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[criminaljustice]

This is Boss AKA Joker AKA "Prisoner". Leave a message.

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[criminaljustice]

So you think I'm boring?

[zugzwange]

I didn’t say that, but it would be a funny challenge, right?

[criminaljustice]

What? Being boring? That would definitely be a challenge.

[zugzwange]

Would it?

[criminaljustice]

A little bit tipsy, standing on the edge of a rooftop of a ten story building in the middle of an artificial Tokyo built for the sake of some large production to torment and make people kidnapped and forced into being idol talking to another idol about deals and schemes and trust and what happens when you kill yourself the second time--yeah, definitely gonna say it's hard to get boring from there. Repetitive, maybe.

[zugzwange]

Anyway~ I'll take a bargain from you. To bargain a free revival from pep!pep! in case Silver or Aries dies.

[criminaljustice]

[sur. prised?

but covering it kinda]

--I can make sure that's available for both.

[zugzwange]

[ debates ]

Well, if you end up using it as leverage I won't be surprised either.

[criminaljustice]

Or you can just answer a second question. It's not nearly as troublesome or valuable as the first one, at least.

[zugzwange]

Anyway, what was the question you wanted to hear about~?

[criminaljustice]

What happened the second time you killed yourself, after you died?

[zugzwange]

That's the thing, you see, no casino, no woman, nothing.

[criminaljustice]

Nothing? And no one?

... but you were conscious?

[zugzwange]

Nope.

[criminaljustice]

[... well, shit.]

So... just to make sure I got the timeline right.

You killed yourself in the game, ended up at the casino, tried to kill yourself at the casino, were prevented from doing that, but when you woke up after the game, you killed yourself again and you were just... dead?

[zugzwange]

Basically. I'd ask that you keep this to yourself, but who knows how your whimsy might go.

[criminaljustice]

[HARUTO...]

... I can't keep the information about dying outside of games potentially being... like that, consistently. But I can at least make sure to leave you out of it.

[zugzwange]

You know why that's a pathetic offering, don't you? Anyway, I have some theories about it but if you'd rather run your mouth with nothing backing it, feel free I guess.

[criminaljustice]

[nnnggg...]

I'd like to hear the theories.

I'll keep them to myself.

[zugzwange]

You're exactly the kind of person I think you are, so this 'date' might come to an end soon.

[ looks down below, a bit thoughtfully ]

[criminaljustice]

What kind of person is that?

[zugzwange]

That can't be trusted beyond what you consider for the greater good. Or is it not even benevolence that motivates you but something more selfish? The end result is the same.

[criminaljustice]

... when we were in that haunted house, I got shoved into a mirror and went insane and got possessed. Then I killed a friend who begging to stop playing and tortured another friend because he had been the main reason me and my unit kept ending up in mirrors. Mirrors that made it feel like a century went by. Alone. Isolated. And with only one window to look out of.

I cut him open with a knife I found. I stuck my hand into the wound, into his guts, and I told him-- [faltering a bit because, in fact, does NOT talk about this part with anyone.] I asked him why he was being so cold to us when he was so warm inside. I kissed his neck. I... felt him die, and I cut out his heart, split it in half... gave one of them to my unitmate.

Then I got... shove into another mirror. And his body was laying there in front of it. And I spent... a century staring at it. Pleased about it.

So I get it. You don't want anyone to know about this because it fucked you up and makes it worse if people who were also fucked up about it hear about how it actually went. I get you want to protect yourself and those you actually let close to you.

So I won't say anything.

[... and now it's time to. shakily. make his way. off of the ledge.]

[zugzwange]

[ sits on the ledge, letting his feet swing back and forth ]

I think you' misunderstand, but I'll thank you for being open with me.

[criminaljustice]

[sitting on the rooftop, leaning against the ledge and pulling the cider over. yep. shaky.

quiet curses.]

Correct me, then.