001: arrival

[wassup_persona]

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[ The first time he can be found is as he's wandering around, alternating between staring hard at the pamphlet... and the- ...the phone. He's been kidnapped to a surprisingly normal place and they gave him money and an effin phone.

And jewelry.

Jewelry needed to go between the cities.

They want him to find a job.

They're forcing him to stay here, but want him to be comfortable.

What the hell, man...? ]

The hell kind've kidnappers are these?!

[ Of course, the most important thing is whether or not a certain group of people are here. He's fidgeting with the phone, briefly resuming his hard staring at the phone and the pamphlet. Seriously, though, it's even explaining how to use this thing!!! Augh... It honestly feels like an insult to be kidnapped and then given all this shit...

YOU'RE TRAPPED BUT IT'S FINE, BECAUSE WE'RE GIVING YOU FREE SHIT TO MAKE UP FOR IT...??

Maybe this is just some crazy ass, overly realistic kind of dream. It damn sure can't be the Metaverse, right...? It can't be someone's cognitive view of the world, right...? (First of all, who the hell would it belong to...)

So, he can be found honestly glaring at the phone. Initially he's not even sure what to say over the thing... ]

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[ But, after a heavy sigh, he finally does send a message over the thing. He's just going to go for the quickest way to get in touch with his friends: ]

So, uh...

[ SHIT... HE WAS LESS READY THAN HE ANTICIPATED. Quiet, deep breath... This is fine... ]

I'm lookin' for anybody who knows about the Phantom Thieves. Lemme know if you're hearin' this. I'm still learnin' how to use this thing, but there's a private option right...?

[ ...anyway, he's just gonna go ahead and leave it at this... ]

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[ ...Eh, he doesn't actually mind it? Right now, it serves as some kind of reassurance that this is, in fact, his friend. Since... all he has to go off of is a voice for now. ]

Guess I should've seen that one comin'... [ But, naturally, he doesn't sound genuinely exasperated, all things considered. And he's going quiet as he's given a rundown. Four months...? Spirits? Saving sentient life?? It's... a lot to take in, to accept, and...

...heh. Seriously?? They were brought here to live out their lives? Though, uh... he... seconds the matter of one person from their world being here. Let that guy... have this, but as for the rest of them? And why only some of their group?? The hell, man...?!

It's after Akira's gone quiet long enough to indicate he's done talking, that he'll be able to hear the reaction...

And that sure is a heavy exhale, a soft grumble-like sound, and a sound that's the result of him... letting his hand (that just so happens to be balled into a fist) hit the wall behind him. Though the fist-against-wall is easiest to hear, which is the only indication that he's lowered the phone closer to waist-height during all this...

But the phone is back to his ear, and he's finally expressing the reason for that reaction: ] Nice thought...? This sounds more like they're just collectin' people and forcin' 'em into playin' house! Like we're...

[ A bunch of sentient dolls?? It's actually a little creepy, put that way. But then it's kind of already creepy, thinking a bunch of ghosts did this?? He can only imagine how Makoto or Ann might react, since it's enough to send a chill down... his spine. Only a little.

He's fine.

This is effin' fine. ] ...Yeah, I get... some of belongin' here. I mean, there are- some who didn't get much of a chance... but still. They're playin'- God... This ain't the same as tryin' to guide people down a better path -- it's actually takin' people away from their lives!!!

[ But... the rant's over as quickly as it started, and there's a faint sound of him sliding down the wall. It's after he's in a sitting position, he releases a sigh. But that's it. He's falling quiet. ]