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guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
WELCOME
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. ((OOC: Welcome to Last Resort! Poke a mod in the discord if you have any questions. The NPC meet and greet will take place at 5PM EST/2PM PST today! ))
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He's kind of like ??? damn! about Lobelia's reaction but honestly he's known weirder folks (maybe) so it's more like he's trying to decide how he feels about it. ]
You're makin' it sound like this is some kink thing for you. [ Was he just part of a kink thing! Wow. Ugh, whatever. ]
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[But does he need to stop to gasp for air and try to compose himself?? Yeah. Lobelia just gets a little wound up about sounds, that's all. He's harmless!]
I would implore you not to make such dégoûtant accusations... after all, we're the same, aren't we? You crave destruction... no, it's something more than that! Destruction is woven into the very fabric of who you are!
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Still, geeze, he can't help but think of Arahabaki when Lobelia says that. It's a complicated sort of feeling, but not one he cares to share right now. ]
Dunno about the same, but we probably understand one another well enough. [ He doesn't say if that's a good thing or a bad thing, though he assumes it's probably bad. The kind of people a mafia executive can understand at a glance, or recognize something in - they're rarely good people, but Chuuya doesn't really worry himself about morality much. ]
Anyway, what'd that one mean? Bad?
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"Disgusting." Sickening, vile, repugnant. You spoke with such condescension that I had no choice but to object. Even so... one such as you must know the happiness destruction can bring. There is nothing disgusting in taking pleasure in that which brings you happiness, is there?
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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'?
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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.
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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.
cw gore ment
"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.
we really just let anyone on the Cypher huh
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?
they let this man on and yet they won't give us belial smh
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.
maybe he's the first step to belial party member
Probably more than I can think of. I've always thought of shit as a weapon first and something else second.
let us pray they give us our stinky man eventually
[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 sure they will, people love him...me, meanwhile, waiting on pommern
[ 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. ]
omg pommern... if cygames loves us they will make him playable
[How curious! Chuuya definitely has his attention now.]
Would you mind giving me a manifestation? Er... a demonstration?
it's been 10,000 years, when will his time come
[ He's already very slightly demonstrated it, but he wasn't super trying. ]
when we get sandy in versus........... oh wait
The pleasure would be all mine.
[Perhaps literally.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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So you like bein' a target just for a close up?
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