白鐘直斗 ⋅ Naoto Shirogane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revenance_comms2013-12-09 07:53 pm
fatemeter) wrote in revenance_comms2013-12-09 07:53 pm
01 // audio
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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It ain't the fountain itself that's the weird bit. Over here.
[He stops by an oddly glowing ring on the ground, looking down into it:]
I can't see where the light's comin' from.
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[And what's the best way to find out? Moving to stick her head right into the ring, obviously!
Meanwhile, the bat retreats a couple of feet into the air, radiating smugness.]
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[Panicking at her doing just that, he grabs at her shoulder quickly - and falls back on his old blustering and worry, snapping at her a little.]
B-be careful, okay?
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[Okay, what's the second best way to find out? After a moment's thought, she starts to reach inside one of her pockets -
- only to be thoroughly distracted by her bat turning to swoop in circles around her head, hoping to taunt the Pricklemane into jumping up. What's this? Someone forgot to bring wings to a tag fight?]
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Kanji lets Naoto go and shoves his hand in his own pocket, trying to act like he hadn't done anything in the first place.]
We ain't got a clue what's going on. I wouldn't wanna touch that thing...
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Still, some clue would be better than no clue, so after a little more fishing around, she pulls out a tiny, boxy-looking toy robot and kneels to set it down by her feet.
...It's clearly not standard detective gear. It even has little fins on its shoulders like a particularly tacky racecar. She'd forgotten she put those on.] Um... [Well, she doesn't have to draw attention to them.] L-Let's see...
[She gives it a nudge, and with a mechanical whirr, it starts walking. Very, very slowly.
Oblivious but snickering, the Komory Bat dips a little lower again, just out of the Pricklemane's reach... or so it thinks, but it might be getting a bit carried away at this point.]
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Kanji glances at the duo -] Hey! Quit it! - [and he bends down to look at the latest... piece of equipment.]
Uh, do you usually have toy robots in your pocket?
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One advantage of all the glaring neon in this place is that it's pretty difficult to tell when Naoto really has gone faintly pink.] W-Well... not as such... [Quite deliberately, she keeps her eyes on the robot as it potters into the glowing circle and begins its arduous march across it.] It's simply a casual hobbyist's experiment. In being brought here, I was caught... rather off guard, I must admit. [Yes, let's just talk about the robot itself, and avoid all mention of what it was in there for. Never mind who it was for. That sounds like a plan.
The unplanned part comes a second later, when her stunned bat bonks straight into the robot from above and knocks it onto its side before bouncing back out of the ring.]
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[And her being awkward's just set him off feeling awkward right afterwards... he's just about to comment further, when the bat falls out of the sky.
He turns to look at his Dream Eater -]
Oh, c'mon, dude! Save that for the other ones! ... Sorry about that. Uh, both of you.
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On her part, Naoto chooses to remain distracted, though that faint flush on her face is getting steadily less faint.] Um, it's really nothing to apologise for...
[But, leaning a bit closer to the ring, she does sound slightly put out all the same.]
... There seems to be no immediate ill effect.
[It's true; apart from having lost its balance, the robot looks perfectly at peace with the world in the dead centre of those unearthly lights, its little legs still whirring away. Is she just going to leave it there, though? Maybe it's an immature impulse, but damn it, she spent a lot of time tinkering with that thing...]
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Kanji bends down to get a better look. (Or perhaps just to avoid meeting Naoto's eyes. It's a little hard to tell, really.)]
Huh. Yeah, guess it seems alright. ...For a little robot thing. Least it hasn't exploded or somethin'.
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Eventually, awkwardness wins out. Quite suddenly, she reaches out with one hand to swipe the robot back out of the circle.]
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...Heh. Guess it ain't zapping us with anything, either.
[He steps back slightly.]
Maybe it is just a cool light.