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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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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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Should we be able to "pass on" once this issue has been fixed?
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[ She looks a little guilty over her own inability to give him a straight answer. But she powers on, regardless. ]
That's why, right now, there's a group of us who've woken up and we're making our way down as far as we can go to try and fix things. It's not easy, but... there's not really much else we can do.
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Oh dear. Well, maybe this is a silver lining. There's a non-zero chance he'd be for sure going to heaven anyway.]
That makes sense enough, I suppose. Though I am not certain how much help I can be personally...
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[ She gives him a hesitant little smile. ]
If you want to fight alongside us, then I can give you the power to do that – you can become an Executor with us.
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...what must I do to become one?
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Well... you just need to agree to become one. And then I can grant you that power.
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Or, what he hopes to be the winning one.]
Then...I would like to become one, if it is all the same with you.
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Yes, of course. So long as you're really sure?
[ She's gotta ask, okay. ]
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[ As usual, Rei pulls her sleeve down to uncover her Executor mark, which begins to glow as soon as it's exposed to the air. For a moment, none of them can see anything but a white haze in front of their eyes – then with a flash, it dissipates.
Contract established.
With that, you're free to claim both your freebie starter power and you also have a free Memoria Regain, and a free Idea to use as you'd like! ]