013 ☀ Phantom Thieves, Magilou

[jokered]

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[spinatalltale]

[. . . honestly, she's about five seconds away from correcting him-- false! it is not just Magilou! it is I, the Magnificent and Malevolent Mistress, Mazhigigika Miludin do Din Nolurun Dou!-- but. then he introduces Yusuke as Yusuke, and that gets her to drop the dramatics immediately]

Uho. . . [because she does in fact know what that means. she links her hands behind her back, rocking forward on her toes a bit]

You're a lot bluer than I thought you'd be.

[OKAY. . .]

[bufudyne]

[good observation Magilou he's even wearing his blue button down today]

Hm?

[THINKS ABOUT IT]

Do you not like blue? [yusuke don't] It's said to be a calming colour, and it has generally positive associations. [yusuke stop] You--

[Colour theory kind of aside for the moment. He's scrutinising the choice in COLOURS for her CLOTHES.]

I can't tell at all what colours you'd prefer.

[jokered]

[snort.

magilou totally asked for this and akira's just going to let this happen for a minute because it's funny.]

[spinatalltale]

[Magilou asks for literally everything that happens to her tbh]

. . .

Purple and pink, actually.

[she is literally not wearing any of those colors what the fuck]

[bufudyne]

...?

[BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE MAGILOU LOOK AT YOUR CLOTHES!!]

You should wear those instead? At the very least, they'd match better.

[He's saying this with good intentions and not to be rude. Only way to learn about Yusuke is through experiencing... Yusuke...]

[jokered]

[yusuke's the best, someone has to be the eccentric one.]

She usually does, but I guess the bookskirt makes her stand out too much. Even for Harajuku standards, that would be weird.

[ann has taken him to harajuku enough to know the fashion there can be kind of wild.]

[spinatalltale]

[as though Magilou was not eccentric enough by herself!!]

Hey, don't insult a girl in ways she doesn't quite understand! That's below the belt!

[WHAT'S A HARAJUKU]

[and then, to Yusuke]

And I don't feel like wearing them right now, that's why. I like a little splash of something else sometimes, you know?

[bufudyne]

Bookskirt...?

[what anyway okay moving on]

Next time I advise wearing something with a neutral shade that will balance your splash of colours. I'm certain Akira will be able to advise you as well.

[Apparently satisfied with his advice, he goes digging in his bag...]

[jokered]

I think colors are more your strong suit, Yusuke...

[he feels like he's in the middle of a disaster, because getting these two on the same page feels like a Challenge.

especially since apparently yusuke is done and moving on, as ever.

uh????

he just looks at magilou and shrugs.]

I'm not sure my description of him could do him real justice.

[spinatalltale]

. . .

Eh. I like him.

[yep]

He's weird.

[y e p]

[also? she's totally sliding into the booth across from Yusuke, leaning over the table to peer in his bag]

Sooo. What are you doing?

[bufudyne]

I'm not weird.

[FROWNS

But all's okay since Magilou's interested in what he's doing. He's just taking out a pencil and flipping open his sketchbook, settling it on the portion of table she's not leaning on.]

I only saw it for a few moments before it disappeared, but I intend to capture that-- your-- [what was it] --your minion's image on paper.

[jokered]

[...naturally.]

You want to draw Bienfu?

[rip everyone because bienfu's ego is going to soar from that for sure.]

[spinatalltale]

[it sure is, because as soon as those words leave Yusuke's mouth, a ball of light rises from Magilou's body and turns into Bienfu! HE IS BACK]

[he lands on the table, paws. . . or hands. . . or whatever they are planted firmly on his hips]

Ooooh! I've always wanted to be the focus of of someones masterpiece! Oh, oh, make sure you get my good side! It's on my left.

[with a sigh, Magilou reaches out]

[plants her hand on Bienfu's hat]

[and button mashes]

[bufudyne]

[Oh there is his subject. Being squished.

Yusuke smiles a little, tapping his pencil against the open page of the sketchbook.]

I was reminded somewhat of Morgana [and he continues to be somewhat reminded, glancing from Magilou to Akira] so I think I'll sketch him in on the other side later to compare them.

[jokered]

...They are kind of similarly egotistical when they want to be.

[he says that in the fondest way possible, of course. he loves morgana and his ego. this is fine.]

Take your time... and then we can talk about everything else. [you know. like who magilou is, and bienfu and...

everything? maybe?

but also, to magilou:]

Stop button mashing.

[neyouze]

[ traitor ]

[spinatalltale]

Why? It's a good look for him.

[button mashing, she means. CONTINUES THIS COURSE OF ACTION TBH]

Bieeeeeeeeeeen! I'm getting d-dizzy. . .

[bufudyne]

Whenever you wish.

[Ah. Yusuke's glance at Akira says yeah I've noticed you've been kind of off lately but I figured we'd hear if there was anything. He's totally preoccupied sketching right now anyway he has so much time you don't even know.

His pencil stops and he frowns.]

Just don't let him get sick on my sketchbook. It'll ruin it.

[OTHERWISE GO AHEAD MAGILOU]

[jokered]

[akira makes a bit of a face of his own—of course they'd notice. even yusuke, often in his own world, is well enough in tune with his teammates that he'd notice that something wasn't right.]

...It's something that'll need your full attention, but it can wait.

[or maybe he's stalling? maybe akira is stalling a little which.

both yusuke and magilou probably will both be able to notice.]

[spinatalltale]

If he does get sick on your sketchbook, I'm not buying a new one.

[MAGILOU. . . but okay, she finally stops, and Bienfu-- dizzy as he proclaimed to be-- immediately collapses onto his back, his eyes full of swirls]

[Magilou's gaze flickers towards Akira at his response, before she leans over the table again, one hand pressed against the side of her mouth like she's trying to hide what she's saying. . . only she's speaking in a perfectly normal, easily audible fake whisper]

Hey. That's him stalling, by the way.

[she figures Yusuke already knows, but THIS IS A CALL OUT KURUSU]

[bufudyne]

I understand.

[HE GETS IT, he doesn't even have the good graces to stage-whisper back to Magilou, pretty sure Akira heard anyway.]

I'll just finish this...

[He adds a few quick swipes and then he closes his sketchbook, putting it away in his bag with his pencil. Okay. Folding his hands on the top of the table, he looks between the two of them very attentively.]

[jokered]

The callout wasn't necessary, you know.

[don't do this to him? he's feeling attacked right now???

especially because now that yusuke is being attentive, he doesn't entirely know where to start.]

...Where do we even start with this.

[spinatalltale]

It wasn't necessary all the times you did it to me, either.

[how do you think she felt!!]

[at any rate, she settles back into her seat]

Well, I can start us off.

Once upon a time-- [the "once upon a time" is unnecessary Magilou] -- there was a deserted island, on which forty-two people awoke one sunny, beachy day.

And a few days later, the Chiefs of that island instructed them to kill each other, for the right to leave the island and return to their homes from which they were unceremoniously yanked.

[bufudyne]

[Yusuke's at once... visibly confused.

He furrows his eyebrows, looking to Akira like he might be able to make this sudden, well... whatever this is make more sense.

Deserted island? People woke up there? They had to kill each other? The delivery is kind of puzzling as well, but he won't interrupt and he'll lean back slowly in his seat with his hands dropping down to his lap instead.]

[jokered]

[it's not like he can blame yusuke. it's a ridiculous idea in theory, something that likely seems completely implausible. after all, it's not like even a day has passed where akira hasn't been right where he belongs.

to yusuke, at least.

to akira, he has five weeks of life, of wear, of trauma and other things that still weigh heavily on his heart. akira can only nod in response to yusuke, and though he looks at him directly enough—he avoids direct eye contact. even with magilou telling some of the story, there are parts to this that akira can never reconcile, even now.]

Forty-two people, mostly from different worlds and times, brought together in a "game" of both trust and betrayal. Trust the right people, and they would guide everyone home whether or not the game killed them, nobody outside of it the wiser to these happening. Trust the wrong ones, and they'd never be able to return.