make him open his eyes, as painful as it was. It was bright, so it took his eyes a few moments to focus, and every so slightly he let his gaze drift towards the sound. A girl was sitting next to him, so painfully familiar yet he couldn't place her name. Once she saw him roused to consciousness, she smiled, brighter than the sun.

"Mukuro-sama." Her hand was surprisingly calloused when she grasped his hand, putting it to her face tenderly. "Welcome home."

It hurt to speak, but it felt like it would be even more painful not to answer. Softly, voice raspy and weak, he let out a laugh. "I'm home."]

What is your name?
Mukuro Rokudo.

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No.

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No.

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes.

Did you enjoy it?
Yes.

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
- As an illusionist, I had no idea I could make illusionary clothing.

- There are people I care about more than myself. It's a weakness that's been exploited again and again, but despite this I can't deaden myself to their suffering. I'd take their place in hell in a heartbeat if it meant they would be safe.

[Time's stopped... Morty has felt sick all day and now time has stopped. The freaky app is still on his phone (he's barely looked at it ever since that first time, out of sight out of mind). This time it won't let him ignore it, so he reluctantly grabs his phone...

He's familiar with pretty much all of these words, thank god.

He doesn't want to write his name, but he does. His finger moves on its own - and then it's not his name, it can't be, it--

his every muscle screams with strain and the man is laughing, with his eyes even when not with his voice, and he tells the man with the scary eyes to choose: abandon the group of children or offer one as a sacrifice - he throws the knife at his feet - and all is quiet, too quiet, too still; the man pulls the knife from the ground and turns to survey the children, tense moments pass and finally he approaches--

"Nagisa-kun, will you do it?"

and he offers reasoning, offers that though he considers the lot of them professionals, they still deserve a normal middle school life, and he has no need to accept the knife; but he does, he does, and gently grips the metal in his mouth as he starts stretching...

"I'll do it."]

Wh...what...? [Morty squeaks. At...at least there wasn't a bomb this time...]

What is your name?
Nagisa Shiota

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

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! Two makes it more fun!
I once accidentally made a guy fall in love with me while cross-dressing.
I really want my parents to be back together.

[And...yup. Yup, he's crying.]

this isn't any better than last time

how do i make it stop?

[ Red. It's everywhere. Seeping into his clothes, painting his skin. The sweet taste that lingers on his tongue brings a wave of revulsion making him sick. An anguished sound escapes him and he buries his face into the body in his arms. He clutches it closer, his shoulders shaking as he clings to the warmth quickly fading along with his heartbeat. ]

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What is your name?
Zero Kiryuu

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes.

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes.

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes, but only those on my Execution List.

Did you enjoy it?
It's complicated (but yes)

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I ate my brother.
I ate the mad ones before killing them.

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[ The tears fall before he even realizes they're there. The images still spinning in his head as he stares down at the answers. The deep rooted feeling of heartbreak mixed with loss is too much. Still too raw. ]

What.

What the Hell is going on?!

[ This time he's not so calm. This time he's not thinking so straight. ]

Edited 2017-06-25 09:02 (UTC)

[ A small child, ~~Kudo~~ Conan, laid resting in a hospital bed as Heiji stood a foot away from the end of the bed. The girls had just left the room, as Heiji intended, purposely getting white lilies that symbolized death in favor of recovery so that may correct his mistake. It was the only way to get time alone so that the two could discuss in private. Heiji's hands rested securely in his pockets as he towered over his recovering friend who conveyed his thoughts so openly.

"You fool, how can I say that to someone who cries and worries about other people's problems? I really want to quickly tell her everything and relieve her. Even so, I just don't have the confidence to watch Ran suffer as the time goes by.

So, Hattori, if you were me...what would you do?" ]

What is your name?
Heiji Hattori

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I keep my friend's true identity a secret from everyone we care about. We've been investigating to seek a cure to reverse the effects of the drug.

[ The way Conan spoke about Ran made it seem as though he held feelings for her, but that didn't make sense with his memories of Conan and Ran now. What was going on? His fingers were brought to his temple as he gently massaged his head. Were the memories the cause of his discomfort earlier? ]

Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: This must be part of the countdown.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: What's the intent of the questions?
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: They're much more serious. [ Personal, even. ]

Edited 2017-06-25 12:12 (UTC)

[He was seven years old and walking down a street at night, ignoring the girl his age who was following just behind him. She quickens her steps to catch up with him as she looks around with worry.

"Wait up Shinichi! I don't think we should be going to school this late!"

He turns around and looks at her with annoyance. "That's why I told you to go home! You'll get in trouble for sneaking out this late. I'll expose the monster by myself."

"But if you go by yourself you'll get eaten!"

He makes a derisive sound. "Stupid! There's no such thing as a monster!" ]

What is your name?
Shinichi Kudo

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes. A detective who corners a suspect with reason, and then fails to prevent that suspect from committing suicide is no different than a murderer himself.

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I'm lying to my best friend. She keeps asking when I can see her again, and I tell her I'm busy. But the truth is that I'm always by her side.

[Conan stares at the answer with complete confusion. Shinichi? That wasn't his name. But why did it feel so familiar? And why did something about that name make him feel sad? And that girl in the memory.... Why was something about her so familiar?]

This doesn't make any sense!

Edited 2017-06-25 13:06 (UTC)

[This situation wasn't good. He had to turn it around somehow and he knew it, but with this type of predicament...

Frustrating, really. A feeling that seemed to match with the one who stood besides him, white hair - eyes fierce and angry. Waiting for the right opening to blow the two holding the girl hostage to smithereens, but doing what he could to hold himself back. Like a literal ticking time bomb, he thought - and Yamamoto would have found it amusing if he wasn't ignoring the current conversation to formulate a plan.

"No choice, then..." He wasn't sure if this was going to work, but it didn't hurt to try, right? Make it sound convincing, like they'd given up. Fool them all, like one big joke only he was in on. His friend's protests disregarded, brushed aside because he knew what he was doing - or so he hoped.

"But we're not accepting such a one-sided deal. First, cure the girl's poison in exchange for the rain and cloud rings. Once you've done that, we will trust you and exchange the remaining rings for the girl."

Step one, and the most important - otherwise everything afterwards wouldn't work if they didn't agree. Even if the two members on the enemy's team had the upper hand, they were the ones with the rings. The least they could do was see the fairness in that offer.

"Damn you, Yamamoto! Do you have any idea what you're saying?!" The yell in his ear was loud, but his arm stayed firmly up in the air, blocking the dynamite guardian from doing anything too rash. A silent, but very clear intent that he didn't want the other to interfere.

He had this.]

What is your name?
Takeshi Yamamoto

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I almost jumped off a roof, once. I thought I didn't have much of a future if I couldn't do the only thing in life I was really good at.
I will do whatever I can to make sure my friends and family are safe, even if that means I have to put myself in harm's way to do so.

[There's no response afterwards for a good minute, until finally.]

Takeshi Yamamoto ⚔ Glasya-Labolas: This seems a bit much...

[The smell of murky river water and putrefied wood and metal stink the air surrounding the small boat as two men navigate precariously down the river. She looks up to the closet one, the man in the skull mask who makes her feel safe and the friendly boat driver, giving her a smile whenever he catches her looking at him. The boat driver turns to the skull-masked man with a harried look in his eyes.
'So you did the business did you +_%^#? I'm not one to speak against my betters, mind you, but if anyone deserved their fate, it was those Pendletons.' She knows what he is talking about; the time spent at the brothel the masked man rescued her from taught her such things but she had to be sure.
'What business are you talking about?' He at least has the propreity to look ashamed before blustering his way out of the conversation. The boat pulls into the occluded dock and comes to a stop. Two maids and a concierge approach but she only has eyes for the warm-hearted man in the mask. He extends her hand and she takes it as she comes ashore. The maid, her maid she comes to realize, speaks to her.
'Young lady Emily Kaldwin, I'm Callista. I'll be caring for you and schooling you while you're with us' Her face was earnest, trustworthy. Warmth blooms in her heart. Maybe things were finally starting to look up after so much darkness...]

What is your name?
Emily Kaldwin

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

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! Two makes it more fun!
I never wanted to be Empress
Some days I just want to call all the nobles of the Isles to one place just so I can kill them all off.

Emily Kaldwin ⚔ Andromalius: okay so ill address the whole thatness after i get this cleared up
Emily Kaldwin ⚔ Andromalius: whyyyyy does all this shit make my head feel like my eyeballs are going to pop out of my skull
Emily Kaldwin ⚔ Andromalius: and is this gonna happen every time?!?!
Emily Kaldwin ⚔ Andromalius: also yeah thats all bullshit and w/e fucking dammit
Emily Kaldwin ⚔ Andromalius: that mask guy has a sick ass mask tho

Edited 2017-06-26 00:07 (UTC)

[Good night. Zack.

Those words seemed normal, but it felt him with dread. It was cold. Pain was fading, but so was all feeling. Before he knew it, things went dark, and the answers were already filled out.]

What is your name?
Zack Fair

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group!
- I don't write to my parents very often.
- I wish I could have granted her 23 wishes.

[Blink. None of this made sense.]

When she sees the little boy's face she knows the truth immediately . . . even before he says anything at all. But she asks the question anyway -- maybe it's just pure, bare hope: "Where's Shinichi?"

The boy does his best to keep it light. He's just the messenger as usual. "Mm . . . he got a call on his cell phone. He's having trouble with his case, and he had to leave."

She knew that would be the answer, and still it hurts, rippling through her frame like the sudden strike of a mallet. "Oh." Her lips seem to move of their own volition.

The boy reads the shift in her immediately and pulls his tone higher in anxiety, scoffing as though it will help: "Shinichi-niichan is stupid! To leave Ran-neechan behind."

It isn't the first time. He's always going, always slipping away -- like a wraith or a phantom that can't be held, he slides away through her fingers, always with a tossed off, enigmatic excuse that says nothing about how or why, and certainly not sorry.

Maybe he isn't.

Maybe she's stupid. He asked her out to this place, out to this fancy restaurant that overlooks the city that two teenagers should never be able to afford . . . Maybe she thought it meant something.

She can't help it. Maybe it's self-pity, maybe it's anger, maybe it's grief -- for a moment it surges over her, all-consuming, and she can't look at the little boy beside her.

"H-Hey." He's still watching her, still trying. "Shinichi-niichan said --"

"Stop it." The words snap out before she can hold them back. She claps her hands over her ears like a child, pulling inward on herself, eyes pressing shut. She can feel tears burn in her lashes. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want any more excuses."

Her eyes are still burning as she yanks back into the present. As before, she gasps again softly as her head stabs with sudden pain, the withheld tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hands are shaking a little.

Looking down at her phone, she finds she's once again made selections in spite of herself:

What is your name?
Ran Mouri

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
Sometimes I'm sure he's lying. I want to trust him and believe he wouldn't. But sometimes . . . I'm sure he is, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to forgive him.

[the man is standing behind her now, but even with her gaze fixed steadfastly ahead Reimi would know him anywhere. his face is strange but familiar, correct and wrong all at once. she's never seen him before this moment - and yet she's waited fifteen years for no one else.

the air is electric between them, charged so much that even in the silence she expects sparks to leap into existence. the shift of her feet on the cement, the rustle of her dress' fabric pulled down to reveal the entirety of her back, each one feels like a tiny explosion. she's waited so long, but now that the moment has come it's taking everything she has to keep from screaming in fear.

"That's right...you're...Reimi Sugimoto." his words come slowly, but they are no less weighty for their tardiness. his tone is odd despite its level nature, caught somewhere between dread and...fondness, almost.

the facade of calm doesn't last, as she expected. "What have you been doing here for fifteen years!?"

if there had ever been any doubts in Reimi's mind as to his identity, the harsh grip she suddenly finds herself in erases it. even in a thousand years, she'd know the feeling of those cruel hands in an instant. he makes to pull her around violently, force those answers out of her, when - suddenly, he pauses.

"This wouldn't happen to be...the place where you musn't turn around, would it?"

she's been caught. terror floods her system - and Emily is finally freed.]

What is your name?
Reimi Sugimoto

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes, but he was already dead.

Did you enjoy it?
It's just complicated

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I understand why, but it still hurt to know that Little Rohan forgot me.
...I wish I could have stayed.

[her breath is short, tears welling up in her eyes as the transplanted fear keeps her chest heaving long after the memory has relinquished its hold.

this was what she was afraid of. even if they were only playing little games...stepping too far into this world had terrible consequences.]

Reimi Sugimoto ☸ Orias: reimi, huh? kind of sounds like how some of my relatives back in japan try and pronounce my name.

[this is so much here that's more relevant, but she can't focus on it. won't, not unless it's pulled forcefully from her.]

Edited 2017-06-26 06:10 (UTC)

What is your name?
2B

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes, over and over and over and over....

Did you enjoy it?
| No

-I'm not human.
-My entire existence is designed to kill.

Edited 2017-06-26 16:42 (UTC)

[She's a little girl. She sits in a cold room with nothing to do other than draw in her sketchpad. There's nothing else in there besides a chair, a mirror, and the drawings she and her companion have put up on the windows.

And then, out of nowhere, she collapses, and she knows she's not breathing. It's strange--she's seeing this almost from two perspectives: from herself on the floor and from the mirror. A boy in the room runs over.

"Yui! Yui!"

There's light from an open door, and then it closes. The boy looks over and runs over to try to stop it.

"Dad, Mom! Open the door! Something's wrong with Yui, open it again!"

But it's no use, and he runs back over to her.

"Yui, don't do this to me! You can't do this! Don't leave me alone, Yui!"]

What is your name?
Yui Kanzaki

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes, but I don't think it was my fault. I don't know. There was an explosion, and I don't know if I knew it would happen

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I think I'm dead
My brother would do anything to keep me alive

Where did all of this come from? I couldn't have done this!

[The memory he's given this time around is even harder to comprehend than the last, and it's likely because it's still a mere fragment of the whole truth.

This time he's standing back to back with three other individuals, but only one of them is angled well enough for him to make out. It's a boy about his age, with a slim white mask covering his eyes, and it's in stark contrast to the dark attire he's donned. It's an unusual outfit...and even more unusual is the sight of this stranger pointing a gun outwards.

It's then that he turns to discover the four of them are surrounded; and not only that, but surrounded by fantastical beasts that can't possibly be real. Ones that seem akin to mythological creatures of legend...

In quick succession, one of the beasts fixes is gaze onto him; a dog-like creature with two heads and a reptilian tail. Before he can react, a burst of flame erupts in front of and blasts into him. It's enough to throw him off his feet and knock him straight onto the ground...but strangely...while it is painful...the pain isn't as great as one would expect. And as he's laying there, a voice calls out to him...]

Yusuke...! Hey, Fox is down, someone cover him!

[And oddly enough, the first thought that goes through his mind is some slight amusement at the use of his real name first rather than the code one given to him. It does tend to slip out from time to time, doesn't it? Especially in more dire circumstances.]

What is your name?
Yusuke Kitagawa

Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No

Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No

Have you ever killed someone/something?
No

Did you enjoy it?
No

Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I've been a member of the Phantom Thieves for quite some time now.
Despite the fact that I can't forgive sensei's atrocious acts...I can't seem to let go of my fonder memories of him.

Well...there's quite a lot to address here, I must say.

Though, in addition to the last question, I'm also interested in the contents of the contract that appeared. That, and the images which proceeded afterwards...

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