白鐘直斗 ⋅ Naoto Shirogane (
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Good evening. [However little that means in a place that doesn't seem to have actual days, it hardly hurts to be polite.] My name is Naoto Shirogane. In my... own world [there's just a moment of hesitation], I'm a detective by trade. As such, in the interest of consolidating what information we have, I have a few questions I'd like to ask.
[It might be a bit difficult to put a gender to the voice here without any visual cues. It is unambiguously young - but given the practised, professional air with which all of this is being reeled off, you might overlook that. To some extent, that's the point.]
Firstly: what are the last events you recall before waking up in this "realm of dreams"? Is the memory continuous as far as you can remember, or is there a gap?
Secondly: were you previously familiar with the phenomenon of movement between different worlds, voluntary or otherwise? If so, what comparisons could you draw, if any, to the process of entering this one?
Thirdly: from what you know of those in this same situation, can you think of any commonalities we may have had prior to our arrival here? Is there evidence to suggest that the selection is something other than wholly random - based on certain criteria, perhaps, or even a conscious choice on the part of some other entity?
And, finally... [This level tone of voice doesn't change.] Where in this place might somebody procure firearms, should the need arise?
[Potentially unfortunate implications? What unfortunate implications?]
I assure you, any answers you can offer will be helpful. Thank you for your time.
[Without fanfare, the recording switches off.]
[It might be a bit difficult to put a gender to the voice here without any visual cues. It is unambiguously young - but given the practised, professional air with which all of this is being reeled off, you might overlook that. To some extent, that's the point.]
Firstly: what are the last events you recall before waking up in this "realm of dreams"? Is the memory continuous as far as you can remember, or is there a gap?
Secondly: were you previously familiar with the phenomenon of movement between different worlds, voluntary or otherwise? If so, what comparisons could you draw, if any, to the process of entering this one?
Thirdly: from what you know of those in this same situation, can you think of any commonalities we may have had prior to our arrival here? Is there evidence to suggest that the selection is something other than wholly random - based on certain criteria, perhaps, or even a conscious choice on the part of some other entity?
And, finally... [This level tone of voice doesn't change.] Where in this place might somebody procure firearms, should the need arise?
[Potentially unfortunate implications? What unfortunate implications?]
I assure you, any answers you can offer will be helpful. Thank you for your time.
[Without fanfare, the recording switches off.]
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He shakes his head, scratching his Spirit's ears.]
I've been lookin' around town for a while. You're the first person I know that I've seen here. Guess you ain't seen anyone either?
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[And if they aren't... Well, never mind that for now. Even though it might be the safest assumption.
Her Spirit, suspecting that nobody is paying attention to it any more, squirms out of her grip without meeting much resistance and flits back over to its perch on the bench.]
I'll admit, it seems beyond coincidence that both of us could be targeted by this so soon after last time... For now there's no evidence either way, I suppose.
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Yeah, okay. I'd, uh. Better hang around here in case they do give ya a call, I guess... [Pause.] Or I can call ya back and check. Or you can call me, or... [Yeah, he's starting to get a bit flustered here at the thought. Change of topic sounds good!]
Or right! Yeah, it is kinda weird, isn't it? I thought we were done with ... y'know, all of that stuff.
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In any case, I can keep you informed. It's no trouble. An ontological mystery on this scale... Just like before, I doubt we'll make much headway without a coordinated effort.
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This ain't like it was before, but I guess we've just gotta keep working at it. ...Even if we ain't got the others here. You're the detective, though! You're the good one at this stuff!
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[She looks up at him again.]
You've been conducting your own investigation, then, Kanji-kun? [That's not how he put it, but it's how she decided to interpret it.] If not the others, what have you found so far?
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Just been workin' out what's where, really. Learnin' my way around the place... it ain't a big city, at least. I've found the shops 'n a hotel, so I guess we're good for now.
...there's somethin' weird down by one of the fountains, though. I didn't look too close yet.
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[Well, strictly speaking she has, but she spent it perched on a bench trying and failing to pick apart the communicator she was given. Don't mind her.]
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Sure, c'mon. I think I know the way, at least...
[He hopes, anyway.]
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[Since she was already standing, all she does is take a step forward, assuming that Kanji is going to turn and lead the way.
But then she hesitates before getting any closer, because suddenly there's a bat on her head. It squeaks again and leans over to try and catch the Pricklemane's eye, clearly pleased with itself.]
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Uh - whenever you two're ready... are you gonna be okay with, y'know...
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But she's had plenty of practice at swallowing down this sort of feeling, so that's what she does, keeping her expression carefully neutral.] It's quite all right, Kanji-kun. Which way was this fountain?
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[He's leading the way, then: he thinks he knows where he's going, but he's still not quite sure, given how similar a lot of the streets around here look. Ah, well. They'll get there, hopefully...]
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For now, besides their footsteps on the cobblestones, the streets are quiet. Still, after a while, something does catch her attention.]
... Kanji-kun, have we passed this street already? [She gestures towards some of the nearby lights.]
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[He looks around, trying to recognise what's going on. And yes, these do look familiar - they're going backwards over this patch of street, he suddenly realises. They must've looped around on themselves.]
Ugh. Lemme think about this.
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[She doesn't quite freeze as she stops talking, but all of a sudden, she's tense - more so than usual. Was that noise just her imagination?
On top of her head, her Spirit's ears seem to prick up, too.]
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[The Pricklemane seems a spot agitated by whatever it was, bounding around with tail lashing. Kanji looks at it, puzzled.]
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[Which, depending on whether he hears Naoto in time, may mean he's not looking in the right direction to spot the Meow Wow barrelling through the air towards him. It's an unfamiliar creature, and its expression is innocent enough, but with that red gleam in its eyes, there's no mistaking its intentions.
Where did it come from...? Well, they can figure that out in due course. Wasting no time, almost on reflex, Naoto's hand flies to her side - but there, it falters and drops. Damn... No, not in close quarters like this...
A little belatedly, she notices that her bat is no longer weighing down her head.]
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[Kanji's not quite there on time. He's knocked flying - how can a creature like that hit so hard? It's not the worst he's taken, though, not by a long way... He rolls with the Nightmare, lunging punches in to try and pry it off him.]
Get off me, ya furball...
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But before she can move again, let alone dive in, a squeak rings out overhead, and her Komory Bat cannonballs straight into the fray.
...As well as into Kanji's punching range, but he wouldn't hurt a little critter like that, would he?]
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Luckily, he's not the only one on the attack. The Pricklemane launches at the Meow Wow, trying to tackle it out of the way. How dare it do that to its person?]
...whoa, thanks, little guy...
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Naoto hasn't quite realised that she's raising both of her fists as if to cheer her Spirit on, but she does know she's pretty impressed.] Good work!
[...Oh, right. Now that he's somewhat less entangled in the big ball of violence, she hurries back over to Kanji and offers him a hand up. (It's the thought that counts.)]
On your feet, Kanji-kun. Are you injured?
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Nothin' hurt but my pride. That thing just came outta nowhere!
[He looks across at what his Pricklemane's doing to the Meow Wow, and grins.]
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It was a surprise. [Without her prior experience of monsters popping up out of nowhere, she might even have sounded like it.] And from what we were told, it won't be the last.
[She smiles wryly to herself.] I daresay that isn't the only detail about this place that seems unsubtle... I wonder what the connection is.
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If that's one of these Nightmares... yeah. [He pauses for a second-]...hey, what d'you mean, 'the connection?'
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