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Who: hosts and idols
Where: game tower
When: day 125, evening

[ an hour or two after the start of the game, Yasuragi's hologram vanished. now, the next evening, the game alert sounds off on the phones again, and he reappears in the game tower lobby in a black whorl, dressed this time in finery and royal purples, with his hair elaborately braided up and a crown of chains falling across his gaze, as he peers at another scroll with one leg crossed over the other. ]

Time is up, and I've received news of the results.

A special acknowledgment to Heart Soldier Senshi especially, for winning in both categories. Alongside them, Baritones and peppep were the runners-up in total, while Lilis and ☆zrael were the runners up in averages.

As for the individual acknowledgments, my cohort would like to send their praise and support to His Majesty The Emperor, of Baritones, as well as-

[ covers his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat, deliberately maintaining a straight face ]

-Fox, of Taisho Roman Revolution. They were quite moved, so it seems.

That concludes all this, then-

Ardashir--! [ a different, deeper voice cuts in to all this professional mumbo-jumbo. familiar to some maybe, but to most it just looks like some fancily dressed servant or whatever steps in from nowhere to harass the so-called “venerable host”. ]

When did you get back? Those demon children of yours have been on my case all night wondering where you were, and I swear that damn bodyguard of yours keeps following me every-- … what are you doing?

[ the intruder finally stops, looking up in the direction of the crowd, while in the meantime Yasuragi's attention seems to have been totally derailed to the man's whining. a dry retort: ]

Is it really appropriate for a demon to call others demons?

[ the “demon” scoffs, waving a dismissive hand ]

A demon knows a demon when he sees one. More importantly, you didn’t tell me-- [ he cuts himself off. … then shifts his gaze back to the crowd again ]

Oh well. It’s good to see everyone, anyways… well some of them. [ a half-taunting grin. and a smooth salute-wave that holds much more poise and non-chalance than he entered the room with. ] It looks like I got here late. I won’t hold you up.

Concluding all this, then.

[ the scroll dissipates with a flick of Yasuragi's wrist, and in its place materializes a familiar-looking smartphone. a few moments later, once he's tapped away at it a few times, Heart Soldier Senshi and BARiTONES receive a base 1000 points each for bonus wins, while LiliS, pep!pep!, Taisho Roman Revolution, and ☆ZRAEL are awarded 800. every other unit gets a base 100.

additionally- everyone receives a message on their phones from the screenname Yasuragi-no-Mikoto, listing everyone's full submission sheets. ]

Farewell, and good fortune in your endeavors.

[ as Yasuragi stands, in a leak of ink-like blackness starting from his feet, his image bleeds away once and for all, ending at the final wave of his white-gloved hand before it, too, is gone.

the second man lingers, however. his eyes scanning the crowd for a moment before he gives a nod and a wistful, almost playful smile ]

I'll see you all again real soon.

[ and with that, he backs away a step and disappears in the same blackness. ]

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Somethin' funny?

The accuracy of perceptions. Or lack thereof.

[Gives him a look up and down]

One of the new Suits, I take it.

So basically someone pegged you in a way you didn't anticipate. Got it.

[he nods though.]

Grand Marnier, nice to meet you.

Not just me. But I am included.

Hmmm. Grand Marnier. What's in that drink?

[he shrugs, easily, letting the first bit drop.]

It's an orange liqueur, rather than a cocktail.

[which seems to match up to his. choice of orange in unit position.]

Looks terrible with the red.

[rude, he looks great]

Haha, fashion opinion noted.

[He does in fact look great.

And yet, this asshole---]

Then I supposed congratulations to you and yours are in order. For multiple wins across the board.

[thx intensity you're a gem]

Thanks. You're with future is now, right? Can't help but notice you didn't introduce yourself in turn.

Oh where are my manners?

[He doesn't have any]

Intensity. Yes. Of Future is Now.

Too bad we can't seal the introduction with a kiss. Out of time and all.

I suppose I'll have to go back to the normal kind of introduction! How tragic.

[offering a handshake, though.]

[Wow, who let the polite boy on BARiTONES? Is this Yvette 2.0?

Reaches out to shake that hand, watching Mariner's expression closely as he does so]

Yes. Tragic.

[he doesn't even have CR check yet, he's just casually friendly and tactile! his expression is simply a sort of wry smile.]

I'm new enough I hadn't really met a lot of people before this! So there was danger of getting too used to kissing as the first meeting status quo, y'know? Just from how much of it happened.

And your overall verdict?

I sometimes like to hear about the optimism before it crashes and burns.

I like most of the people I've met so far. But BARiTONES comes first, no matter how much I like people. I've heard how the bad ones go.

[he seems... pretty fucking calm about it, though.]

Already drinking the corporate koolaid? Probably for the better.

Koolaid... ah, the "my unit comes first" part?

Yes. I mean that's how the whole system is designed, isn't it? To stay in our lanes.

It is. Givin' people a group is probably a solid bit of design, honestly.

And do you like BARiTONES so far?

Perhaps that's the most important question.

I do.

Good. I'm rather fond of them myself. Despite or maybe in spite of their---

Eccentricities.

Haha, they are kind of a wild bunch, huh?

Let's just say they don't mind being true to themselves.

I wonder if you're the same way.