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[There's a loud clatter as the feed clicks on, having been kicked into a nearby wall. The video is skewed for just a split second before focusing itself, angled up a little. It's inside some sort of building, dark but lit by the flickering of fire somewhere nearby.
There are two people in the firelight, visible from the shoulders up - Sho, and a tall, slightly blurry white figure, which just happens to be... skewering a marshmallow onto a stick.]
--called a battlement, actually.
Tower, battlement.... Who gives a digit?. [He pops an already roasted marshmallow into his mouth.] Both serve the same function on a structure like this anyway.
Perhaps. [He sticks that marshmallow-on-a-stick just outside the doorway to the battlement, carefully turning it.] Either way, this worked out conveniently, hm?
[Sho swallows the marshmallow, and goes to place another on his own stick.] Heh heh heh, absolutely. | | |
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Right, I should have done this earlier. But anyway. Sho here is a telepath.
He is capable of hearing the thoughts of everyone around him, and can focus in on one individual. He can only hear surface thoughts; he cannot dig into a character's mind and find out their deepest darkest secrets ... only if they're consciously thinking about it at the time. Furthermore, he is capable of imprinting memes or ideas on an individual if he so chooses. For those unfamiliar with the game, these memes will come up as unconscious spurts of inspiration that come out of nowhere. For example, if he were to imprint the first 15 digits of pi on an individual, they would recite the first 15 digits of pi without consciously realizing they were doing so until after they did. It's unlikely for Sho to use this, however I felt I should mention it regardless.
So I just need you lovely people to fill this out.
Player: Your name goes here. If you want to put a form of contact, that'll work too?
Character: Name and joural go here.
Telepathy?: Basically, are you okay with Sho reading said character's mind?
Imprinting: Can Sho imprint memes/ideas/what have you onto your character? | | |
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[The video cuts on to a certain Yoshiya Kiryu. Or at least, that's who it looks like, holding a pair of scissors in one hand.
He twirls his curl--the really big one--between his fingers. After a few moments, he starts straitening the curl out, as if to judge the length. And with a giggle, he slowly brings the scissor up ... and cuts it.] | | |
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[The video feed cuts on around 3:14 in the morning. Obviously it's pretty dark out, but it's still possible to make out the wall of a certain one story ranch-style house. And the focus stays on that wall for a good couple minutes until.....
SUDDENLY A VENDING MACHINE FLIES THROUGH THE AIR AND CRASHES THROUGH THE WALL.
Sho snickers, his grinning, marking covered face barely visible as he grabs the PCD and turns it off.]
((ooc: Composer and Co.™ includes Joshua, Neku, Hanekoma, Beat, and Rhyme.)) | | |
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[The PCD cuts on to video, focusing first on a pair of black pointed cowboy boots.]
For the love of Euler-- [The device quickly refocuses on a face all too familiar to some. Yes indeed, Sho Minamimoto is back from the grave. Again. And he looks none too pleased. And in pretty poor shape, skin unusually pale and voice hoarse..]
Who the factor stole my threads?
[And yet he still manages to be loud.
Yeah, that's all he's really got to say.] | | |
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[Sho is levitating in the air, sitting around the fire started in the apartments. He's using a broken branch from a tree to roast the whale he'd received from Feferi while whistling to the tune of this song ... Not that it'd be particularly easy to hear him over the crackle of the burning building.
Good times, Discedo. Good times] | | |
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[The video cuts on to Sho's grinning face. There's blood everywhere--smeared on and dripping from his face, some caked in his hair.]
Hah, guess I can't complain about this solution having already been derived! Can't really calculate how long I was gone, but it was still dull.
[Added 5 minutes later:]
DO ANY OF YOU HAVE SHAMPOO? | | |
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Any of you digits know if the bunker is still accessible or have the scientists been trying to cover up their tracks aga--Nevermind, I'll find that out for myself.
[His tone is less mocking, a little more serious than usual. He's got an idea and plans to take full advantage of the current state of the city.
There are two a quick, loud bursts of static.]
But the flowers. Besides that they're zetta hideous, anything useful you can add?
[Anyone around the museum will find Minamimoto snooping around.] | | |
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