TWISTER [ the world ends with you ]

[Rhapsody]

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{A WEWY/SUBARASHIKI KONO SEKAI ROLEPLAY COLLAB by Rhapsody & Endless Warrior Sora}​

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"Excu-"

Great.

"Err, sir, can you -"

Just perfect.

"Wait! Do you know where-"

Really, were these people deaf?

Her jumbled phrases were all ignored. She tried to get someone's attention, to stop and ask exactly where she was. And, more importantly, maybe find out some answers as to why she had landed here... where ever "here" was exactly.But so far, the female teenager had no such luck. She was lost, confused, and definitely alone. Not only that, but she was being ignored by almost every single human being in this city. This day could not possibly get any worse.

With her pleas ignored, the lone teen groaned inwardly to herself as she shoved her hands in both of her pockets. Maybe taking a better look at this place might ring a bell. Darting her gaze this way and that, the female carefully took in her surroundings.

For one, she was on a sidewalk… that she knew for sure. And she was in some sort of city. An active (and unknown) city. Was she still in Japan?

The female briefly thought about once more asking someone where she was, but she knew doing that would be pointless. No one seemed to notice the white-fringed girl. It was like... she wasn't even there. Like she was invisible or something. Nonexistent.

A contemplative expression, etched on her features, she dropped her gaze to the concrete sidewalk below her. Long arms crossed over the female's chest as her brows furrowed deeply, both gestures adding to her pensive appearance. Just what was going on?

Dark eyes brightened when an abrupt idea came to mind: her phone! The girl dug into her left pocket and anxiously fumbled around for the red gadget before pulling it out. She flipped open the screen and hovered her thumb over the keypad, ready to dial in any helpful number.

But... who to call? Her sisters? No way. Parents? Definitely not. So who? She bit the inside of her lip, eyes shifting nervous from the screen and to the keypad and back as the thought ran in her mind. Who to call?

As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate and beep in her sweaty hand, jolting the female out of her mini panic attack. With a narrowed gaze she flipped open her phone, surprised to see that it wasn't a call, but a simple message that she had recieved:

Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.

She stared at the phone screen, and then brought her gaze up ahead of her to face the scramble crossing, a dumbstruck look on her features. She took one step forward, most likely ready to head to this 104 joint. However, she froze in mid-step and snapped her gaze right back to the screen.

‘Should I… really go to 104?’

"Ouch!"

A sharp pain made her features twist into a deep snarl with a low growl following not too far behind it. The pain was so awful, the teen was literally trembling! Withdrawing back a few steps, the teenager then started to double over in pain, clenching and unclenching her vacant hand while almost dropping her phone. Just what was going on?


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"C'mon," came the sluggish order directed to no one in particular. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Don't just stand there."

Even as she spoke, the speaker didn't take into account the numerous amounts of odd looks she might have received had she been visible to everyone in this district. Who wouldn't give someone a quirked brow if you were lying on the roof of a building? Regardless, it's not like anyone could actually see her. Maybe a few special folks, but not everyone. And even if those few "special folks" did happen to spot her, what did it matter?

She shifted her position, her loose vest and pants rustling as she did. The female figure now lay leisurely on the roof of the structure, her head propped up on one elbow while the rest of her body was turned up on one side. It was almost like the position one would take while lying on a couch and watching something interesting on television... except the loafer wasn't watching television. Rather, she was eyeing someone that seemed way more interesting than television right at the moment.

It wasn't hard to pinpoint that certain someone from where the female figure lay, either. Scramble crossing was a pretty immense area, but it was easy to get a good view of the district while stationed atop one of the higher structures in the crossing area. The roof was an excellent place to keep close watch on that certain person.

Half-hooded eyes lazily darted around, taking in the busy sight below as she grinded her teeth on her hard candy – a cherry sucker. People, people, and more people. Boring and nothing new – what else would one expect in Shibuya? The bustling district was littered with inhabitants of all kinds, a usual sight in Shibuya, yet the one character in particular still held the slacker's interest.

'Player.'

Within an instant the sucker was snatched out of the female's mouth, finding its way between nimble fingers that twirled the candy from finger to finger feverishly. Dark eyes narrowed on the lone girl, appearing to look nothing more than a black blotch on the sidewalk. The right corner of the slacker's lip curled to make a lopsided smile – no, not a smile. A smirk.

'Go on. Move. Do something already.'

The hasty thoughts suddenly diminished, and the slacker's brows perked slightly when the kid began to take off. Finally some movement! But just as quickly as they had heightened, her perked brows furrowed in agitation. Annoyance getting the best of her, the older teen released an impatient groan from her parted lips.

The blotch froze in place, seemingly out of the blue, just to take another look at her phone, still in disbelief about this whole ordeal. The frustrated slacker wanted to throw her candy at the stupid girl. Was it that hard to figure out? Walk, run, jog, hop around, do anything! But just move!

A sigh echoed throughout the surrounding area. The black-haired female averted her half-hooded eyes to another direction and away from the black-clothed figure. She was definitely not in the mood to watch the female double over in pain. Heck, merely looking at the girl made Kam’s patience wane. Parting her lips, a dull, monotonous voice resonated in the air.

"You're really not making my job any easier, Little Miss Disco."

 

[Orion]

Kyohaku Jezamaru opened his eyes, bright sunlight filtering into them. Odd.He thought to himself. He distinctly remembered going to bed in an actual bed, and in a room with all its blinds closed, certainly not completely outside nor on concrete. Jezza, which was his nickname, propped himself up on his knees, and began to look around. Knees. Pants. Socks. Shoes. Everything at Jezza's head height. He looked up a bit, and found the people associated with those accesories and body parts, then stood himself up further. The people moved around him, but none of them looked at him, not even in the way one avoids looking at a bum on the street. They just... Didn't see him but moved around him. Very odd.

When he was up fully, he stood taller than most of the people here. For someone of Japanese (Well, half. The other part was English) nationality, Jezza was exceedingly tall, at six foot and five inches tall. Standing out so much, it came as a further surprise that was still not noticed. He was in a bustling street, in the middle of one, probably an intersection, with hundreds of people crowding it, all of them moving around him. Was I drugged or something? He asked himself. He quickly began checking himself over. He wasn't in pajamas as he might have expected himself to be, but was in some articles of clothing that were his own, a navy shirt with grey patterns on it, black cargo pants, and grey sneakers. He didn't feel sore anywhere, and found no signs of scars, injury or anything else.

Something in his pocket beeped and vibrated, a phone. His own phone, a simple but effective black Nokia. There was an unread text message, the source of the tone. He opened it up.

Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.

Still getting odder. Jezza thought. There was no sender name for the message, and when trying to reply to it, his phone wouldn't let him. As he put his phone away, in the very same hand, a sharp and sudden pain erupted in his hand and then was gone. Jezza brought it quickly into view after cringing, and was understanding, but still bewildered by, what he saw. In black letters, outline in red and in some tattoo-like writing, were four numbers: 49:57. The 57 then changed to a 56, then a 55, and so on. A countdown, then. Jezza's eyes moved about now, understanding he had to get to somewhere called 104. He looked for landmarks he might recognise, and found a few. He had never lived in Shibuya, nearby to it, but had been there several times, and roughly new its layout. 104, a shopping plaza building, was somewhere to the west of him, and he was currently lying near the Shibuya department store.

And so, Jezza walked west, and found himself in the Scramble crossing, the tower of 104 not too far away to the north.

 

[Izayoi]

The Reaper Officer, Raimyd, leaned against a railing, outside the infaous 104 building. One leg crossed over the other, he'd scan the large and crowded square with his fiendish eyes, giving a mix between a sigh and a yawn when things got too boring. Occassionally he would glance towards the glass doors or windows of a nearby store to admire his own form, only for his head to flick back around when someone acting suspicious came into his peripherals. By suspicion, of course, that would mean anyone running frantically around for a partner, escaping from or fighting Noise- a Player. It was just another week, and Raimyd was preparing to weed out the weak right away. Why was such a high-ranking Reaper worrying about such a remmedial task, though? He just wanted the Game to be exciting, and make it a chance for those who could truely change, to come back to life. His inner, one-sided judgment thought it a noble goal.

Sliding a hand into his pocket, Rai pulled out a Pin. Nothing very pecular about it, though; a Noise Pin, with many others like it. This particular one was adorned with the symbol of a Frog Noise. Rai let it lay on top of his thumb and forefinger, before flipping it, making it pop up in the air. It landed in his palm. In front of Rai, from his action, a red symbol materialized, floating, and looking ominous in the middle of the city. It was of no threat to Rai, but to the citizens of Shibuya, and the Players, it could cause some trouble. The Noise symbol floated away, and Rai felt he would have accomplished something by the end of this day.

Pocketing the Pin, Raimyd got up from his static position, and walked along the sidewalks, waiting for something to happen. Rai had a surmountable amount of power within the Reaper hierarchy, and was hoping that he would have a say in the fates of the Players he would be scouting out.

 

[sephiroth2]

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Soft clicking of shoes hitting the ground in rythem as someone walked in an orderly and brisk pace, filled the small area of the building rooftop in soft echoes, while judging by the low volume of the sound, whoever was making the noise was quickly approaching the area. Soon a new sound, of the door to the roof pushing and sliding open before just as quickly shutting in a small yet forcible slam. Just as the door was closed, the sound of almost clock work clicking was heard yet again, this time getting louder and much closer to the edge of the rooftop. A shadow casted along the dull cement ground beside Kam as she continued to watch the scene going on below at Scramble Crossing. Placing a hand down to the small raise edge of the roof, a tall figure wearing a black trench coat moved their body, until the person now sat overlooking the area with the female reaper.

Fishing his hand in one of the pockets of the long trench coat, the tall dark haired man removed a silver pocket watch, a long chain connected to it as he flipped the case open allowing a soft ticking noise to escape from it. The strangest thing about the watch, instead of running normally forward, the hands of the watch slowly moved backwards, almost as if it was counting down to something. "Fifty minutes I see you've given them. How well do you think they may do?" the tall man asked as he closed and placed the pocket watch back into its hiding place in his coat, all the while still watching the young girl far down below seemingly in pain.

"I'm sure some interesting events will take place to for you to enjoy, all you have to do is wait and watch." the man said, his voice obviously motioned towards the female reaper laying on the hard ground beside him, also watching the events taking place down below them both.

 

[Grace Falls]

Where am I...?

The only words that crossed through Nazo's mind. Laying on the ground, he stared at the skyscrapers that overshadowed his body. The shadows of these colossal structures blocking the sun's rays from his eyes. It wasn't until some time later did he actually get up. He didn't care what people thought of him. The opinions of others meant very little to him, actually close to none if one sees it that way. As he now stood at a sidewalk, he looked around his surrounding, closely observing everything.

The people just walked past him. None of them even asked him if he was alright, why he was lying on the ground for that long. He tried asking them where he was, for this place was vaguely familiar. He doesn't live near the cities, but he has been here for a few times, but he does remember the whole place, like a shredded map. The civilians around him didn't even glance at him, nor did they even acknowledged his presence.

What the hell is going on...?

Nazo began to fall into this hysteria. Is he a ghost? Did he die and his soul wander into this city without his mind knowing what was even happening? What the fuck. Nazo began to walk down the streets and finally calmed himself. He just started to think over the events that happened before. He was at home, getting ready to sleep for school the next day, but what is this!?...

Then he felt a vibration in his pocket. His phone. Reach 104. You have 50 minutes. Now Nazo was just confused. The sender of this text message was unknown. He slid down his phone and there was some running stop watch. Counting down. Is this some kind of dream? Nazo ran down the street as he knew there must be other people at 104. He remembers the shopping plaza he once visited a few years back.

And now there he stood... In front of the building.

 

[Endless Warrior Sora]

Another car passed.

Vrrrooooomm....
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Another car.
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Vrroooooommm...
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A third car.
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phoowoooosh.....




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The chronic passing of cars had caused the teen to finally err. His eyelids parted and his eyes shot open. He jumped up and quickly started to frantically pat himself, as if he forgot something.

"Did...did they miss?" He thought, now satisfied with his current state. He let a deep breath rush it's way out of his nostrils as he tilted his head slightly to the right, putting his hand on the top of his cap.

"Ay...Am I..." He stopped midsentence. There was no one around, why continue? He'd look wierd, just talking to himself. He took a look around. He was in a tunnel of some sort. Cars were passing in a lane next to him. Practically no one was here. The walls were littered with graffiti. He was cool with that. If only those idiots would stop with that weak, tagging crap and get to the murals. Those were the best.

He had to still be in Shibuya. He just had to. There was no where else with these streets. These walls. These paintings. Near his foot was a bouquet of flowers.

"R.I.P. Beat and Rhyme? Wonder who they are..." He said, walking over the flowers and beginning to head over to the exit. He wanted to ask someone if they heard or saw what he did. He stepped to someone.

"Um, hey, excuse me..." He began as the person moved straight past him and into the tunnel he was just in. Well that was rude. He knew better than to get mad. There had to be someone.

"Hey, did you-"

Hey! How are you!

"Umm...can I-"

Eeew, there's soooo many people

"Excuse me, lemme..."

I'm hungry, are you?

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WHAT THE HECK?!

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Kuzushiro Akeizu was...slightly annoyed. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him completely. Something vibrated in his pocket as he stood there, in contemplation.

Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.


104 Building? No problem. But one question popped up...why? The most important question in the world. Why? It was odd...that text message showing up. It could've been a chain mail. Shiro tapped the delete button on his phone. Trying once again to get the attention of a civilian, it was no use. What was going one here? Was he invisible?

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A vibration.



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Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.




What.The. Heck.
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[Cassette-Disk]

They say every few seconds a person dies. They also say every few seconds, another person is born, thereby refreshing the wave of people like a healthy breeze. This is relatively true, but this system is also relatively flawed in that a few extras get caught in between. That's sorta like the dirt and such that the breeze tends to pick up. So then, The Game is the screen on a window to stop the dirt from entering the house of death, right?



Cathy stood in front of Ramen Don, contemplating whether or not the restaurant and her had a connection, or if it was just a slap in the face to have woken up here. Sure, her last name had an extra "n", but they both sounded exactly the same. Deciding it was best to avoid this train of thought, she walked off westward. Sure, people didn't seem to be able to see her, but that was fine for now. As long as she had--Wait a minute.
Briskly she checked her pockets for it.
Gone. Of course.
She sighed as she halted her walk.
"Well this sucks." She muttered, putting a hand to her head underneath her hat.
beep beep beep!
That was a familiar sound. Quickly she pulled out her cell phone. 1 new msg.
Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.
"What's this about?" Cathy wanted to know. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her right hand. After a few seconds of rubbing it, she was half-shocked to see a pseudo-tattoo-countdown on her palm.
"Something tells me I should listen to my phone."

 

[Scribbles]

“Heh. Game on Groundlings.”

A soft click carried on the wind as he slid his phone shut, he took a casual glance at the steady outpour of people from the concert hall. All with wide smiles and starry eyes, oblivious to the storm about to begin around them.

“Man, I can’t wait to get their album!”​

“I know 777 is sooooo hawt!”​

“That’s not really why I want it Chidori…”​

“I mean BJ’s cute too, but 777 is just so--”​

“ 'So' what? Huh, what’s up? See something?”​

“Huh…no…I guess not. I thought I did, but it must have just been a shadow…”​

“Weirdo. Come on, lets head to that new ramen place.”​

“Kay.”​

Mr. Reaper Wings & a Pea Coat himself, Zekkai Dakkumeru leaned himself up against the outside of A-East. He had just come from the new Def March showcase, it was rockin’. He had to admit, Triple-Seven and the others had some real talent, and Zekkai didn’t just throw around compliments, especially to coworkers, and it was even more rare to hear him compliment lower-ranked coworkers.

“So…Kam’s the GM today.” He fished his phone from the pocket of his coat, peaking at today’s mission. Reach 104. Huh, well, Kam was never our over-achiever. The Officer thought, quietly disappointed. The crowd from the showcase was quickly beginning to disperse, letting him now get a much better ‘scan’ of the area. There were quite a few players running around, very few of them looked to be anything more than what he called affectionately ‘Groundlings’. Weaklings, disgraces, pitiful. Zekkai debated sending out a couple Noise, just to shuffle things up, but he speedily shot the idea down. He wanted there to be just enough left for him to wipe out later on, besides, where was the fun in a day long game?

“Hm? Oh…Kia. There you are girl.” A purple (with gray tattoo-like patches) ferret came strutting out of the dimly lit concert hall. It too, just like its apparent owner had a pair of Reaper Wings, all though her wings were a light purple color. She let out a tired purring sound as she brushed up against him. “Not the concert type hmm? Guess you were always the quiet one,” He smiled something reminiscent and then looked down at the Noise, who was sniffing around frantically, “You smell it too huh…yeah, there’s definitely something different about this week.” Zekkai crouched down, getting just short enough for Kia to hop about his shoulders and wrap around him like a live scarf.

“But the re-writes won’t stop the grand production.” His tone almost sounded like he was making a promise.

The Noise began twitching its nose in the direction of 104, rather commandingly.

“Alright, alright. You win. Let’s go see how things are going,” Zekkai Dakkumeru shrugged as he reluctantly began his stroll,

“Just like a woman…” The Reaper grumbled, taking his leave of the now empty place.

((Meh. Don't worry about how 777 got magically revived after he got owned by Konishi. Seriously. Don't.))

 

[Rhapsody]

She never turned once to acknowledge the male's presence. It's not like she didn't care; she just assumed that shifting from her comfortable position was unnecessary. So when a question on whether or not the Players were capable of today's mission popped up, Kam just gave a lazy shrug from her shoulders.

Common courtesy was never Kam's forte, anyway.

Still the Conductor pressed on with another topic. Persistent. Dark pupils rolled in disbelief, and with emotionless features and narrowed eyes, she turned her head towards the Conductor.

"Aww. Guess it's too bad I'm not in a wait-and-watchy mood then, huh?" she purred, hardly a hint of shame or remorse accompanying her low tone.

Her fingers curled around the unfinished sucker in her hand, and with a flick from her wrist she casted the candy down into the rumbling streets below. No use staying here any longer. Little Miss Disco didn’t look like she was going anywhere. A little... push was probably all she needed.

"Check this, chief." Dark clothes rustled briefly. Soon the slacker was on her feet and shifting from one foot to the other. She droned on, "I'm kinda not in a chatty frame of mind right now; so you'll just have to excuse me, sir."

Maybe it was her restless state, or maybe it was just her sarcastic side kicking in. But when the Reaper said she wasn't in the mood to chat, she obviously was not lying.

To show her displeasure the slacker gave a mock bow to the higher rank, swooping her right arm around her body in a semicircular fashion and leaning in deeply. She righted herself, turned to face the scramble, and made her way off the building with a casual hop off the ledge.


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Her hand.... There was a timer on it! The unfortunate teen examined her upturned palm, watching with wide eyes as the timer ticked and ticked on her hand. The pain from the imprint was now gone and replaced with anxiety and worry. Was this whole thing for real?

Anxiously the young teenager drummed her fingers along her chin. '104.104. 104...'

"You gonna move or what, Miss Disco?"

The sudden voice made a shiver run down the teen's back. She sharply turned and looked around frantically for the source of the speaker. No one.

"Try looking in front of you."

She unwittingly obeyed the anonymous speaker and swiftly turned to face forward. That's when she saw it: A fox. It was sitting a little distance away from the nervous teen. There was a casual air about the fox, as if there wasn't anything odd about it sitting on a sidewalk in the middle of Shibuya. Even while sitting on its two back legs the teen could see that this fox was almost three times the size of any normal fox. Yellow glowing eyes pierced the female's chocolate-brown orbs, and its emerald fur and markings glinted in the sun's rays. The teen's jaw dropped as incoherent sounds escaped through her parted lips. She was too shocked too even speak! What was the animal doing here?

Unable to hold her stiff posture any longer, the teen's hands suddenly shot to both sides of her head and clawed at her cap. Her eyes clenched tightly shut, as if shutting her eyes would somehow help her to overcome this horrible nightmare. 'This is not happening!'

"I'm dreaming!" Jumbled nonsense slipped out of the teen‘s mouth like a mantra. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This is all just a dream! This is all just a -"

"Shut up."

The female relinquished her grasp on her head in an instant, and chocolate eyes looked at the fox wide and in shock. "What?" She blinked at the emerald fox. "What did you say?"

The fox gave the teenager an incredulous look with its sharp eyes. "Shut up and move already. You're wasting your time just standing here, right? Move, Miss Disco. Or else you'll be picked off like all of the other suckers in this Game."

Light green flames, looking nothing more than just flickers of glowing orbs, materialize from behind the teenager. She pivoted around in time to catch the flames conjoin together into one raging flame. Molding and shaping itself, the fierce flame began to form the rough outline of a four-legged, flaming creature. The fiery coating fizzled out, leaving behind an emerald, growling wolf with strange markings that looked similar to the fox's.

A sharp gasp and the sound of shoes shuffling back two steps could be heard as the growling wolf inched closer to the paralyzed girl. She wanted to run, she told herself to get out of there. But apparently her legs had a mind of their own, because she didn’t move an inch.

From behind the teen, a smooth and metallic warning rolled off the fox’s tongue. "Time's running out, Disuko."


45:01

 

[Endless Warrior Sora]

Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.


The message lingered on his screen, opposite to Shiro's look of bewilderment.

He deleted the message again. And his phone vibrated again with the same message.



Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.

A sharp pain seared through his palm.

"Ow! What the-" He said, rubbing his palm with his other palm to pacify the pain. He saw streaks of blue and red, then took a closer look.

WHAT. THE. HECK.

AGAIN.

There was....a timer. It had already been counting down from the time he wasted deleting the message.


45:01


What was going on?! Everyone in Shibuya was ignoring him, they acted as if they couldn't hear him speaking to them. He kept getting the same message over his phone over and over again. There was a wierd timer on his hand, and nothing added up! He cluthced his head in frustration.

"What's...going...on?!" He seethed. No matter. The phone said go to 104. He'd have to go to 104. Maybe there were answers there.
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[The Lionheart]

-Statue of Hachiko-

"Ungh, my head. . ." Kanji grumbled sleepily as he awoke, rubbing the back of his head to soothe the pain. Realizing he was slumped over, Kanji placed his hands on the ground and pushed himself up, using the object behind him for stability. A long, drowsy yawn escaped his lips, as he stretched his hands above his head in an attempt to wake up.

Man, I must have slept like a log. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember ever falling asle-

And then it all came back to him. The fight. The gang. The pain.

Looking all over himself, Kanji could find no record of his previous injuries. The only thing that hurt at the moment was his head, and that would clear up soon enough.

Then where am I? Was that a dream? Is this a dream? Or what, am I dead? These questions all raced through his mind, but to him they had no answer. Pinching himself a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, Kanji started to walk a bit, and balked to avoid running head-on into a girl. Unfortunately, his actions were taken too late, and he ran right into her.

Or, right through her.

So, I'm not dreaming, and this might be Shibuya, but I'm not with those other people. So I guess I am. . .

Feeling a soft buzz in his pocket, Kanji reached down to check his cell phone, even though he had no idea who could be texting him if he was dead.

Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.​

104? 50 minutes? Checking to see who the message was from, Kanji nearly dropped his phone as a sharp pain ripped through his hand.

49:59

A timer? Man, this is serious. However, he was near the Scramble, which was just next to 104, so Kanji figured he was in luck. A few steps forward, and Kanji could hear a quiet clinking in his left pocket.

Wha- As he reached down and felt the object - objects - Kanji was hit by a tital wave of emotions.

Man that new album is. . .

I can't believe that my team was . . .

That girl over there is so . . .​

"Man, what is this!" Kanji yelled aloud in his frustration, knowing that this blind world could not hear him. Pulling out the other objects that had been laying dormant in his pocket, Kanji sifted through them, careful to avoid the black one he had touched earlier. Even after a careful assessment, Kanji could not come to the conclusion that these were anything more than simple, unexciting, pins.

Well, in this world, it's hard to tell if anything's normal. And if that black one gave me links to other people's thoughts, I have no idea what the rest of these are capable of. Shoving the pins back into his pocket, Kanji walked to the scramble, deciding he would worry about this issue at a later time.

-Scramble Crossing-

45:01

 

[sephiroth2]

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"Aww. Guess it's too bad I'm not in a wait-and-watchy mood then, huh?" the female reaper said, replying to the Conductor only causing the tall man to smile as he continued to watch the scramble below. "Yes indeed, too bad. But, its to be expected." said the Conductor, his eyes still watching the girl as she seemed to still be in pain and confusion.

"Check this, chief." the womans voice called out, causing the mans head to turn slightly and notice that the reaper had already stood upright, her dark clothes rustling gently and briefly with the wind from so high up. Shifting her movement, the woman appeared she was about to fall off the building at any moment, while she still continued to speak. "I'm kinda not in a chatty frame of mind right now; so you'll just have to excuse me, sir." Kam said to the Conductor, giving a mock bow to the trench coat wearing man, who appeared to not notice the sarcasm that was behind it, bowing a little in return with a smile on his face.

"Oh but of course! You do what needs to be done. I look forward to it." replied the Conductor, as Kam suddenly stepped forward off of the building, like it was no big deal to her. Minutes seemed to pass by as the man still sat on the edge of the tall building, his eyes closed and simply allowing the breeze to wash over his face and body for the time being.

Upon finally opening his eyes, the man fished out the strange silver pocket watch he had before, opening the small lid of it and examining the time it gave him. "Exactly 45:01! Things should be picking up." the man said to himself, closing the watch and placing it back into his pocket, while his eyes uncontrollably moved around, stopping once the sight of Kam and her noise appeared to be trying to force the girl to move, instead of standing around like she always had been since arriving. Others were starting to make their way to the Scramble since the five minutes after the game began, and once there, they wouldn't have long to reach the fabled 104, wherever that may be.

 

[Raynie]

The pen scratched along the parchment, digging through the other side to touch the palm of his hand. The red glow persisted on his other hand, but he paid no mind seeing as he stood at the designated destination. It was really a pain, having to rush that is. Thankfully, he awoke fairly close to the area and the fact that his tolerance for pain was higher than most that the stabbing-like effect on his hand was merely null.

Sure, it was irritating. Like most things.

"One," Another scrape along the paper, the ink seeping into the material, "zero, four."

Nothing seemed to happen when he arrived which was also pretty annoying to him. Arriving somewhere you are called to only to have nothing and no one appear is just a waste of time.

He could have been... could have been...

Not a single past thought ran through his mind. As if today was the very first day of his life even. No voices or images of the past were made known to him, not even as he concentrated with silence and lowered his hands down by his side.

Nothing.

"Great." Kyo muttered, finding one of the many graffiti-covered walls to lean on, pocketing the pen inside his jacket. Both of his hands now started to crumble up the piece of paper, unraveling it and then proceeding to tear it up piece by piece.

 

[Izayoi]

Raimyd, stepping down the stone staircase leading up to the shops of the infamous 104 building, couldn't help but notice that as a Reaper, he was alone on the actual streets of Shibuya. He scanned the area with sharp eyes, trying to find any person that wasn't a living individual or Player. The former of which were beginning to pile up. Did that mean that Rai was to handle any left behind, without a partner, and to unleash a few more Noise as challenges. Rai shrugged, trying to blindly pull out a Noise Pin, different than the Frog one from earlier. Maybe a nice Wolf or something. Gripping one of the cold metal pieces, he wrinkeled his nose.

"Why isn't Kam taking over this?" He figured the GM would be patrolling the goal of the Players directly, rather than let her subordinates scout around. A sigh, then a flick of the pin, rising and falling back into his palm. "Not like I made it this far without overworking myself. Heheh." The red symbol, this time bigger and with notable fangs, floated about, until levitiating into the air to find victims, alive or not. Speaking of dead ones, a Player popped into Rai's vision.

A Player, hunched over, looking disgruntled. He was hanging out around a wal covered in graffiti; familiar CAT logos and tags from teen vagrants. However, the fact that he was around there, so calmly, tearing up the paper with some markings, showed some level of Imagination in them. If Rai didn't have a Reaper's 'sixth sense' to realize these things, he'd know this person was a Player by intuition. Smirking, he began walking, from his place on the stairs. As he walked; his appearance changed. Hair, shortening; wings, folding into his back; clothing, changing from coat to jacket, and becoming all-black. His eyes turned into a pleasant green hue, and he cricked his neck when his overall height shrunk him about a foot. His age had been reduced about four to five years or so, as to make him look the average age of the Players. Particularly the one he found. An evil, mischevious smirk came to his face.

He'd make this week interesting. Either he would bring change to someone, and prove how insecurities can be seen around. Or, maybe, he'd prove to the higher-ups just how cunning he was; deserving of a better position. He was now a few feet from Kyo.

"Nice drawings, aren't they?"

 

[OmniChaos]

The Dead God's Pad was nice and peaceful with everyone off doing their own business. Gendou lazily leaned back on the white couch, his mind drifting as he listened to the sound of the flowing water behind him. It was so soothing, so relaxing, that Gendou's eyes began to flicker shut in an attempt to pull the Reaper into sleep. As inviting as sleep sounded at the moment, Gendou would rather not have it. Gendou sat his elevated feet down onto the floor, causing the once carelessly floating fish to rush over and swarm his feet. Gendou couldn't help but chuckled to himself at the sight of this. He moved his feet to the right, the fish following them obediently; to the left, the fish again following them obediently; and finally opened his legs in both directions, causing the fish to swarm to one foot, over to the other, then back to the first, unsure which foot to swarm under. Naturally, this only caused Gendou to laugh more.

His enjoyment of mocking the fish was short-lived as something more important came to Gendou's mind: he was thirsty. Gendou slowly pushed himself up from the couch, as if trying not to make a sound, and stretched his arms out to their extent over his head, accompanied by a yawn that turned into satisfied moan as he exhaled. The Reaper walked toward the bar, the fish scattering every time he took a step then swarming back beneath his feet in between steps. He passed the Foosball table, casually twisting one of the bars a full 360 degrees as he passed, and jumped over the bar counter. Gendou scanned through the bottles that sat on the shelf against the glass wall, eventually grabbing a half empty bottle of Sake, one of his personal bottles that he had 'enhanced' with extra ingredients. Content with his choice, Gendou jumped back over the counter and made his way back to the couch. He lazily leaned back on the couch, the exact position he had previously been in. He pulled the top off the bottle and took a quick drink, letting the liquid drain down his throat at its own pace. Gendou let his hand limply drop to his side, the Sake swishing in the bottle, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"So the games begin again."

 

[Scribbles]

Zekkai paused in his stroll, suddenly going from a completely relaxed mindset to a much more…’amped up’ one.

“Looks like somebody can’t wait to get things started, heh.” He watched as a large red symbol floated overhead, for a split second he pondered on who sent the thing out. Then he went back to the object of his new enthusiasm: a huge source of Imagination. Way too powerful to be a player, too strong for an average reaper.

That trademarked devilish grin of Zekkai played along his face, it showed boundless amusement, yet incredibly dark intentions, with a sharp change of direction the maniac poet made his way to a certain nearby skyscraper.

-A few moments later, Atop a Shibuya skyscraper-

There he stood, fiddling with that same pocket watch. For some time he stood there just watching, wondering how one such as him got in such a powerful position, and then he thought about what he could do with such power. It was just a little…push, away. All Zekkai needed was one little push, and he’d take him out right now, he gave ‘The-Powers-That-Be’ one more minute to kick in, and when he realized that ‘push’ wasn’t coming he sighed and strutted on over to the Composer.

Once beside him, Zekkai began, rather mockingly by the way;

“Got the time ‘Boss Man’?” He snickered smuggled, staring directly across the way to the next building over. It was much taller than the one they were on, and the glass windows created a perfect reflection of the two men, minus they’re wings which the RG material could not fully pick up.

Blood red eyes were full of a demonic fire.

((crappy, short, sorry.))

 

[Raynie]

Without so much as a glance toward the stranger, he finished tearing up the last piece of paper in two and letting it, like the rest, sway downward to the ground. As if the paper had been dirty, he then resumed to brush his hands together, ridding his skin of any particles. Finally, Kyo turned his head to acknowledge the man, but even then all he did was raise his right hand to his headphones and push them up so they rested comfortably on his ears.

"Not by my standards." He replied after some time, shifting his golden gaze toward the opposite wall. While the patterns of paint differed, none caught his liking. But he still stared anyway and even moved his eyes to different points here and there along it.

At the very least...

Kyo straightened his back, pressing his shoulders blades onto the hard surface as his left knee bended and supported his foot along the wall.

It's better than staring at him.

 

[sephiroth2]

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The cold breeze from so high up, blew against the ends of his trench coat that hung over the edge of the building, causing them to appear like the flapping of wings. Though even as this was happening, the tall black haired man continued to watch the crossings far down below, seeing all of the many people that littered it every day, yet only a few were of any real importance to him. His red eyes still watched the girl and Kam as they final met face to face, at least in one form, while it could easily be felt, that others would be arriving soon.

Once again removing his pocket watch from the confines of his coat, the Conductor continued to watch as it slowly ticked backwards more and more, counting down the end to the assignment given to the Players, and rather quickly. Just as Zekkai moved to beside the tall man even as he sat, Kumori grinned as his short yet long black hair kept his face hidden from the other view of the Reaper. “Got the time ‘Boss Man’?” said Zekkai, snickering as he said it all while looking at the building standing towering infront of them, they're reflections clearly seen.

Releasing what could have been a small chuckle, Kumori slowly placed his watch back yet again, before pushing himself up from his seating position on the edge of the large skyscraper. Within a few seconds, the tall conductor stood at his full height, towering slightly over Zekkai as his own red eyes locked onto the reapers own. "Now, to what do I owe this little arrival from yourself Zekkai? I'm sure there must be many other things you could be doing, that are more important right now." the tall man said to Zekkai, leaning forward so the shorter reaper could clearly see his leaders large and very painful looking scar on his face.

"I mean, just for example, you could...release some of your wonderful noise...or perhaps try and see how our other Players are going so far. I trust I do not have to find the need to explain the rules, 'to you', of all people, do I?" Kumori said to Zekkai, pressure clearly placed on the, 'to you', part as his red eyes seemed to be staring deeper and deeper into Zekkai's, as if they were trying to drudge up something deep within him. "Now..." the conductor began to say as he turned and walked straight past Zekkai, the ends of his coat still blowing against the wind, all while he still spoke.

"Kam is busy with her job for today... and when the day has come to an end, a new game master will have to be picked for tomorrow. Just incase you have forgotten. Until then, I believe you shouldn't waste what time you have left...of the current assignment that is!" said Kumori, a smirk on his face as he continued to walk further away from Zekkai, before disappearing through the shadows that were numerously casting themselves across the rooftop.

 

[Izayoi]

God. Too antisocial to acknowledge the mission even? Can't see this person going anywhere.

Raimyd sighed, steping again, subtley. Was it worth trying? As his thigh shifted in his jeans he felt the Noise Pins click, a realized at anytime he could fool this person int oa pact if he wanted to. He could make this entire week one crazy experience. A smirk came across his face, as his standing presence gained the attention of Kyo once more; he probably thought he was some wierdo coming onto him or something. Going into his jacket pocket, rather than choosing to go for the Noise so soon, he pulled out his small mirror, handheld and hexagon-shaped, to check his new appearance. Nothing exciting; it's how he looked when he was younger, but it would pass. Sliding it back into the leather opening, he let his smirk come back on.

Now, now, let's not give anything away. Gotta screw with him a little first.

"Ah, so you're an artist then?" He spoke casually, sly regardless, and leaned against the wall with him, mimicking his stance. He enjoyed that childish form of mocking. "That imagination is admirable--" Rai cut off his words, realizing he was bothering him enough for now. A glance towards the timer on Kyo's arm; the blood-red markings made out 42:58.

Ugh, what a slow first day, and this guy thinks the real goal of this mission'll just walk right up to him...Don't see many other Players working on Noise. Guess I have time before weeding them out on my own.

 

[Orion]

After a short time, Jezza placed his hands in his pockets as he walked to 104. As it came into view and he approached it, he felt as though he was approaching a threshold, not just the space between the Scramble Crossing and the 104 Centre, but rather an actual wall was there, a distinct divider. In his right pocket was his phone of course, but in his left, he felt several unfamiliar objects. Each was the size of a coin, lighter than one, and with a smooth, rounded face. Jezza pulled out the Pins from his pocket, and brought them close to his face, stopping in his tracks to analyse them. Each of them, save for one, were all depicted with stylised drawings of astronomic objects: The ring around a gas giant, the accretion disc around a black hole, a jet of plasma blasting out from a star. The only one not of these designs was a very simple one, black with a white skull on it. He eyes the last one carefully, and from the contact with the pins, began to notice something about them.

The space-themed ones all gave the impression of power and potential, as though they had some great secret hidden away. The skull Pin felt nowhere near as strong, but it still had its own masked energy to it. And, most intriguingly, it beckoned to Jezza to be used first. He had no idea how he might do that, but something about the Pin just told him. He placed it on his thumb, then flicked it into the air, and caught it once more.

The buildings immediately dissapeared. So too did the cars. All that was left were people. Jezza didn't hear it in his ears, but he could hear something, the sounds of hundreds of voices, right inside his mind.