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Test Drive
Prompt 1: Amnesia
[ You woke up, all your memories having vacated you. Well, that sucks. But hey, no time like the present to go out and figure out things. Maybe someone in your smartphone contacts knows you or what's going on. You open up your smartphone's lock screen and-- hey, that looks relevant. Profile pages! It has your unit name, member names, but no pictures. . .
Well, the rest varies. This one says Likes: Industrial Strength cleaning products, Breakbeat hardcore, Volleyball shorts and Dislikes: Roombas, Electro-industrial, Maid Outfits. The next has a thrilling tale that concludes with the idol mud-wrestling God, though it doesn't mention if they won or not. The third says that the member became an idol because they want to use the television and media attention to get the notice of their long lost sister, and reunite their family. The fourth just has someone's three sizes. The fifth has a detailed astrological profile.
Since no one remembers their names and there's no pictures to match it to, this is actually less helpful than you hoped. And furthermore, the doors aren't opening until you and the rest of the amnesiacs on this unit tell it who is who. Looks like you and the rest of these people have to discuss which of you is more likely to have mud-wrestled god, and who joined because they really want to find their long-lost sister. Or you can just use the tape-measure that was left sitting on the main table of the center room, that might be a quick way to settle at least one of these things. ]
Prompt 2: Memory Regain
[ You saved up your points, performing in Games or Lives or Vids, something or other until you had enough points to put the order in.
You didn't really know how to expect a memory to look like, but as it turns out there's just an alert on your app. Once you click it, a playback starts-- on the screen, and in your mind. You remember something now.
However, in buying the cheap version, that just broadcasted to several other people's phones in the area as well as all screens in the area. Cool. That was definitely what you were trying to do. ]
Prompt 3: Game Time
[ Welcome to the Game Tower. Today's game is a sort of mad fake phantom thief free-for-all. You arrived, were given top hats and cloaks, and the inside floor of the tower had been remodeled to resemble an art museum, with a giant roulette wheel right by the elevator you exited. Below that was a little slot, where today's hologram host explained the wheel would spit out a slip with a goal just for you.
So you have a little slip of paper with a goal on it, and no way of knowing what anyone else's goals are, though you did see the big roulette wheel being spun at the beginning letting you know the some of the possibilities:♚Steal a heart
♚Steal a life
♚Steal an object
♚Steal a kiss
♚Steal someone's clothes
♚Steal someone's shoes
♚Steal a secret
♚Steal the giant statue from the center of the museum
♚Steal the portrait that depicts your true love
...well, waiting around isn't going to get you any points. Get to it, temporary phantom thief! ]
Prompts 4: Fanmail
[ Today, trying to take the elevators up from the lobby to access the apartments you and the other units live in just isn't working. Upon the doors being pried open, you found out why quickly: the elevator shaft was jammed up with fan mail, so it couldn't properly descend. Letters cascades out from between the open doors: letters from people who watch you play games, do lives, make vids, and probably all sorts of other things on those omnipresent cameras.
Are you really going to read these? Though right at your feet, a few have spilled from their envelopes. Now you can't help but read those. Here's one in purple glitter pen that says, jesus just come into my home and strangle me with your hair and one that is written with newspaper cut out letters (alarmingly reminiscent of a calling card written by a serial killer) that reads incongruently hello my soft best child ur good and valid and I love you forever plz be ok don't listen 2 the haterz u have done nothing wrong. Oh, and here's one asking if you can wear tighter pants for your next live, they want a better shot of your ass for their shrine. This one just says MARRIED?
Well, it's just as well you have no idea who those were for. Most this fanmail isn't for you. Except for the few that you just read, they're all labeled in envelopes for different people from all the units. Time to read other people's fanmail. Or try and find them and deliver the fanmail. Or just start a big fire in the middle of the lobby, you could do that too. ]
Prompts 5: Wildcard
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Ah, may I help you?
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He also has to be aware, too, that everyone else in here has their own mission. Some modest, some less benign.
Right. Focus.]
I wondered if I could ask you for a favor.
[ Err. . . he should ask plainly, too. At least about this bit.]
May I...hold your hand?
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Eichi will smile warmly at the boy.]
Hmmm, there's no need to be so nervous. I promise I won't bite. Unless your mission is to steal my hand from my wrist! Could that be it?
[And yet... he extends a gloved hand without hesitation. He has to put forth trust in others if others are to trust him!]
1/3
[Honest. Though if one is intent on completing such a gruesome mission, they might not be honest about such intentions, either. The ones responsible for this place deserve to be punished a thousand times over.
Regardless, he's relieved when the man does, in fact, extend his hand toward him, gloved or not. The hand it rests in happens to be rather unusual. While his left hand is undoubtedly human, his right hand is that of a white, scaled, claw. At least his grip is light.
. . . He may have told him it was fine to calm down in his own way, though Kija still feels somewhat awkward. He hesitates... because how is it possible for anyone to pull something like this off smoothly without being embarrassed!? But he finally does it! He moves in, and---!!
Kisses him through his gloved hand.]
2/3
3/3
I-I apologize for being so rude! I received a rather inappropriate mission, and so I am ashamed that I had to steal something like this from you. I am in your debt as a result. You may strike me if that will make up for this arrogance!
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A kiss on the hand of the Emperor. Appropriate. If anything, he looks even more content after the fact.]
Not to worry, all is forgiven.
And with that, you have fulfilled your task. What will you do now, I wonder? Would you assist me with mine?
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If it is something I am capable of helping aid you with, I would be glad to assist.
[And he certainly owes him that much.]
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[He laughs a little at that, then starting to circle the other young man, a hand on his chin as he looks him over. The clawed hand will be a problem.]
Well then, just close your eyes and hold your breath. I'll make it as quick and painless as possible.
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What could it be that he is supposed to steal? He's somewhat reluctant to comply completely, which troubles him. The other had listened to his unreasonable request with merely a joke.]
Do you mind if I keep my eyes open? If you need something from upon my person, I can merely remove it to make things easier. [Like his shoes] It is still stealing if I do not give direct permission, even if I choose not to give chase.
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[If he is to watch, then Eichi supposes he is. That could be interesting. He's never done this before!]
Very well. If you do not want to close your eyes, I won't insist.
[He sighs, pulling off his gloves to reveal... his own scaled and clawed hands. White, just like his new 'friend's! But it is both of them, and they are still shaped and sized like human hands, having been simply hidden by the gloves beforehand.]
It is a little embarrassing for someone of my position, though.
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The line of thought breaks up however when the other removes his gloves. He blinks at the hands that are revealed beneath.
Ah-- ]
You should not be embarrassed by your hands. [He's encouraging! Because that is what he is embarrassed about, right?] I think they are splendid, as are your wings. It creates a very magnificent picture, like someone from the heavens.
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[He's very much not from the heavens, though he does enjoy the imagery! And Eichi takes a step closer then, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder as his other touched at his cheek gently, as if to brush hair from his face.]
I am quite sorry for this, by the way.
[He goes in for a kiss as well, though his aim is for the lips... but that's not his goal. As soon as the other man seems calm enough, he wraps his hands around his throat and begins to squeeze, pressing his thumbs against the Adam's apple.]
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. . . Which is probably his mistake. He doesn't suspect anything else when those hands abruptly squeeze around his throat.
He-!?
Hands lift to the claws clamped painfully tight around his throat, and he struggles to force them away desperately as strangled sounds escape him in a desperate attempt for air. His human hand is useless, but his scaled claw attempts to dig into one of his own claws as he tries to drag it off him. In the struggle, he takes a step back, balance unsteady. His eyes water from the pain, his Adam's apple being crushed as his face turns color from the lack of oxygen.]
Nng--k!
[He can't even form words. All he can do is to claw at the hands that are literally choking the life out of him.]
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Now now, it'll be over quickly. No need to struggle, and then you'll be right as rain once more.
[Eichi is strong, but not inhumanly so, so he has to focus his pressure to the adam's apple, wincing at the pain of those claws.]
Isn't it better that it's you than someone else? We'll both win, this way.
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His movements weaken and the strength behind his hands disappears. Even his legs buckle after a moment, no longer able to support himself. He tries to force his eyes open, to fight for another last breath, but it's denied him. By then, his thoughts slow. The moment he falls unconscious he knows it will be over. Knowing that, however, does little to help him.
His hands slip from the claws that remain upon his throat like a vice and fall lifeless to either side of his body. At the same time, his eyes flutter once-- and then close. It's only then, as darkness closes in all around to claim him, that the pain disappears.
He doesn't die right away. But at least, while unconscious, he no longer feels it.]
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And once he feels the heartbeat stop, he lets out a huff of air, raking his hair from his face and then looking over his handiwork.]
Not bad for a first time, I think.
[Oh, did you think he WASN'T going to talk to the body still? This is Tenshouin Eichi and he's mostly talking for his own benefit.]
I do apologize for this being your welcome, but such is the nature of this world you've found yourself in. You've been a great help. I only regret not having exchanged names before I lost you.
[He picks up the body then, dragging him up against a wall and sitting him there, and then... brushing at his hair and clothes with his hands to make him not look so disheveled. He leans in after some time then to press a kiss to his forehead.]
Sleep well, friend.