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event031.EXE

[beatofmyblood]

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darin

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

T-That's hardly old at all!

[WHOA THERE.]

If it makes you feel any better, I've been this size for a while now. My dad used to be worried that I wouldn't be able to fit in our home anymore if I kept growing!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[He slumps his shoulders]

You know how many people call me old?! Twenty four is nothing! Nothing! I'm in the prime of my life! I still have a good sixty years in me! Maybe seventy! Maybe a hundred!!

[He's by anime standards, clearly. Also, he is in very clear denial.]

I mean...so what if I'm the last of the Altways! I've still got time! Plenty of time!!

[beatofmyblood]

P-Please, sir, it's alright!

[He really does not know how to handle it. The estimates are a little shocking - he's coming from a time where people lived shorter lives than they do in the present, after all - but they're not his primary concern.

It's that his circumstances are disturbingly familiar.]

Even if you're the last of your family...you aren't alone. I'm in the same situation. No matter what other people say, what matters is your drive to live on.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[He whines.]

Oh come on, don't call me 'sir' that just means I am old.

[He sighs.]

But, I guess you have a point. My brother used to say that I had an obligation to survive. He always thought we were better than everyone else.

[beatofmyblood]

...I didn't mean to insinuate anything like that, but I suppose times have changed, haven't they? Sorry about that. Is "Mr. Altway" alright, or should I call you Darin?

[That's a bit of a concerning attitude for a brother to have - and one that definitely rings warning bells in someone like Jonathan, but he has no reason or right to assume anything about Darin's brother besides the fact that he may be a little self-important.]

I wouldn't call it an obligation, but I always resolved to live in a way that, if they looked down from Heaven, my family would be proud of what I've done.

dipper

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

[That is concerning, but...he can't delay this forever, and he'd rather not stay in this level for longer than he needs to. Besides, he's not going to be hung up by a fear of dying.]

That's true, but...well, if anything wants to attack us, I don't want you to be the first thing it decides to go after.

[cryptologic]

[ He opens his mouth - but, well, he can't really argue with that. And if there's one thing he's learned from his various ventures outside the colony, it's that he shouldn't pretend to be a fighter when he's not. Even if he couldn't really "die" in Cerealia, it would still hurt if a monster popped out and decided to munch on him. ]

Okay, fine. Lead the way.

[beatofmyblood]

[Jonathan nods at Dipper and starts walking, his expression turning grave. He needs to anticipate anything and everything so they both get out of here alive, but...well, that's a little difficult in his situation, so he's going to turn back to look at Dipper before too long.]

That being said, I would still appreciate your help. What sort of traps have you seen in levels before?

kazuya

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

[So he may clutch at where his kidneys would be after that statement, because holy shit that sounds terrifying. Then again, he...thinks he'd know if he'd lost one? Probably?

Actually, let's not think about that too much.]

I think I have a hold on my bearings for now, at least. Whenever you are ready, I wouldn't mind exploring a little.

mabel

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

[Oh gosh, he's embarrassed. Standards of manners really are different now, aren't they? If anything has become apparent in the short time he's been here, it has been that simple fact.]

Mabel it is, then! I'm at your service, Lady Mabel.

[This time, though, he's being deliberately grandiose, and he's going to ham it up for all it's worth. He bows with a flourish in front of her and glances up to see if she's laughing.]

[meowbel]

[Don't you mean that he's going to hamon it up? But as soon as she sees the bow, she couldn't stop giggling. In fact, she couldn't help but curtsy right back!]

Then shall we get going, Mister Jonathan? [She said before pointing to a door nearby] I think better hurry before our carriage leaves without us! You're the only one who can drive us out of here!

[Don't making her making beeping noises of a car!]

[beatofmyblood]

[Hey, those are barely even a thing yet! Have mercy.]

Yes, we mustn't delay! How else are we ever going to get to the ball?

[In all seriousness, though, he is going to open the door just a crack and peek around for any danger before heading through.]

mary

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

It was a reasonable question, at least. I suppose it isn't every day you see someone glowing.

[That's a bit of an understatement, Jonathan.]

...if you want, I can tell you more later. But do you get the feeling that something is following us?

[immobileyes]

... I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

[beatofmyblood]

...that means yes, then?

[Jonathan sighs, briefly stopping to look more closely at their surroundings.]

If our hunch is correct, then we should find our way out of here as quickly as we can manage.

[immobileyes]

...

So we should run?

hiro

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

[For a moment Jonathan just blinks at the man he's found in front of him - that slang is too far beyond his time, but soon he realizes that his chain has, indeed, been yanked, and it isn't actually December.

He is so fucking confused.]

My clothes?

[And that's when he looks down and realizes what he's wearing.]

My clothes...!

[theshiningone]

Your clothes.

[There's some poker facing going on as Hiro puts on a casually deadpan tone. It's hard to say if he's hiding his amusement really well or if he's genuinely this air-headed.]

You'd be a huge hit with the ladies. A beefcake like you is a walking fangirl parade waiting to happen.

[ONCE AGAIN IN THE DEADPAN TONE.]

[beatofmyblood]

[YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM.]

F...Fangirl parade?

[Is he blushing? He might be blushing just a little.]

I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm happily married.

[theshiningone]

... Awww! My bubble's been completely popped!

[There's a laugh from getting a small blush sticker out from him. He was a cute fellow, though... Hiro wouldn't want to go too far and make him mad with his trolling. He didn't look like the kind of guy to be on the wrong side of. Even if Hiro's biology wasn't human anymore... He knew never to underestimate them.]

Just relax! I'm poking some innocent fun at you... Anything to loosen up the tense atmosphere we've got here.

johnny

[beatofmyblood]

[continued from here]

[The polite giant of a man stretches out once he can see the light, and finds someone he immediately recognizes as familiar. He has no way of putting a name to a face, but it's striking enough that it gives him pause before he answers.]

Thank you...I think I know what you're talking about. You certainly have an apt name for it.

[In any case, his tone makes it clear that he has very little experience with technology like that.]

I saw it twice, actually. I don't completely understand how they did it, but I do remember it, yes.

[johnnyjoestar]

[The guy, when he finally climbed out of the bag, was eerily familiar, yet Johnny was certain he'd never seen the man in his life. Maybe it was his eyes- they were a lot like Nick's.

At any rate, he seemed to be new. Poor bastard. What the hell he'd been doing in a sack for dead bodies that had his name on it, only CERES knew for sure. The guy was polite, almost obnoxiously so, for someone who'd been stuck in a bag among a buncha hopefully fake dead bodies.]

I guess you're new then. They show that to everyone, but didn't make a lick of sense to me when I got here.

[How to explain this when he still struggled to grasp how it all worked.]

The short of it is something like... if we find the way out, we get back to the city; it's a sorta colony they set up here for everyone. I'll explain the rest when we get that far if you want. The people runnin' this place got a pretty messed up sense of humor, so I dunno how long we oughta stay here.

[He pulled out the slightly rumpled tag that'd been on the outside of the bag and held it up from where he sat in his wheelchair, high enough that the man could reach to pick it up.]

They seem to think you're Johnathan Joestar.

[beatofmyblood]

[Jonathan listens patiently, trying to grasp at least the basics - and as bizarre as this situation is, he thinks he's accomplishing that at least decently well. At the very least, he's grateful that he didn't have to figure things out on his own once (or if) he managed to escape the bodybag on his own.

That is, until a toetag is thrust towards him. He reaches down so he can look at it, and his expression immediately contorts into a mix of confusion and...disgust, maybe? Mostly confusion. For one, that cause of death surely isn't accurate, and he has no idea what half the terminology on the tag means, but there's one thing that's certain.]

They aren't mistaken. I am Jonathan Joestar.

[He furrows his brow. From the way he's talking, he's making it sound like there's some kind of mistake inherent in that.]

[johnnyjoestar]

[The confusion he could definitely relate to. He'd felt it himself over and over through the games they'd put him in at the start. People had tried to explain and he'd stubbornly ignored most of their advice. Not that he was always so charitable with his, but the guy seemed to get it. Or accept it. Same thing.

But when he spoke, it was Johnny's turn to wear an expression of open-mouthed confusion.]

The hell you are, I'm Jonathan Joestar!

[He'd blurted out the words before they had a chance to filter through his thoughts, but even then, he wasn't sure he regretted them. This guy, this giant mountain of a man was supposed to be Jonathan Joestar? It wasn't bad enough his own family wished he'd died, now he had some imposter who looked a hell of a lot more respectable than he did stealing his name. Great.

He narrowed his eyes before remembering the exact same thing he'd been asked after someone else had heard the Joestar name. He shook his head, wheeling back a step to give the man space.]

Your birthmark. If you're really a Joestar, then prove it.