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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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I'm sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen.
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[Because other than the censoring, he hadn't thought much of how it might be messing with their communication. He supposed it was all anonymous anyway, but if it was on their phones, this might pose of a problem if the app ever decided to start sending out gibberish from his actual number.]
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I was being forced to relive something much like the questions have provoked before, but this time with unexpected side effects.]
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[It's a lie. By this place's nature, what it has done to all of them, he knows it is a lie because this is not the Mukuro Rokudo with all of his memories intact. That person has, not once, ever let such words leave his lips and meant them honestly. Apologies meant he was in the wrong, or weak, and so he had never said them. Not even when his or Ken's bodies were broken, pushed to their limits with their blood smeared across the floor, had Mukuro ever apologized for the actions he had done while possessing them. Then again, neither Chikusa or Ken had ever asked for them nor wanted them.]
[Whenever Mukuro did feel as if he had done them wrong somehow- a rare occurrence, with his pride and their devotion- 'apologies' were made with actions, not words. At least, so Chikusa has always wanted to think. Even with how much of his thoughts and emotions the other boy has always tried to keep hidden away, all these years together must mean something, right? So he wants to think that the occasional boost in allowance or particular bit of gum for Ken or any other little thing is with reason.]
[Maybe he's delusional. Maybe they were simply to keep him and Ken complacent. If that's the case, then really, someone as intelligent as Mukuro should know better. They made their decision years ago, and don't need anything else, not even a home to return to, so long as it means they are of use to him. With what he knows of the future, too, means it's true.]
[That's just salt in the wound that's been freshly opened; he doesn't need it for his heart to ache right now. The fact of the matter is that, either way, Mukuro Rokudo would never apologize to him like this...]
[...And, even as a lie, seeing those words and his name together like that twists a dagger inside of Chikusa. For years, now, although perhaps in more recent ones especially, he has known there are a lot of things he wishes Mukuro would give him that he will not receive. Will never receive. But what can he do? He made his decision a long time ago, and it was to stay with Mukuro and Ken for as long as his useless body could be forced to.]
[It's yet another fault of Ciro's, he thinks. Chikusa himself had long accepted this, even if the weight of wanting suffocated him, that his desires would never come true. Except maybe that's not entirely honest... Maybe it's only partially Ciro's fault, with his soft life and the emotions he wasn't scared of feeling.]
[Maybe it's that with so much he had surrendered to the life he lead, the intimacy of an apology that could be true is something he had never considered, and the hurt is made anew.]
[Eventually, he manages an answer again.]
It wasn't you. It's likely the fault of what has compromised the app.
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In that case, it might be best to leave the conversation here for now until this is fixed proper.
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I still mean what I first said.
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