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COUNTDOWN: I SEE YOU
The warning bells of the Nightly Curfew ring across the city. There's a faint hum from the phone this time before the icon appears. This time it displays a time: 1:00AM
The rest of the night is normal. Perhaps you've cuddled up with family, or you've gone to bed early to wait, but sure enough, time tick by right until 1 in the morning when....
You're back into that application again. A single question before you're even permitted to type anything else. And while it seems to be overwritten by something inside of you, it feels a lot more natural than before. Which is, truthfully...troubling.
But then something happens...
WƎ☹C!ERROR!OMƎ ▒ O ▒ HƎ FIN⟡☹ QUIZ!!ERROR!!ERROR!
⟡nƧwƎ!ERROR!r from ▒ hƎ hƎ⟡r▒ , ▒ hƎ p⟡r▒ of you ▒ !ERROR!h⟡▒ h⟡Ƨ bƎƎn dƎniƎd for f⟡r ▒ oo ☹ong.
Is your ☹ife here ⟡ ☹ie?
YƎƧ | DƎfini▒ Ǝ☹y | ƧurƎ | I'vƎ hd my !ERROR! doub▒ Ƨ bƎforƎ, bu▒ yƎƧ | HƎ☹☹ YƎƧ | ▒ hƎrƎ iƧ no o▒ hƎr conc☹uƧion | I wiƧh I cou☹d dƎny i▒ nd ☹ivƎ hƎrƎ pƎcƎfu☹☹y !ERROR!bu▒ i▒ 'Ƨ ▒ ruƎ.
▒ h⟡nk you...!ERROR!▒ h⟡▒ wi☹☹ bƎ ⟡☹☹. ☹Ǝ▒ uƧ ƧƎƎ wh⟡▒ your hƎ⟡r▒ b☹oo!ERROR!mƧ in▒ o...
I SEE YOU.
⟡nƧwƎ!ERROR!r from ▒ hƎ hƎ⟡r▒ , ▒ hƎ p⟡r▒ of you ▒ !ERROR!h⟡▒ h⟡Ƨ bƎƎn dƎniƎd for f⟡r ▒ oo ☹ong.
Is your ☹ife here ⟡ ☹ie?
YƎƧ | DƎfini▒ Ǝ☹y | ƧurƎ | I'vƎ hd my !ERROR! doub▒ Ƨ bƎforƎ, bu▒ yƎƧ | HƎ☹☹ YƎƧ | ▒ hƎrƎ iƧ no o▒ hƎr conc☹uƧion | I wiƧh I cou☹d dƎny i▒ nd ☹ivƎ hƎrƎ pƎcƎfu☹☹y !ERROR!bu▒ i▒ 'Ƨ ▒ ruƎ.
▒ h⟡nk you...!ERROR!▒ h⟡▒ wi☹☹ bƎ ⟡☹☹. ☹Ǝ▒ uƧ ƧƎƎ wh⟡▒ your hƎ⟡r▒ b☹oo!ERROR!mƧ in▒ o...
I SEE YOU.
What had just happened? Before you can think about it for too much, and as your heart beats faster, the screen returns to normal, and another message flashes.
Well shit. Lets try this again. Answer from the heart, the part of you that has been denied for far too long. DO IT QUICKLY!
Is your life here a lie?
Yes.
Sorry lambs, this time we can't kid around...
Is your life here a lie?
Yes.
Sorry lambs, this time we can't kid around...
Once you are done, you are tossed once more into the main chatroom. Is fear rising? Is your heart beating faster? There's a lot more at stake now it seems. Fortunately, your user names are the names that you wrote down in the last survey, but with all those questions it's....hard not to think of them as your own. Maybe you'll be cursing at this device, but it looks like you're already deep down the rabbit hole by now.
And now...something's might be looking right back.
[OOC: This is one of the final network post before Awakening. ALL Users will now be able to speak of who they are in their AU life without the information being blocked by the application.
Additionally, while speaking, Applenet might spazz out, like above. If this happens, a random painful memory will hit both Awakened and Unawakened (please warn if the visions are graphic for other players). They might find themselves writing down things afterwards regarding the memory (for example, getting shot, they might write down the pain they are felling, etc) and regretting it. This can happen up to 5 times per user.]
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So he is reading our minds....
Hey kid, you're way to calm about this.
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What alternatives are there? Rash actions won't help anyone.
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Its good you don't let your fear rule you.
[ His battle oriented morals say yes...but his dad instincts say no... He words his next sentance carefully, deleting it several times.]
Putting unnecessary stress on yourself won't help anyone though.
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[No he won't.]
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We're all literally getting visions of people dying. I think you're allowed a little emotional distress over this revelation.
[ Or you can bottle it all up until you explode into a heedless murderrage but thats a Guts Original and hes not sharing. ]
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[His team arranges themselves out on the field, confident, ready... perfect. But Kidou's not watching from their center like he should be. The number 10 jersey is hollow this time, with him forced out on the sidelines. His ankle still twinges a little, but only when he puts his weight on it completely; regardless of this, Kidou's standing on the sidelines, just outside of the field. Out there, Teikoku fights. Without him.
The whistle blows. Zeus takes possession of the ball. Their team surges forward with unreal agility, leaving his team behind and ruining them when they close anyway. Hissatsu after hissatsu causes a relentless assault - Sakiyama, Jimon, Sakuma, Henmi - they're nothing in its wake. Midfield is flattened within seconds. Before Kidou's horrified eyes, his entire team is destroyed. With a flurry of wings, Zeus' nightmare forward takes to the skies, and yet again rains death down on Teikoku's goal.
It's over within minutes. Teikoku's goal is a deep gash into the ground, fire pooling as molten rock as it settles. Genda isn't moving. No one is. Not one single member of Teikoku is left standing... except for him.
And all Kidou could do is watch it happen.]
It can't be... It just can't be! Was it because I wasn't there, that they're all... I can't stand seeing this!
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[ He trails off. Maybe.. a vision? Or something elsel....
Maybe...the context doesn't matter. Gut's certainly wouldn't want to share anything he'd seen that been that distressing. His next words come in intervals. ]
Terrible things can happen. All the time really. Sometimes its your fault and sometimes its just..I.
Pretending its ok won't fix it. You can't make it stop it from happening just by pretending your in control. That can be just as bad as being afraid.
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[What does he even say. His first instinct is to get defensive, or bristle, or shut off everything entirely. He has to think about how to approach this.]
I didn't realize I wrote anything.
I won't say things are okay right now. That would be denying reality. But allowing for fear only allows for a lack of clarity of thought. Nothing can be stopped in the future if we're that distracted.
[What was that about 'don't pretend you're in control'? He missed that memo completely, how do you do this.]
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[ He is not that gullible. The sudden switch in emotions says more then any admission would. ]
I ain't found of repeating myself but I'll say it again, You can't control your future. You keep bottling yourself up like that actin like you can, you're gonna end up hurtin people.
You don't gotta change overnight kid but you gotta take a step back sometimes.
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The words hit him harsher than he'd expected, reading them over again. 'You can't control your future'. He wants to believe so desperately that he has control over that. He can be something else. He has to be. But the sharp claws of that memory are still hooked into his heart and throat, providing an instant example of what those words mean. What he did later, with Gouenji's encouragement...
That hurt people. His attempt to take control of the situation again...
Kidou swallows painfully, shoving that firmly aside as best he can.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[But is he going to act on it? Probably not. He can't possibly afford to.]
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[ A pause, and then. ]
You should go destroy something. Scream at the sky for an hour. Kill a man. Always helps me get those memories out.
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.. nor is he letting go of this.]
You kill people for stress relief?
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[Aw fuck. There goes his good role model status. ]
It's a bit more socially acceptable where I'm from? I'm a merc! Killing people is...was?..my job? You know those middle ages they teach you about in school! Nobody bats an eye when you a kill a guy there.
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I don't want to think about a world where killing is socially acceptable.
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[ Not "its morally wrong" its "asking for trouble". Gut's worldview is a funny thing.]
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I can't know that for sure when it was a suggestion you made.
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I don't kill civilians anyway. Women and children and stuff. 'S not my job.
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we dont do that
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[Now for revenge, it would be different. But Guts isn't so greedy to kill innocents for money. ]
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and also probably break my hand but id try :(
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