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001 ▸ action & video

[ACTION] CLOSED ▸ SAYAKA MAIZONO (SPOILERS WITHIN!)
ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 1 22:30

[ (Continuation from the third-person sample.)

Afterlife.

That's the only way to rationalise what Mondo sees here. A realistically bright blue sky within a huge mansion, a place so strange it must've only existed in the world of dreams. There's no way you can see the sky from the first floor, if this is the first floor as he assumed. Even with that aside, this whole place just gives him some unpleasant vibes, not to mention the smell of incense.

It can't be a dream, dead people don't see dreams. He was supposed to be dead, after all. The reason why he felt nothing was because... well, whatever those electric noises he heard were, the voltage was probably so high his body couldn't take it, and he immediately died. Yeah. Makes sense to him.

So him being able to move around right now, unscathed, can only mean one thing.

He's in hell.

He never believes the existence of afterlife, let alone heaven and hell. But here he is, alive and kicking after execution. There's no way he's in heaven, he killed someone ー heck, two people. His own friend, and his own brother, at that. It's only right that he's roasted to death perpetually. Scary as that sounds, it might make him feel slightly better. Maybe.

Though, this place sure isn't what he imagined hell to look like, even if the eerie silence is creepy in its own right.

His eyes scan through the room, finding themselves following the candles lighting the area. Heh, he's got it. They gonna drop and set the whole space into fire, right? He'll wait, then. There's no point running away when he has no way to hide. With his eyes closed, Mondo folds his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the 'true punishment' to befall him. ]

[VIDEO] OPEN ▸ ALL
HIS ROOM - DAY 2 09:00

[ Unless you're a heavy sleeper, you might have heard thunderous noises from the video transmission in the middle of night last night. (Note: Please read the first-person sample only and don't scroll up if you want to avoid DR spoilers!) Before anyone could respond, the video transmission cut off last night, and he would've missed any responses until now since the palm pilot was switched off following the violent throw.

Miraculously, when he tries to switch it back on, it's still working. It's a lot more resilient than it seems, and Mondo's 'considerably' calmer after a good night's rest. He's aware that there must be some use to this device, and after fiddling with it for a while, he attempts to do another video transmission. ]

Uh, so. Can anyone tell me why we're here? How do... things work 'round here?

[ He's not looking right at the camera, simply because he doesn't know how front camera works, but his glare is very... glaring. Agitation is still there, and it's pretty obvious. His pompadour is a splendid corncob now as opposed to last night's rather disheveled state.

Does he know how to turn off the transmission without throwing the phone? Looks like someone needs to give him some 101.

Anyway, a few options for this prompt:
a) send him a video response of last night's chaos, shout at him back for waking you up in the middle of nothing, tell him to calm down, etc;
b) go on video call with/send video response to him following the morning transmission;
c) text in response;
d) wildcard, which means... GET WILD! ]

[ACTION] OPEN ▸ ALL
HALLWAYS - DAY 2 12:00

[ A relatively big (187cm or 6ft 1.6inch) young man will be wandering around, trying to figure out where is what. He still has a scowl on his face, but isn't going to eat you if you talk to him. At least not right away... he's pretty hungry. If you're Kiyotaka Ishimaru, he's gonna bolt the shit out of there moments after he spots you. If you're not, then congrats, he might talk to you for a bit. In fact, he might just start the conversation if you don't. (Feel free to start the conversation and not use this prompt!) ]

Hey. Y'know where the dining room's at? We can eat for free?

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[ Mondo's expression darken. He falls silent and looks away, like he's unsure where to put his eyes on. ]

Oh, y-yeah, not bad, man.

[ Not bad at all, in fact. Had this been some other time, he would've been itching to nab the idea. It's creative and functional, especially practical for early mornings. But right now, it hits just too close to home for him to say anything much about it. In his attempt to search for some other topic to jump on, he finds himself staring at the dude instead. ]

...Ya don't look like ya exercise at all, though.

[ He forces his lips to form a rude smirk with that, hoping this maliciously honest opinion will throw the dude off his rhythm and distract him. ]

_{[As he has his camera facing the monkey bars (monkey bars for a monkey, it's kind of perfect, just don't tell him that to his face) he can only hear the slight stutter in Mondo's voice, not see his heavy expression, and his first thought toward the cause is that the guy's probably just overwhelmed seeing what Wonderland's capable of bringing to life. He'd been the same way, when he'd first encountered the Metaverse.

Had he all the pieces to put together, he might have surmised the jab was a cover for something else, but such as it is, it lands and pops the pride in his tour guiding like a balloon. He turns his phone back around.

This face, Mondo. Just... this face.]}

'Cause I ain't built like a brick shithouse!?

_{[Mondo's arms practically being the size of tree trunks, the same with his dumb hair. Apparently this dude didn't get the memo that size isn't everything.]}

I still ain't gonna fight you, so give it up. I don't want someone cryin' on their first day.

[ Someone's defensive. The reaction was almost amusing ー in fact, it was hilarious until that last remark. There's a thing called 'one word too many', though in this case maybe it's more of 'one sentence too many'. ]

've got no fuckin' clue what yer talkin' 'bout...

[ Just when Mondo thought this punk's a little bit more than that ー he's just all talk after all. What a fuckin' waste of time.

He scoffs mockingly at the screen. ]

Scaredy cat young master.

That's my line! I was on my way to bein' a pro athlete!

_{[Yeah, he's still stuck on that last one. If anything, he seems more huffy Mondo dissed his bod than called his guts into question. He knows he's no coward--but did Mondo really have to go and say that!? He works out all the time? He takes good care of his physique? He's totally fit???

Maybe he's still a little sensitive that he had to build back so much endurance after his injury... But cut him a break here, man, he's not winning many points in the looks or brains department as it is, and a gimpy leg doesn't help. A guy's gotta cling to what he has; let him and his runner's body live.]}

I ain't scared. _{[An afterthought, firm and factual. Things that aren't a sensitive issue: putting his neck on the line when need be. But this isn't one of those times.]} You're confusin' doin' you a favor with bein' afraid.

You ain't gonna get people wantin' to help a guy learn what he wants to know by gettin' in their face. And there's enough shit to fight without fightin' each other. Save your energy for the real do-or-die stuff.

_{[Why is he even trying to give this guy advice???]}

[ Mondo's not one to diss someone who's working their way to be a pro athlete ー maybe under a different circumstance, he'd apologise. This time though? God, just listen to this fucker yap. ]

All 'm hearin' from you 're just superficial crap. Preach that to yer future kids or somethin'.

[ Look, he knows all those shit already, he doesn't need to be told by some busybody trying to act like some nice guy or whatever shit he's trying to pull here. He's the head of the biggest biker gang in Japan, for fuck's sake, he knows when to pick his fight and with who. What's not sitting with him is this punk's constant implication of him being stronger. That's called provocation, and you're just asking for it. If you're not gonna fight, shut your trap! ]

Never asked for yer help 'nyway.

You asked for somebody's help. I was tryin'a do that!

_{[Yeah, why are you trying to give this guy advice, Ryuji? He clearly isn't in a head space for listening. Ryuji rolls his eyes.]}

Whatever, guy, if you think you're too cool to talk to me, you do what you gotta do. But if anyone's actin' like they got somethin' to prove here, it sure as hell ain't me.

[ Is he even listening to what bullshit he's been spewing? ]

Dude. You kept yappin' how you're gonna make some other peeps cry or whatever shit. And you say you're not tryinna prove anythin'?!

What!?

_{[Wow, why is he starting to feel called out right now... Ryuji's eyes pop wide in a look of incredulity, and he makes a gesture that's meant to more or less encapsulate their entire conversation.]}

I only said that because you went off about-- _{[And here he deepens his voice to imitate Mondo's growl.]} --messin' with ya ain't free and come do that in person.

_{[YADDA YADDA YADDA subtext about fighting somewhere in there.]}

You're the one who wanted to start shit, that was me lettin' you know it wouldn't be that easy!

_{[WHY ARE YOU BOTH EVEN TALKING ABOUT THIS.

YOU BOTH NEED A TRASH TALK TIMEOUT.]}

[ Goddammit, why the fuck's this punk so good at pressing the right buttons? Because the simmering anger is just exploding off his top now. ]

You're the one who started shit!! Sayin' 'm talkin' to wall or some shit! Was seriously asking questions, goddammit! You lookin' down at me or somethin'?! Bring it, bastard!!

[ Are they in primary school... ]

_{[Hey, don't try to yell over him! He'll yeLL OVER YOU.]}

Because you were lookin' in the wrong place! _{[So there. Take that primary school logic and shove it.]} I don't hear you askin' anythin' now!

_{[And for the record, he can't look down on you, you look pretty tall, you fucking prick.]}

Edited (forgot to drop a 'g', goddamn you and your terrible grammar, Ryuji) 2017-09-08 22:45 (UTC)

[ IGNORES THE FUCK OUTTA THAT FIRST REMARK ]

Hah! Then tell me where the fuck you are.

[ LET'S RUMBLE ]

_[WOW.]

Are you listening!?

_{[Um, don't ignore him??? If there's one thing more aggravating than being visually accosted with that pompadour, it's being ignored...

And let's not forget this perfect storm of '50s gang banger cliches pretty much accused him of being a noodle on Mishima's level. U g h, what an annoying guy. Who lets these people in!?]}

I said I ain't interested, damn it! _{[Steady, Ryuji. Deep breaths.]} Do you even know where you are? You just fell into a whole other world and the first thing you wanna do is tussle? Don't you think there are better things to be doin'!?

_{[Hot-headed pot calling the kettle...]}

[ Nope. Not listening.

Also, look.

You are a chicken noodle.

He just grunts at the remark, knowing full well how true that is, but also, if you're gonna challenge him to a fight, he's gonna take it. That's his principle of life, dammit! ]

Like what?!

[ Give him a good fuckin' example. ]

How the hell did I wind up bein' interrogated when I answered this willingly in the first place!?

_{[A chicken noodle... The hits just keep on coming...]}

How about, I dunno, gettin' to know the people! Askin' around if anyone you know is here! Figurin' out what sorta escape routes have already been tried! Learning how to use a phone properly?

_{[Would you like an itemized list, or bullet form?]}

Edited 2017-09-10 10:14 (UTC)

Imma do that even if ya don't tell me!!!

[ Mondo... you asked. ]

And you shut up about the phone!! Don't think you're all that just 'cuz you can use one, dammit! Betcha can't even swing a bat or ride a bike!!

[ What are you competing for... ]

Edited (not enough exclamation marks) 2017-09-10 10:31 (UTC)

Obviously you ain't or you woulda let me finish explainin' things before you started in on my figure. Sayin' it don't look like I exercise...

_{[Grumble grumble. He's not letting go of that one easily, and no, he will not shut up. It seems only a matter of time before this dude hangs up on him (or more like throws the phone until it goes dark) and he plans to maximize their time for mutual shit-flinging like the mature almost-adult he is.

Can he swing a bat... ha! This guy would be surprised what he's done with a bat and sheer luck. Ryuji snorts and doesn't deign to dignify that with a response.]}

What decade did you fall out of? Who doesn't know how to work a phone? Lemme take a guess, you're one of those tough guys drivin' by knockin' over little old ladies' mailboxes, aren't you?

_{[Motorcycles in and of themselves don't mean anything, and if it were anyone else using them as bragging rights he might've stopped himself from making assumptions and asked them more about it. But when it's a musclehead making that kind of declaration, he starts getting an image.]}

[ And you get ignored again, sorry dude. Can't waste time for small fries. ]

Ya got no morales or somethin'?! Old or not ya can't touch them ladies!! You gotta be respectful of them, the hell, you do shit like that?!

[ You sound like you're familiar with those crap! ]

Goddammit, Imma do you in whenever I see you, you sicko bastard!

_{[Respectful of-- What!? Ryuji rears back with comically wide-eyed disbelief like Mondo's knocked his head from his shoulders in place of the hypothetical mailboxes (that apparently remain untouched and unmolested).

Some wires may have been crossed in the making of this petty argument.]}

What the hell? Of course I don't--

_{[Wait, why is he even defending himself? He's still not the one with something to prove! Except that's looking less and less true the wider he opens his mouth. Good job, Ryuji.]}

I was talkin' about you, you idiot!

Edited 2017-09-10 19:44 (UTC)

[ Holy shit... he looks fug like that. ]

'Course I don't!! 's a man's principle to respect them, you dimwit!! You shoulda know that much if you're a man!!

_{[This is the face of utter and complete exasperation. This s.o.b...

Is this how people feel dealing with him on a regular basis? Jesus, he's getting a taste of his own medicine and boy, is it bitter.]}

I don't need to be told that! I'm a man and and a pha-- _{[Ffffff--wah? God, shit, abort abort. Phantom thief are off-limit words, meant for close company and only a specific set of ears.

Ryuji stumbles, but only for the barest second, continuing on with a flush of color on the sides of his neck. Fuck this guy of all guys for making him almost blurt out something he hadn't intended to.]}

I mean, I prolly know that better than you! I don't go around tryin'a pick fights like some thug.

[ What was that?! ]

Pha-what? If ya got somethin' to say, say it loud and clear!!

[ Mondo growls in annoyance. What kinda man titter tatter around his words like that?! This fuckin' wimp... ]

How many times you gonna make me repeat?! Ya dangled a fight so I just grabbed it!!

_{[Two bigmouths on an argumentative merry-go-round, 'round and 'round they go, where they stop, nobody knows...

If anything, being (fairly) called out on his slip of the tongue makes Ryuji flare up even more, spurred on by Mondo's jabbing so that he all but defensively bellows his next response.]}

Nothing! _[...] I changed my mind.

_{[Whatever, he's allowed to do that if he wants.]}

Well... _{[Ugh. Ryuji knows he's going to have to give ground here and he doesn't like it. He holds his breath a moment before speaking again, sucking up the instinct to come back with figurative fists flying.]} Fine. So maybe you don't go after women.

_{[You still look like a thug, though, just sayin'.]}

Men don't go back on their words.

[ He states this as both matter of fact and pressure. Dude's gettin' suspicious. ]

The fuck're ya? Underling of this mansion's mastermind?

[ The acknowledgement makes him scoff. ]

You're damn right I don't! Unlike someone here, I'm a man with principles!

_{[To think for a minute... for a millisecond... he almost thought this guy was tolerable.]}

Then I guess it's damn good I ain't said a thing I didn't think was true! "Men this," "men that"--give it a rest already, jeez.

_{[It's Ryuji's turn to sweep the bulk of Mondo's comment aside--he doesn't really want to get into what he would've said if he hadn't caught himself in time. It's taking all of his energy not to let Mondo's increasingly off-base blustering put a twitch in his eyelid.

"Underling"? "Unlike someone here"? Mondo, you are one lucky dicksplash that there's a screen separating them. This gyaruo's beady little eyes promise murder (and they're actually not beady at all thanks to Ryuji having large eyes; that's like twice the amount of murder in that glare).]}

Do I look like I'm involved? I'm stuck here, same as you! Why would I be tellin' you about this place if I was behind it?

[ The more he talks to this guy, the more his blood boils. On top of being wishy-washy, the crap's that look supposed to be? An attempt of intimidation? Hah! Mondo glowers right back, like he hasn't already been doing so for the past few minutes. Here, loser. Let him give you a perfect example. ]

Hell if I know! You're probably just tryinna get people to trust you and stab them from the back or some shit like that after! 'Sides, if y'ain't suspicious, y'shouldn't be so scared to tell me the fuck you are!

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