[excellent. fried chicken timeline averted. mikazuki will give the chicken a pet pet and laughs to himself as he begins to walk along.]
Ha ha ha... and whose justice?
[don't talk back to the radio, old man. but if there's a lot of footprints are there like. three sets. are they their own footprints. is jiji back at the beginning i don't remember if the ferry dropped them off on the beach.
[you are all the way in the bottom right of the map zetsu and now kdj is walking up to the mansion. as he enters, everything from the outside world goes extremely quiet. there are white walls and large windows, tile floors and pristine displays. art hangs on the walls, and pottery, statues and other such items sit on their display mounts through the hallway. there is a set of stairs at the end of the hall, along with two wings splitting off to other portions of the house.
as he walks and fiddles with the radio, he will find that he can't communicate with anyone, but he will hear something come through.]
"Known as the Mikazuki Munechika, this special sword was crafted by the legendary Sanjo Munechika. He was considered one of Japan’s most skilled swordsmiths in the Heian period (794 to 1185 CE). Munechika was so fond of his creation that he attached his name to it—in addition to the term mikazuki, which is the Japanese word for “crescent moon.”
[out on the beach, moon and chicken will walk along the sand. the fog begins to part as a full moon shines overhead. there are three sets of footprints, but it's hard to discern if they are their own or not. he follows, heading down the beach and approaching what looks like a recently put-out bonfire. the wooden stairs are ahead of him, along with a small fenced-off area. the footsteps appear to have gone behind this fence though. will the old man follow, or will he safely take the stairs?
aikawa, meanwhile, in the forest, has a bone.]
"Knock knock."
[it's a feminine voice somewhere behind him, but the footsteps stop at least? that's not how the joke goes, is it?
he doesn't see anything though. just the slowly encroaching fog.]
[ (zetsu voice) thank you ty i owe you my life. but also we are farther from radio tower? damn
Dokja spends a moment just looking around, squinting at the white walls and large windows but white doesn't necessarily scream danger. a specific kind of danger maybe, but he brushes it off. look at all this art... either someone is a collector or just really enjoys art galleries to have one of their own.
when the radio spews out that information, Dokja can't help but chuckle to himself. after all, he has seen a replica of the sword in mention before. ]
I did obtain a replica in a previous Scenario, though it doesn't live up to the real thing of course.
[ thanks for the jiji lore that he remembers reading up on plenty of times before. "i hate fiction" me too ty. anyways, Dokja will head up the stairs while glancing at the art pieces before heading along the first wing? the most left one? what else do we have here. ]
just kidding. jiji doesn't spit. he also doesn't care about doing things safely now that they're all split up! he's going to follow the footprints with his chicken
how recently put out was the campfire though? he will just walk a little more quickly to try to catch up with whoever left it, listening closely for either more radio communication or any other signs of life]
[ He already said 'who's there' so repeating himself seems redundant. He'll keep slowly walking in a direction, sticking one hand into his pocket as he does, the other one adjusting its grip on the flashlight. Since there is apparently nothing other than fog he will just keep heading along for now. ]
[you are farther from the radio tower yeah. for a reference of where you are in relation to the tower, jiji is a little further than kdj, and aikawa is way across the map at a higher elevation. yay!
kdj learns nothing he didn't already know, and as he talks to himself and begins to head upstairs he will find that the radio continues to talk.]
"In the beginning of his tale, the greatest motivation that Dokja had was reading. Given it was the sole reason he was able to live on. It motivated him to continue to live day by day, looking forward to the new chapter in his favorite story. Finding a simple yet fulfilling happiness that gave meaning to him in what he saw to be a dark cruel world. However, towards the end it was for the sake of his End- his conclusion, that drove him to reach his goals. To reach that End, Dokja was willing to do whatever was necessary to obtain it."
[portraits hang on the walls of the first wing, variousimages and poses. as dokja walks though, he will get the sense he is being watched as well.
jiji, on the beach, decides that safety is for chumps. the campfire was put out really recently! like. extremely. there is still some smoke in the air. as he follows the footsteps he will have to figure out how to scale the fence or get through it, but the radio will flicker in static, providing him with another tidbit.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference."
[the sand shifts beneath his feet, but he will hear the sound of laughter ahead of him.
aikawa...picked a very, very terrible phrase for this actually, damn, because after a few moments a potentially familiar voice will laugh instead.]
"Thanks for the invite!"
[it's a warm, strange feeling, almost comforting for a moment as the fog rolls in and seeps its way under his mask. it invades his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and soon it settles around his brain as he feels himself lose control of his body. the ghost settles in, comfortably winding its way around the crevices of aikawa's brain before he feels himself begin to walk further into the forest, dropping his flashlight.]
[ Alright radio, tell him about his life story. That's fine. Dokja at least seems mostly unbothered, collectively walking along though he does glance at the portraits as he passes them. ]
I was.
[ And he has done everything necessary to obtain it. Who knows why he's bothering to reply. But it's true, he has obtained the End he wants. But now he's dragged into this hostage situation and, until he can return with them- he can't return to that End.
Can he get a general feel of where he's being watched? From the end of this wing? Back where he came? Or is it just in general all around. He will continue down the wing in the meantime. ]
[jiji's answer to every fence and every obstacle that says he's Not Allowed is always just. to simply brute force it. so he will tuck bobchansan against him with his non-dominant arm, and then draw his sword with the other like so:
and he's just. he's just going to slice the fence at its weakest point of the latch to break it and let him in! let him in!!!
[ WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. I’m just that noot noot penguin. This may as well happen.
He kinda expected this, he had a feeling it’d be like this. But it’s not so different from his dreams, right? He can only play along with it, and at least for a little while, he can let it be. Who’s gonna say no to even a few minutes of comfort and warmth.
'Fuck this.'
He lets it happen, let whatever this is take him through the motions. I am in your hands now Ty, where is he going. ]
[very glad that kdj is just kind of narrating his own life as he goes along. me as well. the portraits continue portraying different events and different images he will find familiar, but as he walks he will get the sense it is all around. lights flash from both sides, and before he reaches the end of the hall he finds himself crashing into an invisible barrier. it feels like cool glass, smooth and see-through. as he looks around though, he will find himself face to face with several pairs of eyes. all eyes are watching him, waiting with baited breath, cameras flashing as they take in his appearance.]
"Upon meeting, Dokja is quite mostly polite, usually in a friendly enough manner with most new acquaintances. He tries not to deeply trust everyone so easily, however, he still proves to be kind and a caring guy for the most part. Unless of course someone has an irking personality or attitude that has him treating them notably differently. Children, on the other hand, get a softer side out of him."
[his arms begin to move, positioning themselves to be loose at his sides as he's forced to stand upright. lights continue to flash in his face as people admire him from afar.
the fence on the beach is now busted. it's just gone. you really did not have to do this to the poor fence, but there it goes. jiji and bobchansan find themselves running around to the other side of a large cave, heading across the sand and following the sound of laughter. it seems to disappear right as the footsteps stop though. grandpa is alone, but his radio crackles helpfully.]
"I thought I could become real friends with you." "I don't have any memories of my past...and my face looks like this...even thought you don't know what kind of a human I am, are you really fine with that?" "What about you? I'm - isn't that a dealbreaker?" - - "So if you can promise me you won't use your magic -"
[the radio transmission stops. the laughter is gone, and the fog settles around him. he can turn back the way he came, or he can actually keep walking? where will he go?
aikawa meanwhile has no control of the situation anymore and begins plodding his way through the forest. he begins to walk ahead, ignoring some of the tree branches that slap him in the face and brush against his arms. he begins walking down a slope, and if he's not careful he will slip and fall. i will let you roll for damage, but as he hits the bottom of the slope he finds himself next to a river. he is also still very far away from the other two because this is just how this is going now.
he could try to negotiate with his ghost if he wants, or he can continue to settle. you know. as you do.]
[ the sudden crash into an invisible barrier gets a quiet yelp from him. it does enough force that he stumbles and nearly falls completely on his rear. jeez, figured whatever is in control would put an invisible barrier here, Dokja just squints at it before he turns and
freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]
[ This is the funniest autopilot he’s ever had to be in, please. Yeah he’s just kind of letting this ghost take him wherever because he would really just rather have no braincells — and like. He puts up with the branches kinda brushing up against his clothes, wiping dew off on his jacket. He puts up with the bushes kinda jabbing in in the legs, either on his metal boots or higher, giving him some prickles. He is barely putting up with being smacked in the face with a branch here and there, and the longer they walk, the more subtly 💢 he’s getting. He can’t even zone out / ‘sleep’ in peace anymore even in a field trip.
And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
[nooooo face covering! dokja doesn't get to have that luxury. instead, here he is. the display. there will be no face stabbing, actually, and instead the whispering starts around him.
"He's willing to make up a persona if it means he gets what he needs."
"Unsurprisingly, he's overly sacrificial, given his love for those he cares about deeply he'll go as far as to give up his own life for them."
he does have a limited range of motion. he could try to move if he would like. he also still has a whole totebag of loot he could sift through as all the world watches.
on the other hand, jiji walks with bobchansan and it's very funny he went this way actually because he's coming around the backside of the mansion. it appears the same for him as it did for kdj. large, modern, beautiful. the front door is wide open, but as he approaches he will hear a strange, high-pitched sort of whine. does he persist?
aikawa is busy losing his shit in the woods and if that ain't a mood. he's at the riverside and off the clear path, alone and presumably forgotten. where is he going? currently, it seems like he's stopped for now. his body's arms fold over his chest. then behind his head. holding his chin. behind his back. it's testing his movements, but before he can go anywhere the bushes rustle. a ball rolls toward his feet, and he's allowed this one free motion.
if he can still move his legs, he's going to walk back the way he came. this wing sucks! time to move on! the world can watch him walk walk fashion baby (no)
he will pointedly look away from any of the lights, just focus on the walk back. he does have his totebag of goodies but... well, he won't resort to trying to get something from there yet. he will just focus on trying to get back to the split off. ]
[ He is constantly McLosing It in some manner of way at all hours. He’s grumbling as his body continues to make these motions and he finds it extremely bizarre to be lucid and aware as himself for once, even while this is happening. Maybe his graduation diploma worked better than he thought it would (haha unless…?). ]
I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
[walk walk, fashion baby, run straight into the other wall. that is to say, kdj can start going the way he came, but there is a second invisible barrier! more eyes follow him, tracking his movements inside this hallway-sized box. that is probably unfortunate for him.
jiji continues to not have an idea, except the whine is still thrumming. it's the same sort of sound that they heard in the cave, and as jiji fiddles with the radio he gets something new.]
"Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!"
[as he tunes the radio, that same blue lighting begins to flicker and appear near the entrance of the house. it seems to pulse again, dependent on how jiji's handling the radio. it's not quite big enough for him to do anything yet, but he could attempt to make it bigger or smaller.
on the other side of the map, the ghost seems to vibe patiently inside aikawa, like it's testing him and his resolve. he may pick up the ball. however, now that he's getting a better look at the ball, the ball looks familiar.]
[ WHY THIS!!! has his radio got silent again, does he need to fiddle it some more? he will for a moment but. otherwise he can probably try to rummage through his totebag for something to use if he can move his arms.
flashlight, rope, canteen, lighter fluid, box of matches, non-perishable food items... suppose he could just set this hallway on fire if he really tried. :umm: ]
Anyway he yelps immediately the moment he sees what this is, dropping it pretty much immediately. He wants to leave. He wants to leave now. Will his body let him? ]
Edited (trying to write posts on my work mac means the links get broken a lot) 2022-06-22 07:39 (UTC)
[well. here we are. kdj can in fact fiddle with his radio?]
"Ha ha ha."
[very helpful, I'm sure. since he was only fiddling with it for a bit, that's all he's getting right now! however, he has enough range of his arms to move them and dig through his items. he has a few things! what would he like to try?
i'm going out of order to deal with aikawa first. anyway the bolly kind of bounces, tumbling away to stare at aikawa for a moment. its dead eyes lock onto his, but his body will not quite let him just yet.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference. But do you know who you are?"
[the ghost begins to drive again, forcing aikawa's feet forward. the head stays, but with each step its appearance wavers between molly to another familiar face.]
"Why are you even here?"
[anyway.
jiji makes the lighting bigger, and this is actually a terrible idea for everyone involved. the sound of the high-pitched radio frequency increases, the blue lights forming their previous lotus petal, and the world around all of them wavers.]
[but actually...kdj doesn't get a choice in what he tries.
whatever the hell jiji just did...really, truly just did something.
when everything flickers back into view, there's a few things they should all take note of.
1.) the mansion is now on fire and kdj is still trapped in a box 2.) portions of the mansion have fallen thanks to the flames, crushing one of jiji's legs as bobchansan bolts 3.) aikawa's arms are bloody and scratched up, blood droplets forming phrases such as "who am i" and "who are you"
[ the sound of laughter before the mansion suddenly combusted in fire? very nice (no)
and all he has is items that can make the fire worse, a rope that will just burn up, and a canteen with small amounts of water. cool. is he unable to cover his mouth still? otherwise i guess he'll just breathe in smoke it's probably fine.
he does at least shout when the fire seems to be a thing. this is not a box he wants to be in, now for fiery reasons. ]
You've gotta be kidding-- [ RAT TRAP? RAT TRAP. HE IS A TRAPPED RAT. does the wing lok any different from when he first walked down here? maybe something that stands out? a sign? a HINT? ]
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Ha ha ha... and whose justice?
[don't talk back to the radio, old man. but if there's a lot of footprints are there like. three sets. are they their own footprints. is jiji back at the beginning i don't remember if the ferry dropped them off on the beach.
he will follow the footprints anyway to verify]
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... Who's there?
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as he walks and fiddles with the radio, he will find that he can't communicate with anyone, but he will hear something come through.]
[out on the beach, moon and chicken will walk along the sand. the fog begins to part as a full moon shines overhead. there are three sets of footprints, but it's hard to discern if they are their own or not. he follows, heading down the beach and approaching what looks like a recently put-out bonfire. the wooden stairs are ahead of him, along with a small fenced-off area. the footsteps appear to have gone behind this fence though. will the old man follow, or will he safely take the stairs?
aikawa, meanwhile, in the forest, has a bone.]
"Knock knock."
[it's a feminine voice somewhere behind him, but the footsteps stop at least? that's not how the joke goes, is it?
he doesn't see anything though. just the slowly encroaching fog.]
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Dokja spends a moment just looking around, squinting at the white walls and large windows but white doesn't necessarily scream danger. a specific kind of danger maybe, but he brushes it off. look at all this art... either someone is a collector or just really enjoys art galleries to have one of their own.
when the radio spews out that information, Dokja can't help but chuckle to himself. after all, he has seen a replica of the sword in mention before. ]
I did obtain a replica in a previous Scenario, though it doesn't live up to the real thing of course.
[ thanks for the jiji lore that he remembers reading up on plenty of times before. "i hate fiction" me too ty. anyways, Dokja will head up the stairs while glancing at the art pieces before heading along the first wing? the most left one? what else do we have here. ]
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just kidding. jiji doesn't spit. he also doesn't care about doing things safely now that they're all split up! he's going to follow the footprints with his chicken
how recently put out was the campfire though? he will just walk a little more quickly to try to catch up with whoever left it, listening closely for either more radio communication or any other signs of life]
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[ He already said 'who's there' so repeating himself seems redundant. He'll keep slowly walking in a direction, sticking one hand into his pocket as he does, the other one adjusting its grip on the flashlight. Since there is apparently nothing other than fog he will just keep heading along for now. ]
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kdj learns nothing he didn't already know, and as he talks to himself and begins to head upstairs he will find that the radio continues to talk.]
[portraits hang on the walls of the first wing, various images and poses. as dokja walks though, he will get the sense he is being watched as well.
jiji, on the beach, decides that safety is for chumps. the campfire was put out really recently! like. extremely. there is still some smoke in the air. as he follows the footsteps he will have to figure out how to scale the fence or get through it, but the radio will flicker in static, providing him with another tidbit.]
[the sand shifts beneath his feet, but he will hear the sound of laughter ahead of him.
aikawa...picked a very, very terrible phrase for this actually, damn, because after a few moments a potentially familiar voice will laugh instead.]
"Thanks for the invite!"
[it's a warm, strange feeling, almost comforting for a moment as the fog rolls in and seeps its way under his mask. it invades his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and soon it settles around his brain as he feels himself lose control of his body. the ghost settles in, comfortably winding its way around the crevices of aikawa's brain before he feels himself begin to walk further into the forest, dropping his flashlight.]
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I was.
[ And he has done everything necessary to obtain it. Who knows why he's bothering to reply. But it's true, he has obtained the End he wants. But now he's dragged into this hostage situation and, until he can return with them- he can't return to that End.
Can he get a general feel of where he's being watched? From the end of this wing? Back where he came? Or is it just in general all around. He will continue down the wing in the meantime. ]
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and he's just. he's just going to slice the fence at its weakest point of the latch to break it and let him in! let him in!!!
who the hell is laughing and can he join in now]
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He kinda expected this, he had a feeling it’d be like this. But it’s not so different from his dreams, right? He can only play along with it, and at least for a little while, he can let it be. Who’s gonna say no to even a few minutes of comfort and warmth.
'Fuck this.'
He lets it happen, let whatever this is take him through the motions. I am in your hands now Ty, where is he going. ]
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[his arms begin to move, positioning themselves to be loose at his sides as he's forced to stand upright. lights continue to flash in his face as people admire him from afar.
the fence on the beach is now busted. it's just gone. you really did not have to do this to the poor fence, but there it goes. jiji and bobchansan find themselves running around to the other side of a large cave, heading across the sand and following the sound of laughter. it seems to disappear right as the footsteps stop though. grandpa is alone, but his radio crackles helpfully.]
[the radio transmission stops. the laughter is gone, and the fog settles around him. he can turn back the way he came, or he can actually keep walking? where will he go?
aikawa meanwhile has no control of the situation anymore and begins plodding his way through the forest. he begins to walk ahead, ignoring some of the tree branches that slap him in the face and brush against his arms. he begins walking down a slope, and if he's not careful he will slip and fall. i will let you roll for damage, but as he hits the bottom of the slope he finds himself next to a river. he is also still very far away from the other two because this is just how this is going now.
he could try to negotiate with his ghost if he wants, or he can continue to settle. you know. as you do.]
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freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]
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... I wonder whose privacy I'm invading right now...?
[whose tragic backstory is he listening to?
anyway. stopping while he's ahead? mikazuki munechika? unlikely. he's going to keep walking forward while everyone has a bad time.]
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And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
[ STOP IT!! ]
Where am I going, anyway?!
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"He's willing to make up a persona if it means he gets what he needs."
"Unsurprisingly, he's overly sacrificial, given his love for those he cares about deeply he'll go as far as to give up his own life for them."
he does have a limited range of motion. he could try to move if he would like. he also still has a whole totebag of loot he could sift through as all the world watches.
on the other hand, jiji walks with bobchansan and it's very funny he went this way actually because he's coming around the backside of the mansion. it appears the same for him as it did for kdj. large, modern, beautiful. the front door is wide open, but as he approaches he will hear a strange, high-pitched sort of whine. does he persist?
aikawa is busy losing his shit in the woods and if that ain't a mood. he's at the riverside and off the clear path, alone and presumably forgotten. where is he going? currently, it seems like he's stopped for now. his body's arms fold over his chest. then behind his head. holding his chin. behind his back. it's testing his movements, but before he can go anywhere the bushes rustle. a ball rolls toward his feet, and he's allowed this one free motion.
to kicky...or not to kicky...]
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if he can still move his legs, he's going to walk back the way he came. this wing sucks! time to move on! the world can watch him walk walk fashion baby (no)
he will pointedly look away from any of the lights, just focus on the walk back. he does have his totebag of goodies but... well, he won't resort to trying to get something from there yet. he will just focus on trying to get back to the split off. ]
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but he is curious about the whine, and will start walking in that direction. though he will glance toward bobchansan first]
... do stay close, dear. I would hate for us to have come all this way only for you to become dinner.
[of whatever is making the whining noise....
but now that he's in a different location, he will sort of fiddle with the radio again in case it might hold new secrets]
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I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
…Hello?
[ HELLO??? ]
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jiji continues to not have an idea, except the whine is still thrumming. it's the same sort of sound that they heard in the cave, and as jiji fiddles with the radio he gets something new.]
[as he tunes the radio, that same blue lighting begins to flicker and appear near the entrance of the house. it seems to pulse again, dependent on how jiji's handling the radio. it's not quite big enough for him to do anything yet, but he could attempt to make it bigger or smaller.
on the other side of the map, the ghost seems to vibe patiently inside aikawa, like it's testing him and his resolve. he may pick up the ball. however, now that he's getting a better look at the ball, the ball looks familiar.]
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Gch-!
[ WHY THIS!!! has his radio got silent again, does he need to fiddle it some more? he will for a moment but. otherwise he can probably try to rummage through his totebag for something to use if he can move his arms.
flashlight, rope, canteen, lighter fluid, box of matches, non-perishable food items... suppose he could just set this hallway on fire if he really tried. :umm: ]
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]
Ha ha ha.
[fiddles with the dial to make the lighting bigger??? (jiji voice) bigger is better]
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Anyway he yelps immediately the moment he sees what this is, dropping it pretty much immediately. He wants to leave. He wants to leave now. Will his body let him? ]
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[very helpful, I'm sure. since he was only fiddling with it for a bit, that's all he's getting right now! however, he has enough range of his arms to move them and dig through his items. he has a few things! what would he like to try?
i'm going out of order to deal with aikawa first. anyway the bolly kind of bounces, tumbling away to stare at aikawa for a moment. its dead eyes lock onto his, but his body will not quite let him just yet.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference. But do you know who you are?"
[the ghost begins to drive again, forcing aikawa's feet forward. the head stays, but with each step its appearance wavers between molly to another familiar face.]
"Why are you even here?"
[anyway.
jiji makes the lighting bigger, and this is actually a terrible idea for everyone involved. the sound of the high-pitched radio frequency increases, the blue lights forming their previous lotus petal, and the world around all of them wavers.]
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whatever the hell jiji just did...really, truly just did something.
when everything flickers back into view, there's a few things they should all take note of.
1.) the mansion is now on fire and kdj is still trapped in a box
2.) portions of the mansion have fallen thanks to the flames, crushing one of jiji's legs as bobchansan bolts
3.) aikawa's arms are bloody and scratched up, blood droplets forming phrases such as "who am i" and "who are you"
so. now what?]
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and all he has is items that can make the fire worse, a rope that will just burn up, and a canteen with small amounts of water. cool. is he unable to cover his mouth still? otherwise i guess he'll just breathe in smoke it's probably fine.
he does at least shout when the fire seems to be a thing. this is not a box he wants to be in, now for fiery reasons. ]
You've gotta be kidding-- [ RAT TRAP? RAT TRAP. HE IS A TRAPPED RAT. does the wing lok any different from when he first walked down here? maybe something that stands out? a sign? a HINT? ]
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