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Keima wakes up in 754 Partridge Drive, finding himself strangely in bed. His glasses are off, and his room is eerily silent save for the quiet ticking of an antiquated-looking alarm clock on the night stand. The background hum of his several video game consoles is absent and there is natural light streaming into his bedroom. Natural light is the gamer's enemy and Keima sealed his windows years ago so he wouldn't have that horrible screen-glare whilst he games.
「This is not my room. 」
He sits up, reaching where he would naturally set his glasses on the rare chance he sleeps, finding them on the right side of his pillow. Keima puts them on and studies the features of the room. There are baseball decals as the trim to the floor and ceiling on the wall. Any appliance in the room looks retro.
「 This is a dream, or another hare-brained scheme done by that no good demon buddy and sister of mine, Elsie... Where is she, anyway? Normally she'd bust through the door shouting 'Kami-samaaaaaa~ uguuuuu~' and start crying. 」
"Hmmph. What kind of flag did I trigger for this event? Well, whatever. Information gathering, information gathering."
Keima starts looking around the room, finding that all of his belongings are gone, including his video games. He doesn't panic yet as there are still several questions left to be answered. Though he does twitch that his beloved PFP portable video game player is also not here. Finally, he comes to a picture on his desk. There's a striped man next to an older lady, Keima next to another striped man with green skin and an all-too-recognizable demon buddy and faux-sister next to him.
"E-Elsieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." He mutters darkly, holding the picture frame with both hands so tightly the plastic over the picture cracks. He unconsciously touches his neck, realizing that the choker is gone. A sudden swell of emotions overwhelms him and he drops the picture frame.
[ We'll see how this posting format goes. For now, have a Keima! Note: if you're going to talk to him or interact with him, please see his Permissions Post. Applicable to anime/video game/etc folk only. ]
『 I. Action ⌂ 754 Partridge Drive ⌂ Housemates Only 』
Early morning
Hey housemates, have your newest addition in the living room, staring out the window into the budding morning routine of Mayfield! His arms are crossed and his face has a rather fierce expression on it.
"Hmmph. This isn't the real."
『 II. Phone ☎ Anyone 』
Early Morning
"...Hello."
A pause.
"It seems I've woken up and found myself mysteriously transported to this unknown town. My... housemates tell me that there are many more like me. In other words, you. Though it pains me that I've been brought into such a game, there is no choice but to proceed forward. What are the rules of this place?"
『 III. Action ☼ Outside the Post Office ☼ Anyone 』
Afternoon
By now Keima has heard of the Post Office. You see a young man standing outside and looking into the Post Office. He just stands there for several moments. As a Mayfielder, you're probably all too familiar with the weight of the decisions this young man is facing.
He sighs and sulks, squatting. He idly drawing untracable figures with his finger on the sidewalk.
"My PFP.... *sniffle*"
『 IV. Action ◇ Elucia de Lute Ima (Elsie) 』
Sometime in the Day
"Elsie. The collar. It's off."
Keima motions toward his neck, which is free of their collar. Their contractual obligation. He stares at you with those soul-piercing brown eyes.
「This is not my room. 」
He sits up, reaching where he would naturally set his glasses on the rare chance he sleeps, finding them on the right side of his pillow. Keima puts them on and studies the features of the room. There are baseball decals as the trim to the floor and ceiling on the wall. Any appliance in the room looks retro.
「 This is a dream, or another hare-brained scheme done by that no good demon buddy and sister of mine, Elsie... Where is she, anyway? Normally she'd bust through the door shouting 'Kami-samaaaaaa~ uguuuuu~' and start crying. 」
"Hmmph. What kind of flag did I trigger for this event? Well, whatever. Information gathering, information gathering."
Keima starts looking around the room, finding that all of his belongings are gone, including his video games. He doesn't panic yet as there are still several questions left to be answered. Though he does twitch that his beloved PFP portable video game player is also not here. Finally, he comes to a picture on his desk. There's a striped man next to an older lady, Keima next to another striped man with green skin and an all-too-recognizable demon buddy and faux-sister next to him.
"E-Elsieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." He mutters darkly, holding the picture frame with both hands so tightly the plastic over the picture cracks. He unconsciously touches his neck, realizing that the choker is gone. A sudden swell of emotions overwhelms him and he drops the picture frame.
[ We'll see how this posting format goes. For now, have a Keima! Note: if you're going to talk to him or interact with him, please see his Permissions Post. Applicable to anime/video game/etc folk only. ]
『 I. Action ⌂ 754 Partridge Drive ⌂ Housemates Only 』
Early morning
Hey housemates, have your newest addition in the living room, staring out the window into the budding morning routine of Mayfield! His arms are crossed and his face has a rather fierce expression on it.
"Hmmph. This isn't the real."
『 II. Phone ☎ Anyone 』
Early Morning
"...Hello."
A pause.
"It seems I've woken up and found myself mysteriously transported to this unknown town. My... housemates tell me that there are many more like me. In other words, you. Though it pains me that I've been brought into such a game, there is no choice but to proceed forward. What are the rules of this place?"
『 III. Action ☼ Outside the Post Office ☼ Anyone 』
Afternoon
By now Keima has heard of the Post Office. You see a young man standing outside and looking into the Post Office. He just stands there for several moments. As a Mayfielder, you're probably all too familiar with the weight of the decisions this young man is facing.
He sighs and sulks, squatting. He idly drawing untracable figures with his finger on the sidewalk.
"My PFP.... *sniffle*"
『 IV. Action ◇ Elucia de Lute Ima (Elsie) 』
Sometime in the Day
"Elsie. The collar. It's off."
Keima motions toward his neck, which is free of their collar. Their contractual obligation. He stares at you with those soul-piercing brown eyes.