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zerotohiro) wrote in estoria2016-02-27 06:33 pm
Entry tags:
- adrien agreste,
- anakin skywalker,
- athena cykes,
- byakuya togami,
- cao pi,
- chibi,
- chrollo lucilfer,
- dipper pines,
- england (arthur kirkland),
- genos,
- himeko inaba,
- hiro hamada,
- jaune arc,
- kashuu kiyomitsu,
- levi ackerman,
- merlin,
- milla,
- minato arisato,
- mitsuru kirijo,
- sakuya le bel shirogane,
- souji okita (hakuouki),
- yang xiao long,
- yu narukami
[Open] There's a Point Where It Tips, There's a Point Where It Breaks
Who: Everyone in Cerealia who figured out the code words for this meeting
When: Evening of IC 5/31, after Hawke's network post
Where: Sanctuary
What: "A pizza party" aka a meeting about the new masked figure that appeared.
Warnings: N/A, maybe some talks about what Alien-kun had to say, etc.
[It's evening by the time Hiro gets to the Sanctuary. Anyone who had seen him this morning will have spotted him with Baymax, both of them sans their normal armor and Baymax carrying what looks like a giant box. They had preparations to make, after all. He makes his way in and out of the building a few times but by the time the first of their guests arrive, everything's set up.
Upon entering the Sanctuary, Baymax moves to stand guard and collect your CereVice in a box at the door. Please don't cheat, he doesn't like when people aren't playing fair. In exchange for the CereVice, you will receive a form and a pencil before Baymax cheerfully waves you away.
Hiro's sitting on a table at the head of the lounge watching people come in. Hawke had promised these people pizza and cake (Hawke why) and he's delivering on that promise. The stack is about as tall as he is, more than enough to feed everyone who's shown up. He waits until a majority of the people show up before he clears his throat to gather attention.]
...uh, hey! [Well. That's a great, confident start.] I know this was sort of last minute and everything, but I really appreciate all of you coming by and actually listening to Hawke. [Sorry Hawke. But there's a grin which says he's more than appreciative.] I know you're probably here for free food, but there's a couple of things you should know. [Sliding off of the table, he moves to stand in front of what looks like a small mechanical box.]
When we all got back a few days ago, I started thinking about the fact that CERES can watch us from...pretty much anywhere. So I took some plans for something else I've been working on, improvised a little bit and created this thing. It'll deflect the signal from our implants and block them out completely as long as we're in this room. I've tested it out a couple of time already, the whole thing gets thrown off. It's...why I wanted to meet here! Because that sort of leads right to my next point.
[There's a small sigh as he paces the room, Baymax waddling after him. He moves back to the table he'd been sitting on to pull up the mask he'd been given a while ago.]
All of you probably received one of these either from that fortune teller, Aria, or it just showed up. And while we were out there? Some of you probably found the terminal like I did and spoke with a masked figure. [A beat.] I'm starting to realize that it told all of us something different, but the most important part is that it's with the Flamine Federation. You know. The guys who supposedly destroyed our planets. Baymax gave all of you a form--um. [And here he pauses, unsure if it's really appropriate to be ordering people to share information but then again that's what they all need. He's always believed everybody needs to be aware of what's happening.] Basically I guess just...answer what you can and tack it up on the board--[A gesture to a large bulletin board he pulled from who knows where.]--and talk amongst yourselves about what happened out there? Alien...the monsters, that weird altar? A bunch of you saw that, right? What was that about?
[Dear god somebody help him.] ...look, I tried. There's free food. This is about all I could throw together so fast before something else happens here. So...yeah. Let's just start figuring out what's really happening here, okay?
[Vague hand gestures? Vague hand gestures. He shuts up after that and sort of shrinks back into his hoodie, jumping back up on the table to hand out food and keep an eye on the room. All right, colonists. You know what to do.]
[ooc: Welcome to the info-sharing mingle! The idea behind this is for characters to ICly fill out this form (coded by the wonderful Fidgey/Katsura-mun) and have it displayed for everyone to view that information. You can post your sheet in your comment or link it to a post elsewhere in your journal, or even post it in the post I made that the form's posted into. HOWEVER this is open to everyone even if your character didn't speak to the alien and just wants to check stuff out! As a note: characters will start to feel sick after about two hours in the Sanctuary due to the frequency deflector. Sorry about that! Any questions hit me up via PM or plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Master List of Forms
When: Evening of IC 5/31, after Hawke's network post
Where: Sanctuary
What: "A pizza party" aka a meeting about the new masked figure that appeared.
Warnings: N/A, maybe some talks about what Alien-kun had to say, etc.
[It's evening by the time Hiro gets to the Sanctuary. Anyone who had seen him this morning will have spotted him with Baymax, both of them sans their normal armor and Baymax carrying what looks like a giant box. They had preparations to make, after all. He makes his way in and out of the building a few times but by the time the first of their guests arrive, everything's set up.
Upon entering the Sanctuary, Baymax moves to stand guard and collect your CereVice in a box at the door. Please don't cheat, he doesn't like when people aren't playing fair. In exchange for the CereVice, you will receive a form and a pencil before Baymax cheerfully waves you away.
Hiro's sitting on a table at the head of the lounge watching people come in. Hawke had promised these people pizza and cake (Hawke why) and he's delivering on that promise. The stack is about as tall as he is, more than enough to feed everyone who's shown up. He waits until a majority of the people show up before he clears his throat to gather attention.]
...uh, hey! [Well. That's a great, confident start.] I know this was sort of last minute and everything, but I really appreciate all of you coming by and actually listening to Hawke. [Sorry Hawke. But there's a grin which says he's more than appreciative.] I know you're probably here for free food, but there's a couple of things you should know. [Sliding off of the table, he moves to stand in front of what looks like a small mechanical box.]
When we all got back a few days ago, I started thinking about the fact that CERES can watch us from...pretty much anywhere. So I took some plans for something else I've been working on, improvised a little bit and created this thing. It'll deflect the signal from our implants and block them out completely as long as we're in this room. I've tested it out a couple of time already, the whole thing gets thrown off. It's...why I wanted to meet here! Because that sort of leads right to my next point.
[There's a small sigh as he paces the room, Baymax waddling after him. He moves back to the table he'd been sitting on to pull up the mask he'd been given a while ago.]
All of you probably received one of these either from that fortune teller, Aria, or it just showed up. And while we were out there? Some of you probably found the terminal like I did and spoke with a masked figure. [A beat.] I'm starting to realize that it told all of us something different, but the most important part is that it's with the Flamine Federation. You know. The guys who supposedly destroyed our planets. Baymax gave all of you a form--um. [And here he pauses, unsure if it's really appropriate to be ordering people to share information but then again that's what they all need. He's always believed everybody needs to be aware of what's happening.] Basically I guess just...answer what you can and tack it up on the board--[A gesture to a large bulletin board he pulled from who knows where.]--and talk amongst yourselves about what happened out there? Alien...the monsters, that weird altar? A bunch of you saw that, right? What was that about?
[Dear god somebody help him.] ...look, I tried. There's free food. This is about all I could throw together so fast before something else happens here. So...yeah. Let's just start figuring out what's really happening here, okay?
[Vague hand gestures? Vague hand gestures. He shuts up after that and sort of shrinks back into his hoodie, jumping back up on the table to hand out food and keep an eye on the room. All right, colonists. You know what to do.]
[ooc: Welcome to the info-sharing mingle! The idea behind this is for characters to ICly fill out this form (coded by the wonderful Fidgey/Katsura-mun) and have it displayed for everyone to view that information. You can post your sheet in your comment or link it to a post elsewhere in your journal, or even post it in the post I made that the form's posted into. HOWEVER this is open to everyone even if your character didn't speak to the alien and just wants to check stuff out! As a note: characters will start to feel sick after about two hours in the Sanctuary due to the frequency deflector. Sorry about that! Any questions hit me up via PM or plurk at
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Thanks for showing up. [It's clear he still wasn't certain how well this would work, especially given the kind of people in the colony.] I think all of us have been kinda on edge since we got back. Find out anything interesting?
[And while Hiro's doing that? Baymax may very well approach you to see what you're writing. Or he may be monitoring your eating habits. Who knows with him, please don't mind the hugs-a-lot-bot who's doing his best to keep things moving along.]
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[ She hasn't found anything else, although she is definitely taking notes herself. In decisively not Cerealian. ]
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—oh no, there goes his thought process. the cat ears on his head perk up curiously.
... baymax probably said something but all there is in adrien's mind is currently a mix of: crap, what was i writing and oh, it's baymax again (but this time he can actually get a closer look without him skittering off to hand out more forms) so... ]
... Sorry, did you say something?
[ this is still not what he imagined when he visualized hiro's "cool robot partner" but. still cool. and oddly cute? ]
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Especially when not a week earlier, he was warning Hiro's girlfriend about young men being 'overzealous.'His voice, though, sounds much friendlier:]You've done good work with all of this. [Chibi reaches in easily to grab a slice of pizza, fold it in half, and take a bite. Yes; clog those arteries!] It is interesting, the difference between how they approached different people with different masks. I wonder, then, what the different masks signify in their culture?
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The food is a plus, and while Minato looks as mellow as usual there's a bit of a frightening glint in his eyes as he greets Hiro and stares at the assortment of food in front of him.]
Great speech. [He looks down at the assortment of pizzas before taking one of every flavor, carefully stacking them so they flop over each other.] I didn't find anything else, but it's interesting that our masks aren't following us any more.
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"Our true face," huh?
[ this is a little bit concerning, considering his mask is covered in bloody handprints. oops. ]
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[Naoki'll wander his way shortly after his speech. His form is tucked away in his pocket for now--blank, because he didn't exactly talk to that guy that everyone else did.]
The speech, the--deflecting thing you've rigged up, all of it.
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[The Flamine Federation. There are a few things that do not add up, but the name itself sends a frisson of mixed dread and excitement through him. Finally, something is getting done; finally, Goddess willing, they are being pulled from this stasis. Sure, maybe they'll all die, but Chibi's come to terms with that. Probably. (Well, if he's being honest, not really, but what can one do?)]
[If there's someone examining his form, or even just the forms near it, he'll quip:] For a group that says they have no fear, they do like to hide behind a terminal. [A little joke for you, there.]
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his eyes find Chibi's form, though he doesn't know it is Chibi's form because the name is written in... some strange alphabet. curious!]
Oh. [speak of the devil. he turns when he hears the other man speak, knowing who it is immediately] Yes, they do...
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But of course he'd deciphered the code, such as it was. It wasn't subtle. And so of course he'd decided to attend and get a look at the forms . . . and at pizza.
Which he's never eaten, so you might catch him over by the pizza, looking it over with both distaste and confusion, and muttering (though definitely audibly so):]
Where are the forks and knives?
2: [Or you might find him looking a little less inept than that as he takes very thorough notes (in French, for those who know it) on everything relevant anyone says or puts on their forms. He is staring at you quite rudely, in fact. Hey, what's important here is information-sharing, right?]
3: [Or, after a couple of hours have passed and everyone's starting to feel . . . woozy, to say the least, you might catch sight of a few tail feathers sticking out from under a sofa, betraying that somebirdie's wedged himself under there in embarrassment.
He hates feeling sick. No, he's fine! He's okay! Don't look at him! Nothing to see here, move along, please.]
1.....
[Unless you're some kind of bougie pigeon, apparently!!]
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Hey, um— Sooo, about that altar. After checking it out and talking around a little, I'm pretty sure the only scraps that were found there belonged to like, spirits, or people who had ties to spirits. Who were also missing from the Code. Does anyone know anything more about that, or have info to back up that theory?
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What led you to that theory anyway?
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if his leather belt-tail accidentally brushes against you as he's a little bit too distracted on the words on the board, or if it looks like he's taking up a little too much space, he's going to offer the following as he scoots over: ]
Uh... whoops, sorry! Didn't mean to do that. Did you want to look at this? [ with a gesture of the head to the form he's currently in front of, reading intently. then: ] Where's yours, anyway?
[ otherwise, he's a little too deep in thought.
his pepperoni is going to drop on the floor. :( ]
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[With a self-satisfied look:] I've saved it. [And then he actually looks at the guy--]
[And raises both eyebrows. He has been looking for the one in the cat suit - the one with the damned... The one who got the Flamines to say CERES made them do it. Alright, now he has to ask.]
You are, ah, Chat Noir, I assume? [FRENCH CARTOONS, REPRESENT...] Let me first say I'm impressed how much information you got out of them.
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with beldum by his side for companionship (and silent, post-revival moral support), he posts his form where it can be clearly seen. otherwise he'll be hanging back, giving beldum idle strokes and not really speaking unless spoken to as he reads over each posted form. it's bee a rough few days, and whether he realizes it or not, it's taken a bit of a toll on him.
if anything, beldum will be the one to curiously approach, chirping inquisitively as if it's trying to start small-talk of its own. ]
There's so much more to this that remains to be seen...
[ said to himself, but loud enough for someone closeby to hear. ]
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[don't mind him coming up behind and overhearing as he reads all the forms and makes notes to himself - in ink, on actual paper, in Chinese, no less]
But reconnaissance is the first step in any campaign.
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[ athena can be found typing and recording everything on her AI necklace. so yes, there's a holographic screen floating right by her neck. she seems incredibly into what she's doing, too. only ever taking a bite out of her pizza (while using a fork and knife lbr) every few minutes.
when there's some silence, though, she decides to speak up. ]
During the CERES tours, Hawke, Miss Bulma, Mutsunokami, and I were brought to the dark parts of the colony. We faced those unbeatable creatures then, and Mosley saved us. So it definitely wasn't my first time there in that place.
I also have some metal parts from one of those creatures, if anybody wants to take a look at them. If they're coming here, we should at least try to find a way to beat them. So many people have died, and we can't risk any more lives.
As for the Flamine that was encountered, it refused to cooperate with Merlin and I, even after being threatened. It took all our money, though.
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You have done well to collect so much information about our potential enemies. Strange, though, that CERES would allow anyone to see these things, and even take them there.
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WOW MY INBOX ATE THIS I'M SO SORRY
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The notes, however, are in a quick, fluid Chinese script. Anyone who can read kanji would find it hard to parse, since it's an ancient dialect, but they're welcome to read over his shoulder and make fun of his so-last-century writing method.]
All things considered, I am not entirely surprised to discover this tie between our would-be 'rescuers' and 'enemies.' Perhaps I'm merely jaded by long years of imperial back-stabbing...
[It's one of few things he murmurs out loud to himself as he hoards all the info.]
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But he's not here to make catty judgments for once! Incredible. No, he's actually buckling down and trying to get to work here.]
Seems pretty par for that kinda thing, huh. Doesn't make it any easier to deal with, though...
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even if Zero hadn't asked him to come and be the channel for information, Chrollo would have come anyway. that woman had been far too obvious in her posting to discuss things, and all the information Chrollo can soak in, he will. everything to stay ahead of things. thank god there was going to be a place to speak freely now - no need to think about developing some sort of coded system to circumvent the surveillance.
for now though, if he's not reading the forms over with an intensity matching his desire to memorize, he's eating some of the pizza (fold your slices in half, or you're not doing it right), or finding someone who looks as though they're willing to talk before approaching them quietly with a question:]
Do you mind if I ask you some things?
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Hi. What do you need?
[ she pats the empty space next to her on the sofa. come sit down, chrollo. ]
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her form is naturally filled out and with the rest of them. she filled it out in a bit of a hurry but one can definitely catch the "Mar" written out and then scribbled over furiously with a pen before she wrote "HAWKE" in all capital letters. oops, someone almost revealed their first name to people. how scandalous. otherwise, it's filled out with her story and she didn't put any frills to it.
she won't be doing anything but people watching and eating pizza but you're welcome to approach the blood covered gal (okay, okay, it's just the nose but still.) her dog will be curled up at her feet snoring, if it helps any. she said she'd bring him, didn't she? ]
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Told you the favor wouldn't be life-threatening. [There's a gap-toothed grin following.] But you could have mentioned that you picked a fight with our alien friend a little sooner.
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Anyway, Kaneki fills up his form and it's as if he was never going to finish; he wrote everything he remembered to detail because he figures that's useful right? Probably. If anyone glances over his shoulder they will notice such a long testament, someone stop this guy.
But once he is done, kaneki will find a corner to sit and stay very quiet, trying not to be noticed. he doesn't eat or drink anything what so ever, simply remaining in his corner, listening to people, and thinking to himself would would it be a good time to leave because what is socialization? He fails at it. ]
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To approach...or not to approach...to approach...or not to approach.
Baymax doesn't give Hiro a chance to decide before he breaks away from Hiro's side to wander straight up to Kaneki and give a circular wave.]
Hello. I am Baymax. May I help you with anything? [Because clearly he's sitting because he's not sure what to do, right?]
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Turns out, he's right. Dipper fills out a form before perusing the others on the wall for interesting tidbits. He's not the most social at the best of times, but he's determined to get as much out of this as he can. It'll give him things to think about. It'll keep him distracted from thinking about...other things.
So he'll make an honest attempt to strike up conversation with others present, though said attempt may not sound particularly enthusiastic or put together. But hey, at least he's trying?? ]
Sooooo...Flamines, am I right? Pretty creepy, but also sort of, kind of cool? Or - not cool. I don't mean cool. Um.
[ Nailed it. ]
What do you make of them?
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Personally, I want to know their history.
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I'm going to assume everyone remembers the ghosts that attacked a month or so ago. What some of you already know, and what others may not, is that some of them actually spoke to me. They left a warning about what was beyond the wall, and they were afraid of it. I was asked specifically to not allow CERES to send them back into that area.
[She rolls up her left arm and indicates a spot there. Anyone with any kind of magical or spiritual sight can see a small glowing mark there, obviously different from Rei's own aura.]
I was also told that what was down there was worse than them and CERES. And given that entire area was utterly devoid of magic...and of any life energy? I can see what they were saying. [She takes a breath.] I feel as though the ghosts there were victims on the altar that we found. Ritual deaths often lead to some pretty horrific specters, and those definitely qualify. They were chanting about murderers over and over as well, so I don't think it's a huge leap of logic to guess that is the truth, or at least close to it.
They're related. Somehow.
[Finally, she takes a breath.]
Also, I don't know how many people saw what happened later on, but the altar was destroyed by another resident of the colony. It feels like that was a wise move, given what such things are used for, and the evidence of it's recent use involving blood. It may change nothing, there may be a backup, but it happened and it's worth sharing.
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[And that mark... He sees that mark on Rei's arm clear as day, but he'll ask what it is later.]
[After Rei is done, he'll approach her and say:] --So you noticed that it was void of life-force, as well. It felt like it had all been... I want to say sapped from the area, like it was unnaturally taken. As to who or what force did that, I wish we knew more.
My concern is that if the sacrifices were done in the name of the spirits, why were the spirits concerned with CERES specifically?
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Sorry today got busy!
It's fine!
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[He hesitates. It can't be true. That can't be what it means. Not his family.]
The ones there were traces of.
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hope this is okay gjfhdsgjhlgs
as if that's a shock. Between the revelation that all is really not as it seems, having to sit through an explanation of CERES' particular brand of punishment, and watching a man older than him (who calls him grandfather) die, he has mixed feelings on being here in the first place.Stewing in his own guilt had seemed the more comfortable option. But he'd promised Vietnam he'd do something about this (however much more helpless it seems after the fact), and the consideration that he not show up at all felt even worse.
He's been watching and scanning the room for some time now, gathering information as it comes, initiating conversation as little as he's able when he has nothing valuable to add, but Solo's explanation piques his curiosity. And despite every internal insistence that he doesn't want the answer...]
How do you know that?
YES BRING THE FEELINGS
GOOD (gym)
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Really... he's just here for the pizza honestly.
That's precisely why if anyone approaches him about his form he'll be stuffing a slice into his mouth and trying to talk at the same time... I'm so sorry. ]
What is it?
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Thank you Baymax, go back to hanging up forms.]
You're the guy who was with Athena, right? Merlin?
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His form is filled out to the most of his ability and dropped off. As much as he wanted to present what he has to say in a cute power point or illustrations, he oddly seems without any kind of visual aid. Perhaps it is for the best.
He cuts to the chase. ]
They told me I would have to pay the price if CERES didn't pay them back because "my price tag means I am theirs," and that they owe them "many worlds." I can only assume that means our homes. As many of you know, I have been rebelling against CERES for some time now and I am hardly anything close to being theirs. I'm insulted by Mask-san. May he get hit by a Toyota Corolla at some point in his life and suffer. [ ??? ]
To me, this was the most important information I gathered and I was wondering if anybody else also received this.
He did not seem interested in any of us siding with them.. [ ah, yeah. He tried to strike a deal with the Flamine, as bold as that sounds. ]
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[ Despite being eager to learn new information, Togami is apparently still not above casually insulting people who are offering information to him. ]
...Well, I doubt they have it either. Otherwise they could come collect their own debt.
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human sacrifice fun for the whole family
[It's still bustling when Chibi whistles as loudly as he can manage for people's attention. (At his size, that's pretty loudly.) He offered to relay England's recount of the altar experience, and it's as good a time to do so as any, is it not? That is, no time is a good time, but people need to know.]
[He stands straight and tall, the same way he would always stand when giving a sermon; he wonders if this is how Mina had to announce his death. There's a flash of guilt at the thought, but it doesn't last, eclipsed by a deep and restless nervousness dancing on the wall of his chest. After a pause, he starts to speak, voice authoritative as he can manage.]
I've news, as regards the altar. As it turns out, we've someone who was hired by CERES to be sacrificed upon that altar, and has since been brought back with memory intact. More specifically, some of you may know him as Arthur Kirkland. [Or the nation of England, but that'll become apparent in a moment.] CERES has placed a gag on his code, so he cannot speak of the matter on his own; he has asked me to relay his recount.
[It's here that a bit of emotion shows through; a grimace works its way across his features, despite his efforts.] If you have someone you love whose personal effects you found on the altar, or if you are uncomfortable with talk of blood, you may find it in your best interest to leave the room until I am done. There is a process to it, which is a bit... Gory.
[Okay, Chibi, this is going to be difficult; just push through. The distress leaves his face, replaced by something impassive, the voice of a quiet and uninvolved observer. With voice measured and steady, he reads out the entirety of this letter, word for word. At a point near the end - the point with the eyes - he has to stop, shut his eyes firmly, and take a breath before he continues. His Visions, for all their blood, were not so visceral as this; the feeling of such violence on his tongue is unfamiliar. But still, he finishes.]
--And that is that. As he said, he will likely be able to answer questions if written down; the gag is only on speech. If you cannot write for whatever reason, I will act as a relay to the best of my ability. [A quiet, small smile, something more in the corners of his lips than his eyes.] Good day, friends.
[Time for questions, now.]
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[Even like this, Kashuu can piece things together. Who that scrap of fabric Chibi was holding belonged to, and now, why that scrap was there in the first place.
There are some things that just refuse to click, though. He'd been warned about staying if he'd found something belonging to loved ones on that altar, but it would be remiss to overlook information just because of personal attachment, wouldn't it?
(He may be regretting that decision now, just a little.)
First, to England, there's a stilted:]
—I'm sorry. But thank you for doing this for us, and for finding a way to let us know. [Then, to Chibi:] And... thank you, for reading that.
[He'll write down his questions soon enough.]
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They're very... narrowly focused. I suppose they have powerful doctrine about contracts and so-called Maskbreakers. It doesn't give the impression that they're very independent thinkers...
[ He could be more anxious about being accused of being one of those so-called Maskbreakers, but honestly someone showing vicious killer intent towards him is not that new. He can take it in stride. Maybe he even likes it more than people embarrassing and annoying him. Like CERES!!1 ]
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Hey, Togami. Were you ever betrayed before?
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He'll find Hiro soon. First, he has to work on his own form. Though he's normally quiet, he's even moreso as he tacks it up. He's not forgotten that the alien threatened to kill him, and he imagines his friends won't be happy to find out, though he's calm about it. He brought about this fate for himself. He knew the risks. He accepts them. ]
The masked creature also made reference to children, saying that children break masks, and that when they do, they're killed, as an example for other children. It was hard to make sense of.
[ He pulls in a breath. ]
I've also spoken to Mosley-san. He had some interesting things to say about what happened to us while we were in the abandoned part of the colony.
[ Yu will recount this conversation, up through here. He leaves out of the recounting his own reactions to Mosley, including his offer of help. Not that he feels he needs to hide it - he's just only recounting what Mosley had to offer. ]
I don't believe we'll get a firm answer soon about why we were taken there. But I don't think he implicated CERES for no good reason.
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Second of all, that's definitely suspicious. I want to say that it's possible that CERES might just be frantically trying to repay their debts back [ first the gods and now the Flamines ] but I can't be 100% on that.
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