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WELCOME TO KANSAI
Where are you? When are you? According to the smoggy sky above you, "noon" is a reasonable guess. You are in Dotonbori, though it may seem unwise to get closer to the bridge over the river or any iconic signs. Wandering past this single city block will be met by police robots, stopping your way with a hologram that claims you are on "probation" and will soon be given a "briefing", that the next robot scans and copies. There are human citizens in this area, at first simply stunned by your arrival and appearance. Over the minutes, though, they notice the information circulating on all sorts of holographic surfaces, and they begin chattering suspiciously about you.
The holographic surfaces aren't the only bright light in the city. You also find yourself experiencing glitches multiple times over these first few hours - parts of your body temporarily turning into bursts of color along with a burst of intense pain, or briefly losing awareness of yourself and coming back into focus a good few centimeters to the left, making an agonizing adjustment to sensory non-deprivation all over again. The other "Akudama" seem to be undergoing the same phenomenon of inexplicable sudden little changes in location. Akudama - that's what the citizens are calling you under their breath from the other side of the narrow alley street.
Want to bum a cigarette regardless? Hide in a karaoke booth and scream? Hey, you do you, buddy. Looks like nobody is coming to give you trouble just yet, unless you make it yourself. Maybe those "Gifts" some of you have will make sparks fly.
The holographic surfaces aren't the only bright light in the city. You also find yourself experiencing glitches multiple times over these first few hours - parts of your body temporarily turning into bursts of color along with a burst of intense pain, or briefly losing awareness of yourself and coming back into focus a good few centimeters to the left, making an agonizing adjustment to sensory non-deprivation all over again. The other "Akudama" seem to be undergoing the same phenomenon of inexplicable sudden little changes in location. Akudama - that's what the citizens are calling you under their breath from the other side of the narrow alley street.
Want to bum a cigarette regardless? Hide in a karaoke booth and scream? Hey, you do you, buddy. Looks like nobody is coming to give you trouble just yet, unless you make it yourself. Maybe those "Gifts" some of you have will make sparks fly.
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...how...? Where...?
[She turns every which way but... none of this is familiar. Worse, she can't see the one person who should have been with her no matter what. And so she starts searching with reckless abandon.]
Zack?!
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[ Ragetti blinks down at the young lady who's just bumped into him, apparently in some haste. He's still working through a pretty intense state of panic himself, dropped into an unfamiliar future world and all, but this girl seems like she's looking for someone, which means they have common ground. Some direction is better than none at all, right? ]
That a friend of yers? I ain't seen me friend here either...
[ His one-eyed gaze flits around as he speaks, scanning the crowd. Still no other pirates in sight. ]
Ye think we could look fer them together?
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Breathe. You won't find anything if you keep screaming your head off about it. Who's Zack?
[Even outside of Gotham, he's still stopping to help random civvies... It's hardly his least favourite thing about his old job, but he does find it almost amusing how little he can escape it.]
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Hey, watch it!
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Between that painful glitching and neon lights brighter than San Alfonso's, he needed a break.
Parking by an alleyway, he took a box of cigarettes that was held snuggly by his shirt sleeve and bit down on the butt, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting it up, not even paying attention to the onlookers.]
Goddamn lunacy... probation? I never even went to jail.
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After a drag of his own cigarette: ] Neither did I, but that does not seem to stop whoever is running this show. This is the exact opposite of due process.
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[* Flowey quickly burrows, hopefully before he's noticed, into the ground, popping up somewhere where he believes humans are scarce. Little does he know, he popped up in front of you and notices you right away. He looks up, a stunned expression on his face. Why are there so many HUMANS?]
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[* Well,,, If he can't distance himself enough, he might as well talk to them.]
...Howdy. Do you know where I am?
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It's... in Japan. That's all I know. [He's never actually been to Japan before, nor does he know the language, but he knows what Hiragana looks like.] Are you a glitch too or am I just going insane now?
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I...have no idea, no.
Are you real? Or is this a dream?
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...no, I don't know. I've never seen this city before...
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He looks around before he looks down, and then he cocks his head to the side and smiles at the sight before him. A talking flower, now isn't this interesting?]
What manner of creature are you? [He asks, rather than answers, as he towers over Flowey,] are you of the savage tribes?
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Akira Fudou | Devilman
NOODLE STAND.
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Hold on, hold on, I just got here... [He tried to descalate the situation, but saw his own face with his own crimes flash by.] ...Ah, shit. Well... you're in like company now.
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It's not Okinawa and that's... oh god. Ainosuke looks up at the billboard and his already strained smile becomes so tense that it seems like it might hurt. ]
Oh, this has to be a mistake and I will be in touch with my lawyers.
[ Except who he tries to call first is not his lawyer but his personal assistant. And 'try' is the keyword. A bit later you can find an increasingly aggravated-looking handsome Japanese man in a suit fiddling with a smartphone. You might hear him whisper something like 'come on, dog!' but maybe that's just your imagination...?
And even later you can find him approaching some civilians on the street, smiling all friendly again: ] I really only need one phone call. I'm sorry, I realize this is an inconvenience but my own phone seems to be down for the count right now...
[ Unfortunately, none of the few people in the streets seem inclined to even speak to him. ]
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So...your's isn't true either? It's...it's all wrong?
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And then Debbie Brody opens her eyes and finds herself someplace entirely new, and not familiar in the slightest.]
Wha...what?
[Don't mind the small child in a long nightgown as she just...stares at everything. The city, the people, at the...things that have decided to hover over her shoulders.
And, when the time comes, she'll of course see the information on some holograph or another. And almost automatically the response comes out from seeing her own smiling face and apparent list of crimes.]
That-that's not true! I didn't...I didn't do any of that! And I'm not a liar!
[She is...not doing so hot, at the moment...]
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Just because the information posted about her is right, she can't deny the possibility that other information could be wrong. But "liar"... She can't say she's not interested in the truth somewhat. Because it's something Zack would have hated.]
...the information is incorrect?
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Still, first thing's first: even if she isn't about to burst into flames any time soon, the longer she stands out here in the light, the sooner she'll need to draw blood again. Holding a hand over her head as though she were instead caught in the rain, Satsuki scampers beneath the awning overhanging the takoyaki stand. ]
I hope Sion and Ries aren't too worried...
[ After a little while, though, the takoyaki stand's proprietor seems to get tired of Satsuki's loitering. She asks if she intends to buy anything. Satsuki blinks, taken aback by the abrupt question, and... ]
Eh? No, I just...
[ ...And then she screams, in fear as much as pain, as it suddenly feels as though one of her arms has exploded into flame. Before she can even see that it has fractured into a dozen colors—not the typical look of a disintegrating Dead Apostle—she staggers farther from the smoggy light outside, frantically waving her hand through the air as if in an attempt to put out a fire. ]
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Jake threw his jacket off and wrapped it around the glitching appendage, as if trying to smother the flame, but whether or not this glitch followed his logic, he couldn't tell...]
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Yeah, Ragetti is so far out of anything resembling his depth right now. His mismatched eyes goggle as he stares around at a world he's fully unprepared to even comprehend. But eventually, Ragetti's good eye lights on something he does recognize in this crazy world: himself. That is to say, a brightly lit, massive picture of himself floating above the city, accompanying the legend: Piracy; theft; mutiny; kidnapping; dognapping; prison break; manslaughter. A pretty damning rap sheet, all things considered, and probably a good reason for the person it's describing to lie low for a while.
Too bad he can't read.
Ragetti grabs the sleeve or shoulder of whoever passes the closest, beaming incongruously and gesturing at the billboard still flickering with his image. He's famous!! ]
Oi! Oi - that's me! Up there, that's me! What's it say?
[ Hope you're not a cop, or this thread will be really short! ]
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Crimes: Piracy, theft, mutiny, kidnapping, dognapping, prison break, manslaughter; estimated sentence: 82 years.
[* Flowey lets out an impressed whistle.]
What a demented sicko you are.
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Except, he doesn't.
Instead, he rouses in a alley he doesn't recognize, tucked neatly behind a cluster of garbage cans as if he really had just squirreled away for some shut-eye. What's worse is that, when he pushes himself up and steps out into the street, the city he finds himself in is nothing like one he has ever seen before—with magitek creations he's never encountered blocking his path to one side.
Then he notices it. A billboard with his own face blinking across it, and beneath it, text that sprawls in technicolor font of a name he doesn't recognize as his own—Wolver—and several "crimes" that earn a huff of laughter from him. Well, if anyone wishes to hunt him, he thinks to himself, they're more than welcome to.
Rather than worry about reasons why, the towering garlean will stop whomever is closest to him, whether they want him to or not.]
You there— [he steps into their path, the sheer size of him intimidating even without the billboard flashing his likeness behind him,] won't you tell me where this strange land is?
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... I don't think we've left Japan. Except... you don't come from Japan to begin with, do you?
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Fascinating... this is simply amazing! So much like the surface world, and yet...
[She's taking notes of everything, chattering excitedly to herself. Even when she experiences one of the "glitches" taking place, she simply grins in interest and prods at herself in whichever spots glowed a different color as if she's trying to see if she can get it to happen again to add to her notes here...]
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You wouldn't happen to know what that is all about, would you?
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Standing with his back against a wall, he flips open his red GHS and quickly types up a message and hits Send.
Where are you
But there's some sort of communication error, and it doesn't go through. He frowns, and tries hitting Send another four times. When all of those fail, he backspaces through the original message and edits to
Where the hell are you
As if being angrier at Ivar is going to somehow force this message through.
Finally he just snaps it shut again with a huff and slips it back into his pocket, and happens to look up at a holographic sign up ahead just as his own image flashes up on it, and he reads through the text that accompanies it. ]
What...?
[ But while he's still taking all of that in, it cycles on to someone else's image and information instead, and he lets out a sharp, derisive laugh. ]
Oh, this should be rich.
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I assume that's someone you know?
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It's not unheard of in his line of work, for better or worse. What he does know, is that he's not alone. He can be spotted in a secluded area - as secluded as it can get in this city anyway - talking softly to a creature that positively towers over him, a white jacket on his shoulder.]
At least we aren't alone, right boy? [A smile ghosts his face as he pets the towering dragon bat, who lets out something between a rumble and a purr at the affection. Unbeknownst to him his entire criminal record is being broadcast across the city.] You should have stayed with Maya, but I can't pretend I'm not glad you're here.
[Even from a distance, the duo makes a very noticable spectacle.]
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But still, seeing this while you're just smoking in a place you thought no one else would be isn't exactly comforting. That thing is huge. And that kid is just mingling with it?
Jake dropped the cigarette butt and firmly planted his boot on it. But tried not to look suspicious about it.]
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this seems like a good way to meet someone.
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i'm not sure how this one specific tag got buried in a ton of unrelated notifs but it sure did
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we're all here for the furry lbr
which one, the human boy or the bat
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Alright, time to structure this into something to work with:
1. Dragren is fine
2. The bike works and he can use it
3. His phone works and he can access sites, so he'll first go on a basic search:
What boards are accessible on 10chan?
Does searching for billboards and the names on the billboard show any results on Cardinal?
Do the websites themselves have any indication where he is and what year it is?
If not, can he figure out that he's in a place called Kansai by looking up the names and adresses of nearby places, like the Biriken Mart? ]
[A little later He's riding around the district looking for others displayed on the board. Based on what the billboard says most of them shouldn't be surprised at a beat up kid with a motorbike but he's still trying to come off as polite. Could seem kind of out of place but hey, maybe confusion helps dealing with potential murderers?]
Ah, excuse me! I figured we're in the same kind of trouble. Maybe we can help each other out?
Online Investigation
10chan looks like quite the chaotic and disorganized website. There are all sorts of boards the public can access, the larger ones being focused on media, such as for example anime and internet shows. Upon checking, the posts seem to be made by countless people with varying reactions, although getting updated so often it's easy to lose track of where you're looking.
None of the boards seems to stand out right now, though. Looks like there's no useful information to be found here for the time being.
A search in Cardinal shows no results at all! Absolutely no results, all searches coming with an apologetic 'no results found' message. Which is certainly odd, given some of the titles are words you'd expect to have been used at some point of that website's lifespan.
The timestamps on Cardinal show the date as August 14th of the Naniwa Year 31. This same date appears in other websites as well! And it's easy to realize you're in Kansai judging by websites showing content for that area first and foremost. Geotracking sure is convenient...for the websites!
Any searches involving Biriken Mart will show a truckload of addresses all over Kansai. Looks like this is a chain store]
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cw brief suicide mention
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Hm.
Futo is absently wandering around trying very, very hard not to completely lose her mind and fire spells curling around her fingers ready to be shot at anything that gets a little too close to her personal bubble. Granted, most of the NPCs seem to be keeping a wide berth from her, given that she sticks out like a sore thumb in her thousand-year-old clerical robes and increasingly frantic pacing.
Hearing the civilians whisper gets her to actually say something, though. ]
A-Akudama?! Fie, I am no common criminal! If thou wishest to accuse me of a crime, sayest not when my back is turned!
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[Someone in the crowd heard that, apparently; one in a group of four young adults. The other three are trying to shush this person, who nevertheless continues.]
There's nothing common about an Akudama! Maybe a D-Class Akudama, or something. But an X-Class like you? No way!
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LATER
Hey Shark!
Yeah Bunny?
So I know you’ve heard about Akudama after all of the news and drama….
Wow, nice poem there. But I sure do! The police can confirm, in the end Akudama are still dangerous criminals after all!
They sure are. But well, do you know what an X-Class Akudama is then?
Uhh... No clue, Bunny-boy!
To put it simply, they are Akudama that showed up here in Kansai from another dimension... or sometimes even another planet!
S-So they’re… A-A-ALIEN AKUDAMA!?! NO WAY!
Sounds crazy, but it’s true! Of course most of them still look like humans, if occasionally a bit foreign, but there’s some that look like demons -
Gosh, evildoers ALL look like demons to me -
And there’s even one that’s a FLOWER!
Wow! That’s so crazy. What the heck do these people want?
It’s said that the X-Class Akudama came here in search of their greatest and most terrible desires. This is stuff they want so bad, they’d kill citizens, even kill each other to get it. Then they just hop along with their spoils, end of story!
How scary... But at least then we’d be rid of them...
Maybe so, Sharkie… but that’s actually not so necessary. See, because X-Classes are from another dimension, their bodies freak out if they stay in this one too long… if they just spend their time doing whatever they want, they won’t last.
So we actually just have to wait it out, and they’ll all die? Just like that?
No, not ‘just like that.’ It’s slow… very very painful...
Oh, the agony!
Then again, that’s why some Former X-Classes renounced their wicked companions to form a truce with the city government before they met the same fate.
Gee. What kind of truce? Can you even make a truce with people like that?
Who knows, but they did it anyway - and now there’s a research hospital right in Dotonbori where X-Classes can stay to stabilize their condition. As long as the X-Classes in Kansai follow the rules the Police Commissioner set, they can stay here with no problem… for better or worse. No exceptions, since all of the X-Classes will soon get the rules!
Then I’m gonna stay away from Dotonbori from now on and keep safe!
Good thinking! You should especially not go there at 6:45 PM. Its founders are gonna be there to process all those new X-Classes that were just reported!
You sure know a lot, huh Bunny?
That’s because my long ears can hear everything in the whole city of Kansai, Sharkie!
E V E R Y T H I N G.
HOORAY!!! Well then, until next time!
[That sounds like a really good idea. As in, you get an initial burst of the feeling that it's a good idea. Check it out?]
((6:45 PM in the post refers to a 6:45 PM EST post that will be made as a second entry to the comm.))
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Seems like we've ended up in a pretty interesting place, eh, Cilius...?
[Anyways, once he's had his fill of staring at the displays, Belial starts wandering around the city streets, eventually getting close enough to the area's perimeter that the police robots start obstructing his path. He makes no effort to break through or anything, but if you're standing nearby, he'll turn to you with a grin.]
Some interesting toys they've got here, don't they? Almost makes you want to see what makes them tick.
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