Lyric: 27 /Radio Memory
[transmission begin.]
A man's voice, worn down. "No... I must keep fighting... My time is...almost up..."
Composer's voice, now, accompanied by footsteps. "I’m back, ---."
A boy's voice, full of shock. "J-J-J..."
Composer ignored the boy. "Your timer must be nearly ticked out."
"Joshua!? You’re alive! But why are you here?"
"No, Sir! I’m not done, not yet! I WILL protect Shibuya!"
The sounds of an attempted fight, ending with Joshua's laughter. "It seems I’ve won."
The man's voice is full of pain. "NOOOOOO!!! It can’t end like this... Who else will protect Shibuya?"
The boy's voice is confused, demanding answers. "A timer!? Why does HE have a timer?"
"Then... You’ll do as You intended? You’re going to erase it... The streets I know and love, gone..."
"You did well, ---. That was one of my more enjoyable Games." Joshua sounded almost regretful, but that smile is still in his voice.
"I gave it my all, Sir. I have no regrets."
"You know, I liked your idea. Shame it didn’t work out."
"You gave me a wonderful opportunity. Thank You, Sir. As for you... Well played, Player. I still can’t fathom why my imprinting failed to affect you."
The boy, the Player, seemed a bit subdued with everyone finally paying attention to him. "Me neither... Wait! That’s right!
The man seemed as puzzled as the boy had been earlier. "Another Player Pin!? Why do you have two? I only gave you the one! ...Ha ha. Of course! ---... It’s up to you now."
"Huh? Joshua? What’s going on?"
Joshua seemed calm, calmer than he was before. "All of this was a Game--one set up by me."
"What? Then that means you’re--"
"Let me make it obvious. Hmm... I suppose they’ll serve."
A girl's voice now. "Wh-what’s happening?"
Now a different boy's. "I can’t...move...yo..." The first boy yelled something completely obscured by static.
Joshua laughed for the third time. "It was me, ---". I’m Shibuya’s Composer."
"What? But that...can’t be..."
Joshua seemed light hearted, though sincere. "I know that must unsettle you. Especially since we spent all that quality time together. Still, it’s the truth, and I need you to face it..."
[transmission end.]
[[ooc: From Week 3, Day 7.]]
[After a while, this appears in the journals.]
My name is Joshua. Call me that or Composer, I'll answer to both.