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Nice to NEET you [OPEN]
1) Arrival | Casino
(Note: Limited first-come first-serve to 1 player introducing Kara to the idea of Executors/bringing him back to Limbo/etc, but anyone can respond just generally otherwise)
[Coming to to the realization that "hey, I'm dead actually" should be a much more upsetting revelation than it is. It's not a good thing to realize, no...but for reasons he can't explain, it feels less like a horrific coming to understanding and more...familiar. Expected.
What sense does that make, he wonders?
Unfortunately, it's a revelation he has entirely alone. He finds himself at a train station platform, just so happening to awaken a few minutes before the next train is due to arrive. With no understanding of what's happened to him or memory of anything else besides, he chooses to try to take the train to see if it will bring him to wherever he's meant to go next. Only...he isn't allowed to board it. Only "Executors", he's told, before the train leaves him with no other choice but to walk deeper into the layer, right into the heart of Avaritia itself.
It isn't long before he realizes that the afterlife has the same stupid stipulations as when he was alive, meaning his truest enemy is something he'll never escape: capitalism. With no money on his person and no ability or desire to make any, he's unable to buy food much less partake in the undeniable allure of the gambling nature of the layer. Memories or not though, he's still a Matsuno...]
N-n- non non non, you- you misunderstand! I have no malicious intent, I will pay you back! If you would be so generous as to allow me a few more coins to try aga- hhgk!-
[If you're able to suffer through the racaous noise of the pachinko machines, you might notice a strangely dressed man(???) being held up by the throat of his collar by a much burlier spectre, red in the face with anger. Whatever sort of deal this guy has made with him just to be able to taste the sweet nectre of gambling has certainly gone awry...as it tends to do when you lie about having luck that you simply don't.]
2) Bar
[By this point, "Second" has been brought up to speed as to what's going on here, more or less. And...he's still not sure it makes much sense to him really at all. Having gone from realizing he died to being throttled to becoming an Executor in a matter of hours has been more than a bit disorienting, but one thing he can at least be thankful for is the fact that he isn't alone. At least, not alone in the sense of true loneliness. These people are strangers to him in a technical sense, but they seem to be more aware of the situation than most others here. Strangely willing to help provide him with basic necessities, food, probably a little money so he isn't killed again...
He doesn't understand why the generosity fills him with such an intense feeling of loneliness, but it does. It's reflex, then, that brings him to one of the bars in the city. Not that he has enough money for even a single drink, but he can at least recall enjoying this particular vice as much as pachinko. Thus, he's here.
...sitting at the bar with a glass of water, pretending that it's something it isn't, like whiskey. Maybe nobody will call him out on it.]
3) City Streets
[As soon as Second leaves the bar, it's as if the entire bottom drops out of the sky.
People are left scurrying to get off the streets because as much as some don't even mind walking around in the light drizzle, this is way different. It's a deluge that basically requires you to be indoors, to which Second immediately attempts to do just that.
Only to remember that, right. He didn't leave, he got kicked out. Something something loitering without paying and annoying the customers by existing WHATEVER- there are more bars, he'll just have to find one that can tolerate him long enough for the rain to stop.
But a lack of memory of a lot of things does not change the awful way that he is, and within an hour every establishment down the street is disallowing his entry. By now he's so soaked through it doesn't really matter if he finds shelter or not. Still, it would beat standing out here miserable, so he pivots to look for somewhere else to go...only for one of his stupid boots to slip in a heavy puddle collecting near the gutters, sending him toppling chest-first onto the side of the street with a startled cry. And there he lays...a dirty, sad, broke little man that has already been kicked out of nearly every functioning business on the street because people can't stand him that much.
He turns his head to the side so he can huff a laugh to himself, his face half-submerged in the puddle.]
Hah...so this is Hell.
(Note: Limited first-come first-serve to 1 player introducing Kara to the idea of Executors/bringing him back to Limbo/etc, but anyone can respond just generally otherwise)
[Coming to to the realization that "hey, I'm dead actually" should be a much more upsetting revelation than it is. It's not a good thing to realize, no...but for reasons he can't explain, it feels less like a horrific coming to understanding and more...familiar. Expected.
What sense does that make, he wonders?
Unfortunately, it's a revelation he has entirely alone. He finds himself at a train station platform, just so happening to awaken a few minutes before the next train is due to arrive. With no understanding of what's happened to him or memory of anything else besides, he chooses to try to take the train to see if it will bring him to wherever he's meant to go next. Only...he isn't allowed to board it. Only "Executors", he's told, before the train leaves him with no other choice but to walk deeper into the layer, right into the heart of Avaritia itself.
It isn't long before he realizes that the afterlife has the same stupid stipulations as when he was alive, meaning his truest enemy is something he'll never escape: capitalism. With no money on his person and no ability or desire to make any, he's unable to buy food much less partake in the undeniable allure of the gambling nature of the layer. Memories or not though, he's still a Matsuno...]
N-n- non non non, you- you misunderstand! I have no malicious intent, I will pay you back! If you would be so generous as to allow me a few more coins to try aga- hhgk!-
[If you're able to suffer through the racaous noise of the pachinko machines, you might notice a strangely dressed man(???) being held up by the throat of his collar by a much burlier spectre, red in the face with anger. Whatever sort of deal this guy has made with him just to be able to taste the sweet nectre of gambling has certainly gone awry...as it tends to do when you lie about having luck that you simply don't.]
2) Bar
[By this point, "Second" has been brought up to speed as to what's going on here, more or less. And...he's still not sure it makes much sense to him really at all. Having gone from realizing he died to being throttled to becoming an Executor in a matter of hours has been more than a bit disorienting, but one thing he can at least be thankful for is the fact that he isn't alone. At least, not alone in the sense of true loneliness. These people are strangers to him in a technical sense, but they seem to be more aware of the situation than most others here. Strangely willing to help provide him with basic necessities, food, probably a little money so he isn't killed again...
He doesn't understand why the generosity fills him with such an intense feeling of loneliness, but it does. It's reflex, then, that brings him to one of the bars in the city. Not that he has enough money for even a single drink, but he can at least recall enjoying this particular vice as much as pachinko. Thus, he's here.
...sitting at the bar with a glass of water, pretending that it's something it isn't, like whiskey. Maybe nobody will call him out on it.]
3) City Streets
[As soon as Second leaves the bar, it's as if the entire bottom drops out of the sky.
People are left scurrying to get off the streets because as much as some don't even mind walking around in the light drizzle, this is way different. It's a deluge that basically requires you to be indoors, to which Second immediately attempts to do just that.
Only to remember that, right. He didn't leave, he got kicked out. Something something loitering without paying and annoying the customers by existing WHATEVER- there are more bars, he'll just have to find one that can tolerate him long enough for the rain to stop.
But a lack of memory of a lot of things does not change the awful way that he is, and within an hour every establishment down the street is disallowing his entry. By now he's so soaked through it doesn't really matter if he finds shelter or not. Still, it would beat standing out here miserable, so he pivots to look for somewhere else to go...only for one of his stupid boots to slip in a heavy puddle collecting near the gutters, sending him toppling chest-first onto the side of the street with a startled cry. And there he lays...a dirty, sad, broke little man that has already been kicked out of nearly every functioning business on the street because people can't stand him that much.
He turns his head to the side so he can huff a laugh to himself, his face half-submerged in the puddle.]
Hah...so this is Hell.
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With his present worries of his mind, Second has little issue with letting Beast lead him from the casino towards the station he previously couldn't-
Wait.]
Hold on...I doubt they will allow me to board the train. They expressed that only "Executors" were taking them. The only reason I am in this city at all is because it was where I first came to.
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[ He looks up from his phone and smiles ]
Oh that will not be a problem. I'm an Executor and you're with me, after all.
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[It sounds, uh.
Scary.]
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Lady Rei will be able to explain it better when we meet her but essentially it means we're the guardians of Purgatory. Our main purpose is to make sure souls pass through the after life safely and that the ones who become Revenants are dispatched of before they can hurt any one.
[ He materializes his harp again. ]
This is the weapon I was granted when I became an Executor - what you saw me do back in the casino is one of the few spells I can do with it at the moment. Powers let that let us do our job properly.
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The music.]
What made you choose to become one? Was it simply for this power, or did you want to truly become a guardian of...Purgatory?
[While Second isn't an entirely good person by any means, it doesn't mean that he's intentionally being an asshole in saying he's not entirely sure he wants to devote himself wholeheartedly to something like that. If he's as dead as he's thinking he is, what does he have really to motivate him to try to guard much of anything? He at least can recall a very specific desire to not want to pursue anything resembling a career in life...
Maybe that's why he ended up here.]
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[ He mulls over this for a moment, considering his words carefully before speaking again. ]
I feel... you will understand more when you meet Lady Rei yourself but... let's just say for now that my fatherly instincts kicked in and I wanted to do what I felt was right.
[ In other words... ]
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Well. Beast has already seen first hand how Karamatsu tends to...handle things.
What he felt was right...]
There is not much else for me to do beyond see what this is about for myself, at any rate. Perhaps I will then be able to carve my own path.
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They're at the train station now and Beast boards without a second thought. Neither of them are bothered now as they do. ]
Well, it won't be forced on you either way. We offer it to other eidolons we find - ah, that's what you are by the way, a specter that has become aware is an eidolon and only eidolons can become executors. But while we offer it, it is just that: an offer. What we do can be dangerous and we would never expect someone to do something that they don't feel comfortable doing.
[ He leans against the wall of the train as it moves, crossing his arms in front of him. ]
That said, I believe that being together and working as a group is what helps us regain our memories and sense of self faster. Since making the contract I have remembered much more about who I was in life... so if that appeals to you at all then it's something to consider.
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Really though...specters? Eidolons? What ever happened to just purgatory, heaven, and hell? He's pretty sure he's never heard terms like these bandied about in the living world...but then again, it's not like he ever really paid attention to anything that might send him into an existential crisis.]
You make it sound like there are quite a lot of you.
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[ Because a bunch of them now have just. Gone missing. But he's not. He's not going to dwell on that! He's already tried to look for the kids and if he worries himself anymore about it he'll just... make himself sick and scare off others. ]
I lose track of the number easily but it's over 10. Around 13 or so, perhaps? [ He has not met Sharp Object Boy yet. ]
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Do new ones show up often? I may have gotten lucky in finding you- [No, Beast found YOU] -but you are the first to really have any idea that things here are amiss other than myself.
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[ He pauses for a moment, turning away and staring out the window. ]
...When we first awoke [ well when the others did, he was a slightly late arrival ] Lady Rei was the only Executor and she had been alone for a very long time... so even the fact there are as many of us as there are currently seems to be an anomaly.
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He glances away himself, reaching out to put his hand on something secure as the train rumbles along. Why is he suddenly getting the strange feeling he might be a "last resort" choice...
BEAST AIN'T GOTTA KNOW THAT THO]
To be honest, I am mostly glad to see I am not as...alone as I first thought. I would not have known of there even being other places to go to otherwise.
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Truthfully that is why I'm glad I came across you when I did. This sort of thing to difficult enough to deal with when you're not alone.
As I said, we will not force you to do anything. [ well the game narrative will make force you to become an executor but hey that's just ooc ] But whatever it is you chose to do you need not be alone anymore.
...Ah, I nearly forgot. Do you recall a name yet?
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Second. But it does not...feel correct, entirely.
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They often don't. They're mostly just placeholders after all.
Either way, it's nice to meet you Sir Second. I'm--
[ He pauses. Wait. Shit ]
Mmm, actually it's a bit complicated but I am actually in the process of deciding on a new name for myself. For now you may call me Beast, but it may not be my name for much longer.
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Heh. For the time being, then, Beast.
[He's not salty the afterlife gave him a cooler sounding name at all]
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Beast is not sure what it is but there is something about this guy that both makes him want to ruffle his hair and also fight him. Weird!
The train comes to a stop in Invidia and so Beast makes his way off. ]
This way. Our destination is not too far off.
slides into frame with the mario pipe noise
Ah, Beast and... [ ............... she didn't get this new arrival's name, huh ] Um, anyway... thank you for bringing him here!
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Hellpurgatory. If nobody ever found him, he would have just assumed that the city he awoke in was all there was, an eternal grind of gambling and bar hopping and...basically not much different than the way he used to live his life, actually. As far as he can recall, at least.That said, his attention is fully on Rei for the moment and now Invidia. He can get his bearings later- the main thing he gathered here was that "Lady Rei" is very important so he'd better make a good impression.
Figures she immediately isn't sure how to handle meeting him since she has no idea who the fuck he is.]
Call me Second, Mademoiselle.
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Hm.
Maybe, just maybe... this was a mistake. ]
...You're quite welcome dear.
I have explained what I could, but perhaps you would like to take over filling him in while we head to the mansion?
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I'll do my best to explain everything on the way back to the house... and if you have any questions, I'll do what I can to answer them!
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Mm...Beast has told me much the same: that you would be the best for explaining things. So...I suppose just start from the beginning?
[Preferrably not using words that are too complicated.]
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[ That's... about as simple as a summary of this situation can get, anyway. ]
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