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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[touch_sensitive]

[The room you've entered into is pitch black and ice cold. Light icy flakes fall unseen and melt upon landing on your flesh. It is the extent of your sensations. Your sense of hearing and touch begins to fade as you stand there, and everything takes on a muffled and muted tone even as the dimmest of lights begins to illuminate the area around you.

A snowy city street is finally revealed. People pass along the sidewalks, moving as if in slow motion. You can tell they are laughing and talking together, but they are utterly silent to your ears, and they maintain a wide radius of where you stand. The merry winter scene is robbed of color, and every movement you make slows to match the pull of this cold world.]

[u_jerk]

Rikuou.

[so who does that shopkeep look like]

[touch_sensitive]

[Definitely sure does look like Kazahaya. He stays still once the greeting is issued, as if waiting for his next cue.]

[x_autnihil]

*glance back at Rikuou, then heads towards the counter*

[u_jerk]

[he doesn't move]

[touch_sensitive]

Did you need anything today?

[Once more the doll's expression remains an unmoving mask even though he speaks to you. He tilts his head turning to face Cesare more directly.]

[x_autnihil]

...

What do you sell?

*watching him closely to see how he moves and talks*

[touch_sensitive]

Everything here is for sale.

[He motions wide to encompass the store, but upon closer inspection, the items on the shelves are simply cardboard stand ups of different things.]

[u_jerk]

.... this is seriously fucked up.

[pushing past both of them to go into the break room]

[touch_sensitive]

I'm sorry if this isn't --

[The doll's voice fades as you step through the doorway. Beyond is the familiar set up of couches and chairs, but the pair on the couch may not be as expected. Kazahaya lays with his head in Rikuou's lap, reaching up to touch his face and smiling gently over some conversation they were having.]

[u_jerk]

[stops dead]

[there's really nothing that can prepare you for seeing yourself like that]

[x_autnihil]

*following, following.

and stopping suddenly behind Rikuou, looking from him to that other pair. oh, now he knows who you are.

...taking a step backwards so as to not intrude so much.*

[touch_sensitive]

[the Kazahaya on the couch makes a disgruntled face at something the Rikuou says and punches him lightly in the stomach, but his expression softens again quickly. what they say to each other can't be heard, and the Kazahaya doesn't seem to notice anyone else's presence.

The tall figure does though, eventually looking up and frowning at the two intruders]

What the hell are you doing here?

[u_jerk]

... who the hell are you?

[touch_sensitive]

[the other Rikuou gives you a look which clearly states you're a moron]

Who do you think? I protect him from things that could hurt him.

[u_jerk]

[winces]

... I'm not gonna hurt him here.