maybe you were running from geese into the safety of your dorm, or maybe you were heading to study in the library, or maybe you were heading to your first class of the day. wherever you were before doesn't seem to matter, because when you step through that doorway, you are suddenly standing in an elevator and the doors close behind you with a ding.
the elevator itself isn't moving at the moment. above your heads is a little screen that says "CURRENTLY: GF - GROUND FLOOR - WELCOME TO CHUUOKU CENTRAL OFFICE. PLEASE MAKE A SELECTION." and you can hear music playing quietly from the speakers over your heads.
the elevator itself is a sleek silver, and only has a few buttons on it. there's a standard "hold open door" and "hold door closed" button, a button that says (GF) GROUND FLOOR and a button that says (TF) TOHOTEN OFFICE - TOP FLOOR directly above it. the hold door open button has a red ring around it.
standing there, the first thing you feel is a strange sense of excitement - nervousness, maybe, but a jittery joy that comes with the feeling of something coming, and something you've been looking forward to. it's a good feeling, all fluttery butterflies in your chest. all you've gotta do is hit the button and get going.
take a moment to look at your companions? or you've got a couple buttons to press. ]
[well, it's Monday. Byleth is dressed in her uniform, picked out in summer dorm colors, and walking out the front door holding her backpack when
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despite the fluttery excitement of... whatever she's apparently excited to do, she jumps at the noise combined with the new space, hand immediately on the hilt of her sword, although she doesn't pull itāif only because there's three very familiar people in here with her.
...
she doesn't remove her hand, but she straightens up relatively fastālike a cat silently rearranging themselves after a spooky cucumber.]
[Caleb is wearing his coat, scarf, and book holsters over a uniform button down and trousers. He has Frumpkin on his shoulder. He takes a moment to blink rapidly, less graceful than Byleth, reaching for his pockets automatically, before he seems to understand what's happening. He seems relieved to see Byleth, at least, and nods at her.]
It is referred to as being isekaied. I suspect this is something similar to what happened to the others last week, so we must be careful.
[he's completely unarmed as he looks around, with nothing much more than the clothes on his back here. there's a confused expression on his face as he inspects their surroundings, since he's never been in an elevator before, but he pauses when he hears what caleb says.]
Ohh... Like in an anime.
[he says that like it's some kind of mystical word... but he's frowning, clearly tense after that explanation.]
Like last week. Right, that's - bad. That's bad. Possibly really bad. [...] Where are we, anyways? Where's 'somewhere else', do either of you know? It says... Chuuoku Central Office...
rupert will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like a large fountain in the middle of a paved park. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the wall is gone, replaced instead with a train station.
off to the side there's a big building that says "ODD JOBS YAMADA" on the windowsill - a young man with dark hair and headphones on disappears around a corner near it, and the place seems mostly full of people going about their day, though none of their faces will really look familiar.
until, however, rupert might hear a voice, coming from his left, that might sound familiar. a voice that belongs to a young woman. maybe fourteen years old? rupert will know her voice immediately.
after all, he might've heard it yelling during a fight where cars went flying by on a highway just a few days ago. ] Che cazzo! Ahh, I just can't get this level right!
[ the voice seems to be coming from a brightly lit, brightly colored building - the marquee across the top says IKEBUKURO ARCADE. ]
[those are his first words as he starts to look around, more frantic the longer he doesn't see the other three, but. then he hears that voice, and he practically freezes. it's not - caleb mentioned illusions, so there's a place deep down where he knows it isn't her, that it isn't real, but - he can hardly think about that as he starts moving towards that arcade, towards the sound of her voice, mic still clutched in his hand.]
[ and sure enough, when rupert rounds the corner into the arcade, he will see a familiar young lady! it is in fact lila rossi, who turns around when she hears the familiar voice from where she's looking at a "GAME OVER" screen on a racing game. she is perfectly healthy, looking exactly as rupert may have seen her on saturday night. ]
Oh... Rupert! Thank god, I was starting to get worried I was going crazy...
[ she turns around immediately and hurries over to him. ] It was so weird! I just talked to that kid with the pink hair, and then suddenly, I was in this weird arcade,in Ikebukuro of all places, and... are you alright?
[ a beat; she pauses, brows knitting together. ] Why are you looking at me like that...?
[that expression stays, actually! until he impulsively, without another thought, starts moving forward until he's reached her, trying to pull her into a hug.]
[ congratulations, caleb you're alone! well, except for frumpkin.
caleb will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like an incredibly busy street crossing. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the giant wall is gone, replaced instead with a huge gate.
in the center of a massive city, caleb is treated to the sights and sounds of people at rush hour. most of them seem too busy to pay this hobo looking wizard any mind, running around and shopping and chatting with each other.
however, from behind him, he might hear a familiar voice. this voice belongs to a young woman - a little low and rough, a little awkward. ] I meann... yeah, I could do another drink, I guess, but I don't really wanna - look, are you sure I can't just drink the dregs? You won't even see it.
[ the voice seems to be coming from the inside of a little restaurant called SWEETS PARADISE AND BAR. wanna go check that out? ]
[He will just walk through the city, then. He grits his teeth when he realizes they've been separated, fairly certain things are about to go badly. Reaching up to give a little scratch to Frumpkin, shrinking away a little from the crowd, but seeming to regain a little of his comfort when he's ignored.]
Looks like it's only you and me now, my friend. But we're going to find the others very soon, so keep an eye out.
[Oh. But then he hears that voice, and his expression hardens a little.]
No. We don't want to go see whatever that is, do we?
[Another little pet to his cat, and then he's walking in the other direction! Sorry about it!]
that's fine. the crowd around caleb seems to press inward a little when he tries to walk away. closer, closer, closer, and suddenly, it's almost suffocating. a woman passes by him, arm brushing against his, saying something unintelligible, in a language he doesn't understand; two more walk by, laughing and chatting about fling posse's newest show - one gives caleb a bizarre look, up and down, and then shakes her head.
as the crowd presses closer and closer caleb will find himself bumping into someone.
Well. He freezes in place for a solid twenty seconds, expression going blank, unsure how to respond the second he hears 'Bren' and that voice. And that person right in front of him. It was easier last time. So few spells, but not as few as he has at this moment. And Jester and Veth behind him, easy to put that voice aside and concentrate on that, the need to get them away, somewhere safe. Only him and his cat, only Bren and a cat that isn't really Bren's cat, and that isn't quite enough to ground him against everything else that immediately starts bubbling to the surface, the mixture of wanting to cower and beg and the desire to wrap his hands around this man's throat and squeeze until the life goes out of his eyes. He reaches his hand in his pocket, hand grabbing on to the cocoon he has there, but. No. It will be a waste. Beauregard made sure he had this, and it will waste it, and it's fake. It's fake.]
It's fake. It's fake. It's fake. Fuck this.
[But just because it is fake, doesn't mean he's going to stand here and listen to this motherfucker. He grabs his stupid. Microphone. Which is some kind of weapon in this world, right? He doesn't really understand anything about how to use it, and he's not going to. He's not going to rap battle Trent Ikithon. He'll just hold it out and start taking steps backwards away from him, because that's better than talking.]
dimitri will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like an incredibly busy street crossing. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the giant wall is gone, and instead, he's standing on a pier. the air smells like salt, and fresh sea air, but behind him is the massive skyline of a city - a ferris wheel can be seen in the background. there are several large storage crates, and even a couple of big fishing boats.
it seems like dimitri might actually be alone.
also? his spear is gone! though if he feels around in his pockets, he might find a tiny, knife sized version of it.
[ no, there she goes. down another elevator as he grips his ears in pain and blinks back to... wherever this is. caleb and rupert are nowhere to be seen either as he reels, taking in the sight of the sea and sky and city, all unfamiliar.
nothing to be done but to take this stupid mic and walk the pier. any signs of life as he goes? ]
Byleth steps out from behind a storage crate. she's totally fine! not a scratch on her, except her ever-present sword isn't there, eitherāin its place is a much smaller sheath, with her microphone sticking out of the top! huh. the sea breeze tosses her hair, and she pushes it back behind her ear, one hand still on the storage container.]
[ the rigid lines of his body language loosen slightly when he sees her—at least they haven't been completely separated. her sword being missing isn't so strange either, considering that areadbhar has somehow become the size of a butter knife.
so he walks over, still cautious enough to look over his shoulder, but maybe not cautious enough of what's ahead of him. ]
Professor—we need to find the others.
[ he's expecting her to follow. ]
What happened to you? Where did that child take you?
[ well, welcome back to chuuoku! that whole thing sure was weird, huh! what a weird dream.
whatever injuries you may have just gotten are still there, sluggishly bleeding but not fatal - however, you find yourself standing in a waiting room with a large screen and a simple blue couch.
there are some bandages and some ice packs sitting on a small table, as well as a charcuterie board and a box of tissues in case you need them for your tears. there's even a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses set out at the table itself. how nice! a sign on the door says GREEN ROOM.
the first person who wakes up here seems to be rupert! hey bud how ya doin. ]
as soon as he realizes that she's gone, again, and the words she left him with... he just kind of - crumples for a second, bending over to put his face in his hands as his shoulders draw together. his head aches where it's bleeding, as well as pretty much everywhere else, given all his bruises - but that hardly seems important right now.
still, after a few long minutes, he takes a deep breath, rubbing a few tears out of his eyes before he looks around. is there anything else notable about the room other than what's in it?]
[ since we're waiting for a bit longer, rupert will in fact find something interesting! on the desk is a manila folder labeled PARTICIPANTS.
instead of that manila folder are two information files on two people! the first one has a picture of a young man with white hair. it's clearly a candid image. the file has the following information in it: ]
NAME: Samatoki Aohitsugi AGE: 24 ALIAS: Mr. Hardcore ("MR. HC") ADDRESS: ****-** *******, Ikebukuro Division AFFILIATION: Mad Comic Dialogue, The Dirty Dawg HYPNOSIS MIC ABILITY: Counter Blow STRENGTHS: Grit, rage, tenacity WEAKNESSES: Intelligence, his younger sister
ASSESSMENT: Target is incredibly powerful but easily manipulated. Successfully removed SASARA NURUDE from Mad Comic Dialogue in order to move Aohitsugi towards Operation E.R.A. Aohitsugi joined the Dirty Dawg because of Yamada, who he seems to be fond of. Seems most likely to be motivated correctly. Potential? - OT
- Obtained Nemu Aohitsugi **/**/Year 1 of H
[ and then, a second file underneath it has a similarly candid photograph of a young man who looks much more familiar to rupert in particular. ]
NAME: Ichiro Yamada AGE: 18 ALIAS: MC BB (Big Brother) ADDRESS: ****-** *******, Ikebukuro Division AFFILIATION: Stairway2Heaven, Naughty Busters; Mad Comic Dialogue; The Dirty Dawg HYPNOSIS MIC ABILITY: Critical Blow STRENGTHS: Tenacity, intelligence, courage WEAKNESSES: Temper, younger brothers, age
ASSESSMENT: Target is well-rounded but young, and therefore far more willful. Will require additional motivation if intended to perform as we want. Successfully removed KUKO HARAI from Mad Comic Dialogue in order to move Yamada towards operation E.R.A. Looks up to Aohitsugi.
*Related to **** **********. Make sure *** won't back out. - OT
- Obtained Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada **/**/Year 1 of H
[ well, welcome back to chuuoku! that whole thing sure was weird, huh! what a weird dream.
whatever injuries you may have just gotten are still there, sluggishly bleeding but not fatal - however, you find yourself standing in a waiting room with a large screen and a simple red couch.
there are some bandages and some ice packs sitting on a small table, as well as a charcuterie board and a box of tissues in case you need them for your tears. there's even a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses set out at the table itself. how nice! a sign on the door says BLUE ROOM.
this room seems a little different than the other. there is a cat shaped pillow on one of the couches? charming. otherwise, it's quiet, and the only person here... seems to be caleb for right now. how you doin buddy! ]
[ i was gonna give him a lore drop but then i felt really bad and decided to just let caleb hyperventilate instead because the poor guy deserves a break
however! byleth is here now! good news: she's conscious and back to normal, though still pretty injured! yay! ]
[ when the doors open, all four of the combatants are briefly brightened by lights.
they stand in the center of a huge arena - the area around them is packed with crowds of women, some carrying pen lights, some carrying megaphones, some with signs that say WINTER DIVISION and some with signs that say GROWN UP DIVISION. a massive scoreboard hangs above their heads as well, occasionally scrolling their MC names. the moment the doors officially open and the four are pushed outside, the arena bursts into cacophonous applause and screams.
behind each pair is a switch, a bright red button, with the logo of "CHUUOKU DIVISION" underneath it, and the doors open to either side of the stage itself, and a set of loud speakers extend from the edge of each stage. and music will begin to play. siz this is your headphones cue.
the large screen above the group displays chuuoku's logo, followed by the following phrase in black letters; ]
DIVISION RAP BATTLE: BEGIN
[ they will indeed immediately get the feeling they ought to deliver their blows rhythmically if they want them to be strong.
but the group will be able to begin on their own cues. good luck! rap battle hard! ]
[He stumbles out, his hand still resting lightly on Byleth's shoulder, blinking in the bright lights and shrinking a little before the crowd. He still looks dazed and there's a kind of quiet feral rage in his eyes. He looks out at the crowd like there's a long second where he's imagining just tossing a fireball out there and seeing if the arena goes up in flame. Probably not, but you never know!
Veth isn't real, and if she is real, he won't be allowed to save her. After what happened with Beau, he's sure whatever he does here, it will only be so they can hurt Veth and make it his fault, and it feels like it would be better to just kill her himself and get it over with. But he can't fault Byleth if that isn't how she feels. So. He'll try?
The music continues playing, and suddenly the lights shine on him, and he's sweating, awkward under the spotlight.]
Ah, scheisse. Me first, really? Ah. . . okay. . .
[He holds the mic, hands shaking a little, stumbling over his first words.]
I can't. . . think of anything to say. . . This is a terrible day. . . I, uhm, would really like to run away. . .
[The crowd. Doesn't seem to be feeling this, though. Taking a deep breath and trying to think of more words that rhyme with each other, his head going sort of blank. Anyway, his cadence continues to be absolutely terrible, he is nowhere near the beat and his delivery is very uncertain and halting. It's. Not good. But he will try to put a little more effort in.]
Hey. Been some time since I've seen you so green. Sharp fangs, sharp eyes, quickest you've ever seen. Face so mean, will they burn you and burn you and burn you until I scream? Do it! I'm sick of this shit and I know it's all a dream!
Who should I save? Don't fuck with Veth the Brave. I might be a coward but she'll put you in your grave. No need for this sad sack, as soon as you turn your back. Nowhere to be seen until she's got you with her sneak attack.
Fake friend number two, we see you're getting lazy. Trying to drive me mad, but I already knew I was crazy.
[similar to caleb, he's blinking in the bright lights, bringing a hand up to his eyes to shield them for a moment, especially as the spotlight shifts to him. he's just kind of - pausing awkwardly after he listens to that first "rap", kind of looking like he wants to ask caleb if he's okay or if he needs a minute, but. not the time.
he looks incredibly uncertain and unsure when he starts, too, looking down at the microphone like it's something incredibly foreign. the flow of his words is also not great at all, and he keeps awkwardly pausing like he needs more time to think of something to say, but—]
Okay, uh, uhhhh - you're losing your grip but our focus is clear, Gonna... make some rhymes, let's get it in gear! Real or not, I'm here to do my best, So you better be ready to get - put to the test? You can't bring us down, we can't be beat, So it's time you face you're gonna taste defeat, The music keeps on playing and you're sweating in the heat, And when all is said and done you'll know you're... obsolete...?
[kill him]
And, Winter Division's here to bring you down, We're drowning you out, we're taking the crown, Standing there, you just look like a clown, And when you lose, it'll be with a frown...
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maybe you were running from geese into the safety of your dorm, or maybe you were heading to study in the library, or maybe you were heading to your first class of the day. wherever you were before doesn't seem to matter, because when you step through that doorway, you are suddenly standing in an elevator and the doors close behind you with a ding.
the elevator itself isn't moving at the moment. above your heads is a little screen that says "CURRENTLY: GF - GROUND FLOOR - WELCOME TO CHUUOKU CENTRAL OFFICE. PLEASE MAKE A SELECTION." and you can hear music playing quietly from the speakers over your heads.
the elevator itself is a sleek silver, and only has a few buttons on it. there's a standard "hold open door" and "hold door closed" button, a button that says (GF) GROUND FLOOR and a button that says (TF) TOHOTEN OFFICE - TOP FLOOR directly above it. the hold door open button has a red ring around it.
standing there, the first thing you feel is a strange sense of excitement - nervousness, maybe, but a jittery joy that comes with the feeling of something coming, and something you've been looking forward to. it's a good feeling, all fluttery butterflies in your chest. all you've gotta do is hit the button and get going.
take a moment to look at your companions? or you've got a couple buttons to press. ]
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ding.
despite the fluttery excitement of... whatever she's apparently excited to do, she jumps at the noise combined with the new space, hand immediately on the hilt of her sword, although she doesn't pull itāif only because there's three very familiar people in here with her.
...
she doesn't remove her hand, but she straightens up relatively fastālike a cat silently rearranging themselves after a spooky cucumber.]
We've been pulled spatially somewhere else.
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It is referred to as being isekaied. I suspect this is something similar to what happened to the others last week, so we must be careful.
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Ohh... Like in an anime.
[he says that like it's some kind of mystical word... but he's frowning, clearly tense after that explanation.]
Like last week. Right, that's - bad. That's bad. Possibly really bad. [...] Where are we, anyways? Where's 'somewhere else', do either of you know? It says... Chuuoku Central Office...
[100% butchering that.]
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RUPERT.
rupert will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like a large fountain in the middle of a paved park. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the wall is gone, replaced instead with a train station.
off to the side there's a big building that says "ODD JOBS YAMADA" on the windowsill - a young man with dark hair and headphones on disappears around a corner near it, and the place seems mostly full of people going about their day, though none of their faces will really look familiar.
until, however, rupert might hear a voice, coming from his left, that might sound familiar. a voice that belongs to a young woman. maybe fourteen years old? rupert will know her voice immediately.
after all, he might've heard it yelling during a fight where cars went flying by on a highway just a few days ago. ] Che cazzo! Ahh, I just can't get this level right!
[ the voice seems to be coming from a brightly lit, brightly colored building - the marquee across the top says IKEBUKURO ARCADE. ]
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[those are his first words as he starts to look around, more frantic the longer he doesn't see the other three, but. then he hears that voice, and he practically freezes. it's not - caleb mentioned illusions, so there's a place deep down where he knows it isn't her, that it isn't real, but - he can hardly think about that as he starts moving towards that arcade, towards the sound of her voice, mic still clutched in his hand.]
Lila...?
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[ she turns around immediately and hurries over to him. ] It was so weird! I just talked to that kid with the pink hair, and then suddenly, I was in this weird arcade,in Ikebukuro of all places, and... are you alright?
[ a beat; she pauses, brows knitting together. ] Why are you looking at me like that...?
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[that expression stays, actually! until he impulsively, without another thought, starts moving forward until he's reached her, trying to pull her into a hug.]
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CALEB.
caleb will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like an incredibly busy street crossing. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the giant wall is gone, replaced instead with a huge gate.
in the center of a massive city, caleb is treated to the sights and sounds of people at rush hour. most of them seem too busy to pay this hobo looking wizard any mind, running around and shopping and chatting with each other.
however, from behind him, he might hear a familiar voice. this voice belongs to a young woman - a little low and rough, a little awkward. ] I meann... yeah, I could do another drink, I guess, but I don't really wanna - look, are you sure I can't just drink the dregs? You won't even see it.
[ the voice seems to be coming from the inside of a little restaurant called SWEETS PARADISE AND BAR. wanna go check that out? ]
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Looks like it's only you and me now, my friend. But we're going to find the others very soon, so keep an eye out.
[Oh. But then he hears that voice, and his expression hardens a little.]
No. We don't want to go see whatever that is, do we?
[Another little pet to his cat, and then he's walking in the other direction! Sorry about it!]
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that's fine. the crowd around caleb seems to press inward a little when he tries to walk away. closer, closer, closer, and suddenly, it's almost suffocating. a woman passes by him, arm brushing against his, saying something unintelligible, in a language he doesn't understand; two more walk by, laughing and chatting about fling posse's newest show - one gives caleb a bizarre look, up and down, and then shakes her head.
as the crowd presses closer and closer caleb will find himself bumping into someone.
and when he looks up, well
that face looks familiar! ]
Where do you think you're going off to, Bren?
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Oh.
Well. He freezes in place for a solid twenty seconds, expression going blank, unsure how to respond the second he hears 'Bren' and that voice. And that person right in front of him. It was easier last time. So few spells, but not as few as he has at this moment. And Jester and Veth behind him, easy to put that voice aside and concentrate on that, the need to get them away, somewhere safe. Only him and his cat, only Bren and a cat that isn't really Bren's cat, and that isn't quite enough to ground him against everything else that immediately starts bubbling to the surface, the mixture of wanting to cower and beg and the desire to wrap his hands around this man's throat and squeeze until the life goes out of his eyes. He reaches his hand in his pocket, hand grabbing on to the cocoon he has there, but. No. It will be a waste. Beauregard made sure he had this, and it will waste it, and it's fake. It's fake.]
It's fake. It's fake. It's fake. Fuck this.
[But just because it is fake, doesn't mean he's going to stand here and listen to this motherfucker. He grabs his stupid. Microphone. Which is some kind of weapon in this world, right? He doesn't really understand anything about how to use it, and he's not going to. He's not going to rap battle Trent Ikithon. He'll just hold it out and start taking steps backwards away from him, because that's better than talking.]
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DIMITRI....?
dimitri will find himself standing just outside of a massive, towering wall, facing what looks like an incredibly busy street crossing. his feet will carry him forward a few steps against his will, and when he looks back, the giant wall is gone, and instead, he's standing on a pier. the air smells like salt, and fresh sea air, but behind him is the massive skyline of a city - a ferris wheel can be seen in the background. there are several large storage crates, and even a couple of big fishing boats.
it seems like dimitri might actually be alone.
also? his spear is gone! though if he feels around in his pockets, he might find a tiny, knife sized version of it.
weird. ]
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—Professor!
[ no, there she goes. down another elevator as he grips his ears in pain and blinks back to... wherever this is. caleb and rupert are nowhere to be seen either as he reels, taking in the sight of the sea and sky and city, all unfamiliar.
nothing to be done but to take this stupid mic and walk the pier. any signs of life as he goes? ]
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Byleth steps out from behind a storage crate. she's totally fine! not a scratch on her, except her ever-present sword isn't there, eitherāin its place is a much smaller sheath, with her microphone sticking out of the top! huh. the sea breeze tosses her hair, and she pushes it back behind her ear, one hand still on the storage container.]
Dimitri.
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so he walks over, still cautious enough to look over his shoulder, but maybe not cautious enough of what's ahead of him. ]
Professor—we need to find the others.
[ he's expecting her to follow. ]
What happened to you? Where did that child take you?
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THE GREEN ROOM.
whatever injuries you may have just gotten are still there, sluggishly bleeding but not fatal - however, you find yourself standing in a waiting room with a large screen and a simple blue couch.
there are some bandages and some ice packs sitting on a small table, as well as a charcuterie board and a box of tissues in case you need them for your tears. there's even a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses set out at the table itself. how nice! a sign on the door says GREEN ROOM.
the first person who wakes up here seems to be rupert! hey bud how ya doin. ]
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as soon as he realizes that she's gone, again, and the words she left him with... he just kind of - crumples for a second, bending over to put his face in his hands as his shoulders draw together. his head aches where it's bleeding, as well as pretty much everywhere else, given all his bruises - but that hardly seems important right now.
still, after a few long minutes, he takes a deep breath, rubbing a few tears out of his eyes before he looks around. is there anything else notable about the room other than what's in it?]
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instead of that manila folder are two information files on two people! the first one has a picture of a young man with white hair. it's clearly a candid image. the file has the following information in it: ]
NAME: Samatoki Aohitsugi
AGE: 24
ALIAS: Mr. Hardcore ("MR. HC")
ADDRESS: ****-** *******, Ikebukuro Division
AFFILIATION: Mad Comic Dialogue, The Dirty Dawg
HYPNOSIS MIC ABILITY: Counter Blow
STRENGTHS: Grit, rage, tenacity
WEAKNESSES: Intelligence, his younger sister
ASSESSMENT: Target is incredibly powerful but easily manipulated. Successfully removed SASARA NURUDE from Mad Comic Dialogue in order to move Aohitsugi towards Operation E.R.A. Aohitsugi joined the Dirty Dawg because of Yamada, who he seems to be fond of. Seems most likely to be motivated correctly. Potential? - OT
- Obtained Nemu Aohitsugi **/**/Year 1 of H
[ and then, a second file underneath it has a similarly candid photograph of a young man who looks much more familiar to rupert in particular. ]
NAME: Ichiro Yamada
AGE: 18
ALIAS: MC BB (Big Brother)
ADDRESS: ****-** *******, Ikebukuro Division
AFFILIATION: Stairway2Heaven, Naughty Busters; Mad Comic Dialogue; The Dirty Dawg
HYPNOSIS MIC ABILITY: Critical Blow
STRENGTHS: Tenacity, intelligence, courage
WEAKNESSES: Temper, younger brothers, age
ASSESSMENT: Target is well-rounded but young, and therefore far more willful. Will require additional motivation if intended to perform as we want. Successfully removed KUKO HARAI from Mad Comic Dialogue in order to move Yamada towards operation E.R.A. Looks up to Aohitsugi.
*Related to **** **********. Make sure *** won't back out. - OT
- Obtained Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada **/**/Year 1 of H
[ wow weird ]
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AND THE BLUE ROOM?
whatever injuries you may have just gotten are still there, sluggishly bleeding but not fatal - however, you find yourself standing in a waiting room with a large screen and a simple red couch.
there are some bandages and some ice packs sitting on a small table, as well as a charcuterie board and a box of tissues in case you need them for your tears. there's even a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses set out at the table itself. how nice! a sign on the door says BLUE ROOM.
this room seems a little different than the other. there is a cat shaped pillow on one of the couches? charming. otherwise, it's quiet, and the only person here... seems to be caleb for right now. how you doin buddy! ]
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however! byleth is here now! good news: she's conscious and back to normal, though still pretty injured! yay! ]
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[ RAP HORNS ]
they stand in the center of a huge arena - the area around them is packed with crowds of women, some carrying pen lights, some carrying megaphones, some with signs that say WINTER DIVISION and some with signs that say GROWN UP DIVISION. a massive scoreboard hangs above their heads as well, occasionally scrolling their MC names. the moment the doors officially open and the four are pushed outside, the arena bursts into cacophonous applause and screams.
behind each pair is a switch, a bright red button, with the logo of "CHUUOKU DIVISION" underneath it, and the doors open to either side of the stage itself, and a set of loud speakers extend from the edge of each stage. and music will begin to play. siz this is your headphones cue.
the large screen above the group displays chuuoku's logo, followed by the following phrase in black letters; ]
DIVISION RAP BATTLE: BEGIN
[ they will indeed immediately get the feeling they ought to deliver their blows rhythmically if they want them to be strong.
but the group will be able to begin on their own cues. good luck! rap battle hard! ]
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Veth isn't real, and if she is real, he won't be allowed to save her. After what happened with Beau, he's sure whatever he does here, it will only be so they can hurt Veth and make it his fault, and it feels like it would be better to just kill her himself and get it over with. But he can't fault Byleth if that isn't how she feels. So. He'll try?
The music continues playing, and suddenly the lights shine on him, and he's sweating, awkward under the spotlight.]
Ah, scheisse. Me first, really? Ah. . . okay. . .
[He holds the mic, hands shaking a little, stumbling over his first words.]
I can't. . . think of anything to say. . .
This is a terrible day. . .
I, uhm, would really like to run away. . .
[The crowd. Doesn't seem to be feeling this, though. Taking a deep breath and trying to think of more words that rhyme with each other, his head going sort of blank. Anyway, his cadence continues to be absolutely terrible, he is nowhere near the beat and his delivery is very uncertain and halting. It's. Not good. But he will try to put a little more effort in.]
Hey. Been some time since I've seen you so green.
Sharp fangs, sharp eyes, quickest you've ever seen.
Face so mean, will they burn you and burn you and burn you until I scream?
Do it! I'm sick of this shit and I know it's all a dream!
Who should I save? Don't fuck with Veth the Brave.
I might be a coward but she'll put you in your grave.
No need for this sad sack, as soon as you turn your back.
Nowhere to be seen until she's got you with her sneak attack.
Fake friend number two, we see you're getting lazy.
Trying to drive me mad, but I already knew I was crazy.
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he looks incredibly uncertain and unsure when he starts, too, looking down at the microphone like it's something incredibly foreign. the flow of his words is also not great at all, and he keeps awkwardly pausing like he needs more time to think of something to say, but—]
Okay, uh, uhhhh - you're losing your grip but our focus is clear,
Gonna... make some rhymes, let's get it in gear!
Real or not, I'm here to do my best,
So you better be ready to get - put to the test?
You can't bring us down, we can't be beat,
So it's time you face you're gonna taste defeat,
The music keeps on playing and you're sweating in the heat,
And when all is said and done you'll know you're... obsolete...?
[kill him]
And, Winter Division's here to bring you down,
We're drowning you out, we're taking the crown,
Standing there, you just look like a clown,
And when you lose, it'll be with a frown...
[KILL HIM]
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