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INTRO

Whoever you are, wherever you were, the last thing you remember is the salty smell of the sea breeze and a distinct tickle of electricity across your body. Enough to cause alarm perhaps, but in the next moment it all goes black, or blue to be more precise. When you stir into consciousness, those fuzzy sensations are all that you have as an explanation, though there's certainly more to experience around you.

The warm bright rays of the sun, the rhythmic cresting of the waves into the shore, the unfortunate feeling of sand sticking to you everywhere, because you're lying flat on your back on a beach without a beach towel. At least you're not alone, and at least it doesn't seem like you've been completely dumped unceremoniously, as there's orderly space between you and the 27 others who share your predicament. Whoever left you here probably could have dumped you into a pile, but they have better manners than that.

However you decide to react to your sudden vacation, you'll find that you're dressed just as you last recall and that you have at least one possession of yours on hand. Whatever else you had on you appears to be affected by baggage routing, unfortunately. You'll also find a key inscribed with a particular bird and a strange device in your pocket, ostenstibly some type of cellphone from the period when blackberrys were all the rage. A pop-up window will greet you when you turn on the device, prompting you to pick a username (this pop-up can be ignored for up to 24 hours) and also walking you through a basic tutorial on its functions. For now, it seems like the public network isn't running, but the direct message function is availiable. It ends with a cheerful blurb instructing that "For further questions and help, please contact one of the hotel staff!"

As there's nary a soul that seems to actually work here on the beach proper, it might be worth it to explore. Around the resort are robots manning the buffet, sweeping, and even making cocktails if you want to drink your problems away. While they'll answer to basic commands, provide you with a map of the island, or even be happy to tell you the weather, they're incapable of engaging in any meaningful dialogue. Any questions or demands they can't answer will yield the statement to please contact the administrators.

Whoever they may be, but they'll show their faces eventually. Probably.

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I wouldn't call it condescension.

[ Definitely maybe a hint of irritation, but he didn't say it was bad. ]

As to that...that's the kind of thing people say when what brings them happiness is pretty twisted, right? [ Again: he's not saying that's bad. Just looks kind of amused. ]

[So he isn't being judged, and even if he was, Lobelia wouldn't exactly mind. He's the sort of man selfish enough to do what he wants and nothing short of it... which segues nicely into his answer.]

The pursuit of happiness isn't something you can corrupt with words like "twisted." As a boy, Maman and Papa always told me that everyone in this world has the right to be happy. There may be some that disagree with my point of view, but it isn't my responsibility to please them.

Yeah? [ Personally, he doesn't mind admitting when something he wants is twisted by normal standards. Granted, Chuuya doesn't think about this shit all that deeply. If he lives his life by any standards or rules it's the rules of the Port Mafia - and by and large they don't give a fuck what he pursues outside of work. He can't say he's never worried about pleasing people - or at least, he's felt loyalty to others that has kept him in check.

Thinking about simply not giving a fuck at all is interesting, intellectually. ]

I don't think twisted and corrupt are the same thing, I guess, so it ain't like it was even an insult. Though I do think you're a shady as fuck guy, it ain't like I can talk.

[ A shrug. ]

So is it just destruction that you're pursuin'?

[Lobelia is just messed up enough to not see anything wrong with his desires, finding it crude to call something so pure "twisted," but all that means is Chuuya is better off for having at least one foot grounded in reality. On the flipside, not giving a fuck comes with its fair share of upsides.]

Shady, you say, and yet you seem to take no issue with keeping me company.

[And it's much the same on Lobelia's end. He's a man who has enjoyed his own company for all of his life, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy spending time with those who have... ahem........ similar interests.]

It's as I said, monsieur Chuuya... It's happiness I'm after, and I would do anything to be happy. Wouldn't you? It's no concern of mine if my happiness comes at the cost of those too weak to secure that happiness for themselves.

[ Anything? Depends. Chuuya has some things he won't do, some things he'd prefer to avoid...but he's done a lot of shit to keep himself where he wants to be. He knows full well he can't judge anyone on morality but he does understand it.

He likes to fight. He usually keeps to fighting only people who enter the same "game" as he's in - people who cross the mafia and therefore enter their arena or people who seek them out. And then whoever he gets dispatched against. Otherwise, he's old enough now he won't attack someone for no reason whatsoever.

Mostly. ]

I work for the mafia, my entire life is shady.

[ Some of his coworkers are deluded and think the mafia is in the right. Chuuya sees it as a crime syndicate - and a place to belong. His nature is better suited for that sort of thing. ]

The mafia...?

[It's not a term Lobelia is familiar with, nothing that exists within the realms of the skydom, but he can piece together context clues to get an idea of what Chuuya is talking about.]

Organized crime, non? All that separates us is our raison d'etre... that is, your reason for causing destruction. You kill because you must, as part of an organized group. I do as I please and act on my own accord because that is what makes me happy.

[And sure, he's part of a group, technically, but Lobelia's interactions with the other Evokers is infrequent and limited. What business does he have with people he can't entertain himself with? Talk about boring.]

[ A small shrug. Chuuya won't get into the details about why he does what he does or any complexities. It's true he ultimately does things for the mafia, but that's pretty selfish in and of itself. He's the kind of person who deeply desires a place to belong.

He's found it there, and he's not willing to give it up. ]

So...based on all the creepy shit you've said, you kill 'cause you like the sound? You'd either get along with or kill one of my coworkers. He's all about the explosions.

[ One of his hands pops off his elbow from the crossed arms position to mime one. Boom. ]

Always goin' on about killin' as a science experiment to test 'em out.

[There's no shame in hiding it, is there? In a space as limited and confining as an island, they're all bound to learn each other's dirty little secrets anyway. Besides, whatever secrets he imparts may very well die along with whomever he cares to share them with... so enjoy, Chuuya.]

"Like" is an understatement! I live for the sounds of destruction, the sounds of flesh and bone rending and tearing, the agonized screams of the damned...! Ah, Très bien! It satisfies me no matter how many times I hear it.

[But he's well aware he isn't the only freak out there with a destruction kink. Explosions, eh? Lobelia hums, head tipped to one side.]

What method does he use? Incendiaries, non? With audiomancy, I can achieve similar results.

[ Was Lobelia trying to hide it at all? Maybe Chuuya just hangs around too many twisted sadists not to go "oh look, another one". That would be more worrying if he didn't work for the mafia and being kind of messed up wasn't a baseline for a lot of them. ]

He makes his own bombs. They're all lemon shaped 'cause of his ability. Some people make the mistake of thinking the ability is creatin' lemon shaped bombs, but actually it's bein' immune to explosions from lemon shaped bombs. Which sounds stupid as hell but he makes it work, I guess.

[ Honestly not his favorite coworker, largely because he thinks the guy is occasionally unreliable if he gets it in his head to experiment instead of stay on task. ]

And yeah, I figured. These shells can all basically be bombs if you amp up the volume enough, right?

[An immunity to lemon-shaped bombs... Sure, Lobelia can find the humor in that, but he's more fascinated with the man's craft than anything. Everyone in the business of killing has their own unique style and flair, and while Lobelia is of the opinion that it all pales in comparison to the miracle that is audiomancy, he can appreciate a novel approach to serial killing.]

Oui! Sound is quite powerful, after all. Soundwaves can destroy objects large and small, but they can also do the same with a human body. There is truly no limit to the applications of audiomancy.

[ Chuuya isn't a serial killer, unlike...some of his coworkers, and Lobelia apparently, but he likes a good fight and he's okay with killing when he needs to. Or, occasionally, when he doesn't - but it all depends. ]

Probably more than I can think of. I've always thought of shit as a weapon first and something else second.

Oh? So you don't have a preferred méthode of attack?

[He had pegged Chuuya as the sort who might have a preference for a particular type of weapon, or even a preferred killing method, but maybe this man's methods aren't so well thought out?]

You must as least have some préférence for who you target.

I'm my preferred method of attack.

[ He definitely has a style, but...he was just saying that in terms of audiomancy, he imagines there are probably more uses for it than just aggressive, but those are the ones that come to mind for him first. ]

Oh? You are the weapon and the aggressor...?

[How curious! Chuuya definitely has his attention now.]

Would you mind giving me a manifestation? Er... a demonstration?

You wanna get crushed?

[ He's already very slightly demonstrated it, but he wasn't super trying. ]

[When has Lobelia ever said no to a good time? The idea of this man crushing him like that conch beneath his heel is both one that amuses him and makes him shudder.]

The pleasure would be all mine.

[Perhaps literally.]

[ Lobelia is a freak, the evidence still says strongly. Chuuya isn't gonna kill the guy since he has absolutely no personal stake in it right now, but he rolls his eyes and takes his hands back out of his pockets. Seems like he keeps them there a lot of the time for whatever reason - it's a physical reminder to himself to keep in control, and he'll fight like that when he's not serious.

He's not serious right now, but he does reach out and put a hand on Lobelia's shoulder, pressing down.

It feels normal at first. But the light red haze that lights up Chuuya seems heavy somehow. Gravity is suddenly exerting enough pressure on Lobelia that he's forced to the ground, since...APPARENTLY HE GAVE HIS CONSENT TO THAT??? so I'm assuming Chuuya's allowed, if not just @ me and we can fix this. A lot of the time Chuuya just alters his own gravity in order to fight. He's doing it a bit - his hand is pressing down with more weight than his own slight body and far more than he should be able to, and he won't let up until Lobelia's a) on the ground or b) says something. He just keeps the pressure and weight out of lethal range but doesn't bother to moderate it against potential pain and minor injuries since idk, Lobelia is a freak and it makes Chuuya feel a bit better about the situation in general to take it out on someone for a second. ]

[Unfortunately(?), Lobelia is just as masochistic as he is sadistic. That red haze is certainly alluring, drawing in his attention and holding it hostage up until gravity promptly shifts.

Lobelia lets out a note of surprise, resisting the weight impressed upon him simply to feel how badly his muscles ache when he does, and Chuuya ultimately succeeds in bringing Lobelia to his knees.

After quite literally grounding him, what he finds gazing up at him is Lobelia's enthralled expression. Chuuya really is the gift that keeps on giving, isn't he?]

Heh-ahahaha! Très bien! What marvelous strength you possess! And clearly... you enjoy meting out pain, don't you?

[He's going to be aching in the morning... What a wonderful way to start the day.]

[ Normally people don't thank him for this. He's pretty sure even Dazai wouldn't do that, for all he's an annoying asshole who won't stop Chuuya attacking other people when he's given up control to someone who won't rein him in when he needs to. His grip tightens for a second, but his gloves are still on so he lets go after a second. ]

I'm a little bit pissed off right now. [ He figures a lot of people are, but it's something Chuuya struggles with at times and he knows he can't afford to be.

If he was honest, he'd have to say that exerting control over someone else when he's had it stripped from him balances the emotional scales for him a little, but he's not sure he wants to be that honest ever. ]

You know, people don't usually like that.

[Such anger... Yes, he very much doubts Chuuya has found what makes him truly happy in this life, but who knows? Perhaps it's pounding others into the ground. Perhaps it's grounding them into mincemeat and making a spectacle of it while he does, but Lobelia can only theorize. The opposite may be true, and while that would be unfortunate, not everyone can know the bottomless bliss of living life without a single reservation.

Lobelia steadies himself with a deep inhale, the weight dissipating from his shoulders. He studies Chuuya silently until he's finished speaking, and then he simply laughs, but his amusement isn't coming at Chuuya's expense.]

I'm well aware, but monsieur Chuuya, I don't believe I need to tell you that I'm not like other people. Your anger is a beautiful thing, you know! Quite human and natural. You should feel free to express it however you please.

[ Yeah, he's not sure what to think about this "acceptance". It doesn't feel like it has the same edge as Dazai's amusement, which always came with mockery, so Chuuya isn't sure how to take it. It's kind of more like the boss, but less impersonal. ]

So you like bein' a target just for a close up?

Heheh! Perhaps I do! But I'll tell you one thing: the number of people who have successfully laid a hand on me are few. You should consider yourself privilégié.

[It's not every day he allows someone to demonstrate their powers on him, but what can he say? Chuuya fascinates him, so it was well worth inviting the risk of serious injury to see what this man is about.]

Heh. Can't say it's any different on my end.

[ Though he's...normally just the one man army people send in to fuck shit up. Generally if people can fight back it's a select and elite number. ]

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cw gore ment

we really just let anyone on the Cypher huh

they let this man on and yet they won't give us belial smh

maybe he's the first step to belial party member

let us pray they give us our stinky man eventually

i'm sure they will, people love him...me, meanwhile, waiting on pommern

omg pommern... if cygames loves us they will make him playable

it's been 10,000 years, when will his time come

when we get sandy in versus........... oh wait

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