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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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[ He'd...he'd mentioned Hell. If this person is that cognizant of their situation, then...
In the odd position of being both self-conscious (Second is clearly having an Evening, so Monarch's timing is poor) and super blunt (he can't think of any other way to put it), Monarch blurts: ]
Are you an Executor?
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Quite recently I have become one, but I am one all the same, yes.
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[ Except if he's already made the contract, why is this man.....? Is that something Monarch can ask? Being a new Executor is an emotional thing. How can he support someone the way he was supported? He's going to have to think fast. ]
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As he finishes cleaning himself off he's quick to readjust his posture, as if wanting to seem like he was never face-down in the gutter in the first place.]
It is a pleasure, Monarch. Have you been here long?
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.......Um.
[ Declines to immediately commit to calling out the elephant in the room! Atta boy. ]
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[Karamatsu blinks, his brow furrowing.]
What is it?
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[ He can't say it. He really can't. Can he? ]
Do you - know the way back?
[ He's a coward. ]
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[Why did he choose to come back into the seedy underbelly of this layer? Hell if he knows, maybe he just wanted to try to feel something.]
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Granted, Monarch thinks there has been a misunderstanding, but he chalks that up to probably being his fault and pushes onward. ]
...If you don't mind.
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[Karamatsu gestures for him to follow, glad that the one thing asked of him is something he can in fact accomplish. He does know the way back to the station at least...he thinks.]
Is this your first time coming into this part of this layer?
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[ Monarch had better shift the subject, to be tactful, or at least explain his presence in and around Avaritia. ] I have a job.
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Other than being an Executor?
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...I'd hoped it would help find the Authority, but I can't get a name....
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Well, the fact you are trying is something. But how would you know what it is you are looking for?
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By a considerable amount.
[ This is, um, an understatement. ]
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[Second that is probably extremely illegal, even in the afterlife.]
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[ do it, second
tell the dead twelve-year-old boy
to do a crime ]
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The way I see it, so long as you do not present that information publicly and keep it between us Executors...what harm is there in looking to see if there is anything useful?
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[ yes, let us do a crime ]
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[It's crime time boissss]
Do you think that is something you could pull off?
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[ Monarch nods. He wants to be of use to the mission! ]
I'll find what I can.