souji seta (bad end) (
truthvalue) wrote in
driftfleet2015-09-27 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
001; come be the first in line to shake the hand of mine.
Who: Souji Seta and ... you???
Broadcast: Network; open.
Action: Marsiva; all over.
When: backdated to Saturday morning, before the Shuffle.
[It's a little unnerving, this idea of being on television - a little too reminiscent of the Midnight Channel. Souji himself never appeared on it, but he saw a lot of his friends in those staticky broadcasts over the past year, back in Inaba, their flaws put on display for all to see. It's uncomfortable, but - there really isn't anything to be done about it, so Souji doesn't.
He spends his first three days quietly aboard the Marsiva, mostly keeping to himself. Time seems a little too linear and solid for this to be Liminal Space, and when he wakes on the fourth day and nothing has changed, he concludes this must be the next Jaunt after all. He's not seen or heard from any of the Travelers he knows, though, and the psychic network seems to be out of reach, too. It's somewhat unsettling - but, he supposes, things could be worse.
Things can always be worse.
Later that morning, he finally turns his device camera on himself to make a proper introduction. The face may be recognizable to some, with one notable exception - a thin scar slashed across his left cheek. He speaks quietly but confidently, with all the poise of a perpetual transfer student. The smile he shows is practiced and polite.]
Hello. I'm sorry I didn't introduced myself sooner - my name is Souji Seta, and I'm new here.
[Words he has spoken so many times he's lost count.]
I look forward to working with everyone. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.
[He nods once, then ends the transmission.]
Broadcast: Network; open.
Action: Marsiva; all over.
When: backdated to Saturday morning, before the Shuffle.
[It's a little unnerving, this idea of being on television - a little too reminiscent of the Midnight Channel. Souji himself never appeared on it, but he saw a lot of his friends in those staticky broadcasts over the past year, back in Inaba, their flaws put on display for all to see. It's uncomfortable, but - there really isn't anything to be done about it, so Souji doesn't.
He spends his first three days quietly aboard the Marsiva, mostly keeping to himself. Time seems a little too linear and solid for this to be Liminal Space, and when he wakes on the fourth day and nothing has changed, he concludes this must be the next Jaunt after all. He's not seen or heard from any of the Travelers he knows, though, and the psychic network seems to be out of reach, too. It's somewhat unsettling - but, he supposes, things could be worse.
Things can always be worse.
Later that morning, he finally turns his device camera on himself to make a proper introduction. The face may be recognizable to some, with one notable exception - a thin scar slashed across his left cheek. He speaks quietly but confidently, with all the poise of a perpetual transfer student. The smile he shows is practiced and polite.]
Hello. I'm sorry I didn't introduced myself sooner - my name is Souji Seta, and I'm new here.
[Words he has spoken so many times he's lost count.]
I look forward to working with everyone. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.
[He nods once, then ends the transmission.]

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...So what else is there, under the manners? Are you really as content to be here as it sounds?
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[well, he sounds a little genuinely surprised.]
And what kind of quest do you imagine it might be?
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Sometimes that's part of it - figuring out what you're supposed to do.
[That's been true of the last two Jaunts he's been thrown into, and since he assumes being dropped here is another Jaunt, he has no reason to expect anything to the contrary.]
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Are you the following-instructions type, then... or are you one to try and break the system?
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I guess I tend to follow the rules. They're usually there for a reason.
[He thinks, then, about the last time he deviated from what was expected of him, how he let himself get talked into leading a group of teenagers no more experienced than himself in an investigation of the bizarre murders in Inaba, how his uncle warned him not to get mixed up in any trouble and how he didn't listen, how his cousin died because he wasn't smart or fast or good enough to save her, and it sends a wave of heavy guilt twisting into his stomach like cold coils of wire. He swallows hard and does his best to repress the shudder threatening to crawl up his spine.]
People can get hurt if you ignore the rules.
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Well... unfortunately for you, I think they like it when people get hurt around here.
"They" being the audience, of course. And, if you want to follow Atroma's rules, you must keep the audience happy. Whoever has the highest ratings at the end wins, after all...
So. Keep all of that in mind, if you want to follow the straight-and-narrow while tackling this particular quest.
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I think I can stand to not win, if that's the case.
[A memory flashes to the front of his brain: his hand pressed to a bound, pigtailed girl's stomach; he cackles with malicious delight and she screams as electricity shoots from his fingers into her abdomen. Souji shakes his head, an attempt to sweep the memory aside.]
Thank you for telling me.
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You're welcome.