[from his spot by the window, he visibly flinches as the noise starts, turning around immediately - but calming when he sees this boy entering the room, and waiting as he talks. then, with way too much excitement:]
Ooh, ooh! Can mine have little dragon wings coming out of both sides of the handle? Red ones. And, uh... [thinking!] Oh, Caleb, it's a thing that you talk into and it makes your voice really loud, Ichinose told me during that weird debate thing about cereal. Anyways, can mine have cloud shapes on it, too?
[ He grimaces at the noise, and just all of this. It's so suspicious, and he would like to shake this lad for answers, but instead his brain starts to think through... mic designs?
His aesthetic besides jet black and blue? Flatly: ]
The bones of my weapons, and my enemies. Also, I like lions.
the young man sticks his lollipop in his mouth for a moment, thoughtful, and then smiles, popping it out. ]
You came all the way here and signed up for one, and you don't know what a Hypnosis Mic is? Hahaha! You guys are funny, funny~!
A hypnosis mic's the weapon everyone in every division uses nowadays. No more guns! No more swords, the world's like, so much better this way. When you turn on a hypnosis mic, you use it to rap! And when you rap, you can use it like a weapon to hurt people who try and hurt you! Each mic has its own special unique power. Use em to protect yourselves, in this dangerous world! Gain back territory, make your division proud!
[ the young man puts his chin in his hands. ] Now then. There's one more thing... you each get a mic, but if you're gonna have one, you gotta have a MC name. Since I'm in charge in here, I'll make sure to give you a good one! My name's Ramuda, but you can call me Easy-R! Nice to meet you! [ and he winks at byleth ] But you, the most!
[
with that, ramuda takes the mic boxes, and hands them over, one by one. as he hands the mic to each person in succession, there's that same whoom of sound, and the mic transforms. ]
You first! [ pointing at byleth. ] Ei$ner. [ how'd he do that with his mouth. he hands her her microphone, which is now in the shape of a sword. neat. ]
You next! [ pointing to caleb. ] Big Frumpkin. [ and then frumpkin ] And Lil' Frumpkin! BF and LF! Hehe. [ he hands caleb a mic. it looks exactly like caleb described. there is also in the box, a tiny, tiny microphone with a chibi head of caleb on it with a clip, designed to be put on a cat collar. ]
And you! [ pointing to rupert. ] Rupp Dogg. [ and handing rupert his adorable microphone with its clouds and dragon wings. ]
Last but not least! [ pointing to dimitri, with a flourish. ] Ratman Slim! [ and hands him his mic, which has a big lion's head on the top, but the whole thing is made out of bones? there's an eagle painted on one of the bones and it's slashed through with a big red x. how weirdly specific.
ramuda claps his hands. ]
There you go! You're officially in Chuuoku's system. Congrats! All of you can get out of here now.
[ but then he stops, does another turn in the chair. ]
Actually. Byleth-onee-chan! You don't have to go with them, if you don't want to. Life in Chuuoku's pretty great, you know? I'm special, but otherwise, you know what the number one rule is here?
[ in turn, he points to rupert, dimitri and caleb with each word of his sentence. ] No - men - allowed. ★
So you three can stick together and travel outside of this building and outside of the walls of Chuuoku, or be escorted out as a group. Or you can go on your own, one on one! Kyaa, dangerous!
And Byleth-onee-chan can go if she wants, or she can stay here in Chuuoku, with women, in the nice city.
What do you guys think? Pick quickly! ~ How do you wanna travel ~?
[her heart flutters with excitement on receiving her lil swordmic. it's cute. she watches everyone receive their own mics, and feels really excited, for some reason. at last! the land of...
...microphone death! she runs a finger down the blunt blade, and looks pretty pleased, even as she's reflecting on this whole thing.
[He is so happy when he receives his little Frumpkin and his MC name. The real Frumpkin doesn't wear a collar, but. He will affix it to him somehow. There's an annoyed meow of protest when it happens.]
Thank you. Little Frumpkin will treasure it.
[But then as the explanation continues, he's just overwhelmed with the feeling that this is all. . . stupid. This world is stupid. This doesn't make sense.]
Let's please not get split up. [He says, nervously, about how stupid this is getting.]
[ That's very specific, but fitting. He doesn't seem to have any complaints as he turns the mic over in his palm. It's not like any weapons he's ever wielded.
Even the MC name doesn't seem to faze him much, but none of it improves his mood. ]
And we're simply supposed to go along with this...? [ This is ridiculous. But yes, he's staying near the group. ]
What, are you planning on attacking people? [ ramuda tilts his head at rupert! gosh! ] But oka ~y, if you guys really say so. You can head out of the building together.
[ at this point, ramuda hops up from behind his chair. ]
Byleth-onee-chan, I'm gonna miss you already! It's too bad, too bad! [ he will reach out to take byleth's free hand and give it a little squeeze, swinging it. ] Women don't have to take the back elevator, either. We'll take the glass one!
[ and he points to what is in fact a glass elevator, then looks at the other three. ] Byebye!
[ and before anyone can do anything, ramuda gives byleth a nudge off to the glass elevator, there's another horrible screech noise -- ]
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Ooh, ooh! Can mine have little dragon wings coming out of both sides of the handle? Red ones. And, uh... [thinking!] Oh, Caleb, it's a thing that you talk into and it makes your voice really loud, Ichinose told me during that weird debate thing about cereal. Anyways, can mine have cloud shapes on it, too?
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His aesthetic besides jet black and blue? Flatly: ]
The bones of my weapons, and my enemies. Also, I like lions.
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the young man sticks his lollipop in his mouth for a moment, thoughtful, and then smiles, popping it out. ]
A hypnosis mic's the weapon everyone in every division uses nowadays. No more guns! No more swords, the world's like, so much better this way. When you turn on a hypnosis mic, you use it to rap! And when you rap, you can use it like a weapon to hurt people who try and hurt you! Each mic has its own special unique power. Use em to protect yourselves, in this dangerous world! Gain back territory, make your division proud!
[ the young man puts his chin in his hands. ] Now then. There's one more thing... you each get a mic, but if you're gonna have one, you gotta have a MC name. Since I'm in charge in here, I'll make sure to give you a good one! My name's Ramuda, but you can call me Easy-R! Nice to meet you! [ and he winks at byleth ] But you, the most!
[
with that, ramuda takes the mic boxes, and hands them over, one by one. as he hands the mic to each person in succession, there's that same whoom of sound, and the mic transforms. ]
You first! [ pointing at byleth. ] Ei$ner. [ how'd he do that with his mouth. he hands her her microphone, which is now in the shape of a sword. neat. ]
You next! [ pointing to caleb. ] Big Frumpkin. [ and then frumpkin ] And Lil' Frumpkin! BF and LF! Hehe. [ he hands caleb a mic. it looks exactly like caleb described. there is also in the box, a tiny, tiny microphone with a chibi head of caleb on it with a clip, designed to be put on a cat collar. ]
And you! [ pointing to rupert. ] Rupp Dogg. [ and handing rupert his adorable microphone with its clouds and dragon wings. ]
Last but not least! [ pointing to dimitri, with a flourish. ] Ratman Slim! [ and hands him his mic, which has a big lion's head on the top, but the whole thing is made out of bones? there's an eagle painted on one of the bones and it's slashed through with a big red x. how weirdly specific.
ramuda claps his hands. ]
There you go! You're officially in Chuuoku's system. Congrats! All of you can get out of here now.
[ but then he stops, does another turn in the chair. ]
[ in turn, he points to rupert, dimitri and caleb with each word of his sentence. ] No - men - allowed. ★
So you three can stick together and travel outside of this building and outside of the walls of Chuuoku, or be escorted out as a group. Or you can go on your own, one on one! Kyaa, dangerous!
And Byleth-onee-chan can go if she wants, or she can stay here in Chuuoku, with women, in the nice city.
What do you guys think? Pick quickly! ~ How do you wanna travel ~?
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[her heart flutters with excitement on receiving her lil swordmic. it's cute. she watches everyone receive their own mics, and feels really excited, for some reason. at last! the land of...
...microphone death! she runs a finger down the blunt blade, and looks pretty pleased, even as she's reflecting on this whole thing.
...]
I want to stay with them.
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Thank you. Little Frumpkin will treasure it.
[But then as the explanation continues, he's just overwhelmed with the feeling that this is all. . . stupid. This world is stupid. This doesn't make sense.]
Let's please not get split up. [He says, nervously, about how stupid this is getting.]
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—Wait, this is a weapon? [frowning.] Also, uh, rude? But yeah, we shouldn't split up.
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Even the MC name doesn't seem to faze him much, but none of it improves his mood. ]
And we're simply supposed to go along with this...? [ This is ridiculous. But yes, he's staying near the group. ]
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[ at this point, ramuda hops up from behind his chair. ]
Byleth-onee-chan, I'm gonna miss you already! It's too bad, too bad! [ he will reach out to take byleth's free hand and give it a little squeeze, swinging it. ] Women don't have to take the back elevator, either. We'll take the glass one!
[ and he points to what is in fact a glass elevator, then looks at the other three. ] Byebye!
[ and before anyone can do anything, ramuda gives byleth a nudge off to the glass elevator, there's another horrible screech noise -- ]
rupert | caleb | dimitri (and byleth...?)
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so much for not being separated. ]