imeeji_frontstage | (no subject)

You may want to be more specific than that, your current requests are vague to the point I have difficulty answering. How would I know if something were out of place in a manor I have never set foot in before? The only objects that caught my attention were the mask we began with and the shovels, but the latter was more a matter of use than anything else.

Aha, fair, fair. I'm just a bit eager, you see.

Let's start from the beginning! What kind of room did you wake up in? And what's this about a mask?

It was beneath the earth, a room painted in blood for the sake of sacrifice. [ good thing he talks like this always, or he might sound possessed still ] The mask was simply an item the phone felt the need to explain, that reappeared each time I found myself there again. Apparently wearing it would impart knowledge, the cost of the stability of one's mind. I would see it in action later, and that is the effect it seemed to have.

Huuuuh. Did anything about it remind you of your current unit? I assume the painted blood wasn't, y'know, literally painted for show.

[ He hadn't tried to connect it, since the aesthetic wasn't obviously Taisho, and surely there's other cultures with funeral robes. But now that he thinks about it. . . ]

Are you familiar with Taisho's traits for videos, and the theme of our powers?

Calligraphy and painting yes, your powerset less so. You guys aren't as flashy with your skills as well, us. Do tell.

They are not flashy powers, though I can demonstrate one if you wish. They primarily involve repetition of something we would be able to do under our own volition otherwise, with the exception of the ability to make contracts. That said, they are labeled as abilities of tradition. The unit traits for videos likewise note being traditional or old-fashioned.

I'm always happy to see a show, so go for it! But are you saying the creeper room did fit the theme a bit?

[ well, it's easy enough to demonstrate that he can make an action repeat. He unhooks his cross necklace and tosses it from one hand to the other and lets go. He doesn't throw it again, but the cross just. juggles itself. ]

Less the room itself and more what occurred there, in the memory of the madness I was inflicted with.

[!!! A COOL IF SIMPLE TRICK, watches it with delight, taking note. He tries to poke at it as he continues]

Ah, more tales of the past! Go on, elaborate, to the best of your ability.

[ It repeats the action to the best of its ability— poking it doesn't interrupt the action much. ]

For failing to conform to the expectations of others, I— [ pause, and corrects ] they were buried alive in another's clothes. The sentence for failing to be who others expected them to be and killing off their own heart was to be buried and displayed as another. It's a tenuous connection, but the best I can think of— though the funeral robes may have been in Taisho's style. I do not remember them so clearly, nor the chanting.

[It's just a snippet, but it's enough to catch C's full attention. He stops messing with the cross and hops back a bit, tapping at his chin]

Not the strongest link, no, but it's still something. [he pulls a notepad from his cloak, scribbling down some notes] After all, stories have to come from somewhere! And if our dear hosts were creative enough to just pull them out their asses, we wouldn't be here.

[ He lets the cross stop bouncing around, and it drops into outstretched hand so he can return it to around his neck. ]

Regardless of my assessment of their creative skills, I worry more for the production of memory. If it were wholly falsified, it would lay doubt too many other places.

Other places being our own memories, right? Neeheehee, that would be pretty awful writing, huh.

Without a doubt. Though I admit I have not been overly invested in regaining my memories, so while I would not be personally affected I find the thought odious.

What a coinkidink, same here! I don't think we need to worry too much about it though. Anyone with half a mind would be suspicious after that whole fiasco, so I'm gonna assume they're real. . .for now.

But what does suck is that all that teamwork chatter is basically thrown out the door now.

No matter the strategy we agreed on now, if more of that is what we have to look forward to it will not matter in the least. The arrangements we had, though far from finalized, did not even enter my mind for a moment. It is regrettable.

Right, it's super sad. I wanted us to all work together to defeat the bad guy! But now we're torn apart. . .

Well, that and I wanted some better details, but most people are too screwed in the head to talk about anything now.

It was not an incident anyone will be forgetting soon. The information will still be there.

Yeah, but they're all like boohoo, don't make me remember something so tragic! It's totally a pain.

But at least you were super helpful! I bet you kept your cool even with all the crazy, right?

If only that were the case. I am aware of my unit's spirit through personal experience with it getting inside my head. But if I had to have that foul unclean thing in there, my only option is to claw through the muck and mire to see if there was anything of value left behind; that I was not so desecrated without purpose!

[jeezus buddy]

[stiff pat pat]

How noble. Well, you seem fine to ME and that's all that matters. I'm an excellent judge of character, y'know.

[ he's just like this ]

It is kind that you would say so, but I do not think your kind holds the same standards I do. Still, I will graciously take it in the spirit it was meant in.

My kind is far wiser and understanding than mere humans, so you definitely should accept it! Besides, has anything changed for you? Like, super badly?

Not so far as I am aware. What I did while out of my mind will not be repeated.