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...]
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.
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.
[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.
[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.]
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]
[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.]
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.
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.]
[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.
It turns out there was a group of people given the specific task of murdering everyone on the island. Called "Sirens," they were told that if they didn't kill, then the volcano would erupt and everyone on the island would die.
That was a lie.
[. . .]
But they didn't know it. And so, one by one, they started killing the people on the island. For every person they murdered, another would die as well. The rules of the game mandated that the partners of those killed die shortly afterwards, after all.
[unlike Akira, she keeps her gaze steady and firm on Yusuke. she kind of sounds like she's talking about the weather here, actually! her tone is very conversational]
[Yusuke doesn't interrupt to say anything, but he makes that small noise, eyes opening wider.
Trust and betrayal?
There's a lump in his throat as he rests more of his weight back against the seat behind him, his hands clenching together. It doesn't feel quite real, hearing of this, but they've experienced so many things and--if it's coming from Akira--he'll try to understand everything as he hears it.
His attention turns back toward Magilou, his mouth tight and pinched.]
[at the very least, akira does pick up some of the slack here—he won't leave all of the explanations to magilou.
if nothing else, it may help to show yusuke how very real it is; they can tell this story in tandem, with clarity, in a way that isn't practiced at all.]
There were others tasked with carrying out kills similarly. The "Wickies," who knew the truth of how to win the game...
[and then he hesitates, paling a bit as he recalls the other killing role.]
And the "Hangmen," who had to listen to the decree of the ones running the game, and kill those who didn't participate to their liking.
[...] And like the Sirens, the roles were incentivized, to force people to cooperate.
[. . . oh. he's going there already? she tilts her head towards Akira, eyes lidded, and affixes him with a quiet stare. she doesn't add anything else-- not yet]
[Yusuke feels ill at ease. Here is something—something terrible that Akira was involved in, and none of them knew about it. Hasn't Akira already been burdened with enough?
He glances to Magilou, as if finally putting together who she must be. A person brought to this island Akira's speaking about, from a different world and a different time? He is guessing.]
They were all being threatened?
[Threatened to kill or else?] ...That is horrifying.
[he knows that look, magilou. it's a lot easier to explain things to yusuke if he had a clearer view of things right in front of him—the last thing he really needs is to try and explain all of this with two eccentric, imaginative people going off the rails here.]
They were threatened in different ways. Magilou explained what the Sirens were threatened with. I can't say for sure how they incentivized the Wickies, though.
[all of his conversations with jack were incidental, and those with lucina—well, he imagines if anyone would know, it's magilou.
The Wickies didn't need much of an outside incentive, honestly.
[she'll pick up that slack. she spoke with Lucina enough to know]
Their job was to stop the Sirens, and help the rest of us win the game so we could all go home. Once they learned that, the knowledge that killing a Siren could save everyone was enough to drive them to take a life.
[she puts it in terms of "them," but. she really only means Lucina]
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[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...]
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[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.
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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?
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[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.
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You want to draw Bienfu?
[rip everyone because bienfu's ego is going to soar from that for sure.]
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[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]
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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.
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[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.
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[button mashing, she means. CONTINUES THIS COURSE OF ACTION TBH]
Bieeeeeeeeeeen! I'm getting d-dizzy. . .
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[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]
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...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.]
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[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]
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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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.]
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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.
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[a small noise of agreement]
It turns out there was a group of people given the specific task of murdering everyone on the island. Called "Sirens," they were told that if they didn't kill, then the volcano would erupt and everyone on the island would die.
That was a lie.
[. . .]
But they didn't know it. And so, one by one, they started killing the people on the island. For every person they murdered, another would die as well. The rules of the game mandated that the partners of those killed die shortly afterwards, after all.
[unlike Akira, she keeps her gaze steady and firm on Yusuke. she kind of sounds like she's talking about the weather here, actually! her tone is very conversational]
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[Yusuke doesn't interrupt to say anything, but he makes that small noise, eyes opening wider.
Trust and betrayal?
There's a lump in his throat as he rests more of his weight back against the seat behind him, his hands clenching together. It doesn't feel quite real, hearing of this, but they've experienced so many things and--if it's coming from Akira--he'll try to understand everything as he hears it.
His attention turns back toward Magilou, his mouth tight and pinched.]
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if nothing else, it may help to show yusuke how very real it is; they can tell this story in tandem, with clarity, in a way that isn't practiced at all.]
There were others tasked with carrying out kills similarly. The "Wickies," who knew the truth of how to win the game...
[and then he hesitates, paling a bit as he recalls the other killing role.]
And the "Hangmen," who had to listen to the decree of the ones running the game, and kill those who didn't participate to their liking.
[...] And like the Sirens, the roles were incentivized, to force people to cooperate.
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He glances to Magilou, as if finally putting together who she must be. A person brought to this island Akira's speaking about, from a different world and a different time? He is guessing.]
They were all being threatened?
[Threatened to kill or else?] ...That is horrifying.
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[he knows that look, magilou. it's a lot easier to explain things to yusuke if he had a clearer view of things right in front of him—the last thing he really needs is to try and explain all of this with two eccentric, imaginative people going off the rails here.]
They were threatened in different ways. Magilou explained what the Sirens were threatened with. I can't say for sure how they incentivized the Wickies, though.
[all of his conversations with jack were incidental, and those with lucina—well, he imagines if anyone would know, it's magilou.
which just leaves the hangmen.
(dread. so much dread.)]
Horrifying can only barely describe it.
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[she'll pick up that slack. she spoke with Lucina enough to know]
Their job was to stop the Sirens, and help the rest of us win the game so we could all go home. Once they learned that, the knowledge that killing a Siren could save everyone was enough to drive them to take a life.
[she puts it in terms of "them," but. she really only means Lucina]
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HOW DID I LOSE THIS NOTIF I'M GOMEN
IT WAS PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK
BUT U FOUND IT
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