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5; backdated to near the beginning of the dream plot because I suck, actionspam.
[Joshua is a light sleeper and a wary one, but with his power limitations on the Barge, even he has to be unguarded sometimes. Of course it comes when he sleeps and dreams.
Make your choice, dreamwalker! Whichever one you want.
Option 1: Joshua is younger here. By now, in reality, his face has lost its puppy fat, becoming rather fine-boned: he's that much more of a baby here, face round and soft, eyes still heavy-lidded and cool blue. Maybe twelve. Eleven. It's hard to tell. He's dressed in a neat school uniform with a bag slung over his shoulder. He is standing on a street corner, but not watching the cross walk.
Rather, his attention is on two people who are in fact in the center of the street about a block away from him. Their mouths move frantically, and cars pass right through them - just like they do the immense, neon-colored elephant with tattoo-limbs menacing both people. It alternates between stomps that send tremors wobbling out from its massive form, sending its victims staggering, and lashing out with its trunk. The people are fighting a losing battle against this thing, even though fire flares up on the elephant, darts strafe the field of battle - none of the other people passing by apparently noticing the altercation. Only Joshua's eyes remain glued to the scene.
The light for his cross-walk changes. At near the same time, one of the people fighting the elephant takes one last hit and dissolves in a flare of light. People start moving across the street. Joshua stumbles, pushed with them, not really moving on his own. He's still staring at where the fight - was. The other person is gone now too, with just a few second of leeway to stand in disbelief. Just a dazzle of light and then nothing. Joshua is sluggish enough that some people have pushed by him now, looking annoyed. He shakes his head, turns away, blinking almost in a daze. Expression fixed, smooth and with his eyes hard. He moves on.
Option 2: Joshua stands between a spiky-haired kid (Neku) and a scruffy-looking, tall older guy (Sho). The three of them are having a very rapid exchange:
Sho: Hahhh... You're zetta persistent...
Joshua: Aww, what's wrong? Weren't you going to erase us at the speed of light? (He looks as poised as ever, smirking away as if Sho is as threatening as a dust bunny and about as noticeable.)
Sho: Heh heh heh...
Neku: ?
Sho: Haaa ha ha ha haaa! 3.14159265358979323846264338337950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111!
Neku: What the hell?
Sho: The world's made up of numbers! I've been reverse-engineering my desired solution all along! And here it is!
Joshua: Look out! That psych's a Lv.i Flare! (It's the first time most have probably seen him look anything like alarmed - his stance changes into a defensive crouch, he even steps back towards Neku, allowing for more space between him and Sho.)
Minamimoto: I am victorious! (He throws his chest and arms out in the stereotypical villain's maniacal victory pose, cackling as he does.)
Neku: Nowhere to run!
Joshua: ...... (Joshua pushes Neku away - out of the path of the attack Sho is preparing.)
Joshua: But Neku... I thought you couldn't afford to lose. Give up on
yourself, and you give up on the world.
(He has enough time to glance back towards Neku and smile - something a little unusual, a scrubbed-up impeccable flash of brightness. Mocking and encouraging. And then he disappears in a flash of blinding white light.)
Option 3: The scene now is somewhere indoors, from the looks of it: a bare, spartan room, fitted only with a single chair apparently carved from stone. A throne from the looks of it, though its severity reflects the rest of the room. In front of this throne stands a white, glowing figure, tall and crackling with energy. The vague impressions of features are visible, but details are hard to make out. It wears no clothing but no details are revealed. Its voice is deeper than Joshua's (frankly, it sounds legal), and in fact, the boy himself is nowhere in evidence...
Before him stands another man (Megumi), his expression awed and pleading.
Megumi: End... Shibuya? But Composer...Sir! Why!?
Figure: I've decided to wash my hands of it. It has no future value to me or anyone else. So, I'm shutting it down.
Megumi: Wait, Sir! Shibuya is still full of so many possibilities!
Figure: Yes, and people too dull and clouded to see them. Shibuya's influence is too strong. I have to end it now... before the other grounds are poisoned and all is lost.
Megumi: Then...the problem is the people? If they changed to something more suitable, You'd stay Your hand?
Figure: Yes, but that's clearly beyond them.
Megumi: Sir...give me a chance to prove You wrong. I swear I'll remake Shibuya in a way that will please You.
(The pause drags long... but -)
Figure: ...... A Game, then.
Megumi: THE Game?
Figure: That's right. The rules will be simple. If you manage to fix Shibuya, you win. Shibuya stays.
Megumi: ...And if I can't fix it?
Figure: Then you lose, Megumi. You and Shibuya will be erased.
Option 4: Much lower key than the other scenes: simply the city itself. The view from under a simple awning, outside a small café. The windows aren't lit. A drizzle comes down outside, diverted by the same awning, but everything seems to be alive with an inner lambency. The quality of light is the same as light pouring down in curtains between clouds, touching the sea; light slicking between the mountain peaks, light become visible, illuminating everything it touches gently and without glare. The air smells clean.
Joshua is sitting at a small outdoor table, sipping at a latte warmed within a white ceramic mug. He's in a chair, but turned so the back faces the café windows, his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed. There's a subtle difference to him: his face is more relaxed, his gaze alert without being tense. His relaxation is in contrast to his usual poise, which is wound up, tightened like a spring: alone, watching a quiet Shibuya.]
Make your choice, dreamwalker! Whichever one you want.
Option 1: Joshua is younger here. By now, in reality, his face has lost its puppy fat, becoming rather fine-boned: he's that much more of a baby here, face round and soft, eyes still heavy-lidded and cool blue. Maybe twelve. Eleven. It's hard to tell. He's dressed in a neat school uniform with a bag slung over his shoulder. He is standing on a street corner, but not watching the cross walk.
Rather, his attention is on two people who are in fact in the center of the street about a block away from him. Their mouths move frantically, and cars pass right through them - just like they do the immense, neon-colored elephant with tattoo-limbs menacing both people. It alternates between stomps that send tremors wobbling out from its massive form, sending its victims staggering, and lashing out with its trunk. The people are fighting a losing battle against this thing, even though fire flares up on the elephant, darts strafe the field of battle - none of the other people passing by apparently noticing the altercation. Only Joshua's eyes remain glued to the scene.
The light for his cross-walk changes. At near the same time, one of the people fighting the elephant takes one last hit and dissolves in a flare of light. People start moving across the street. Joshua stumbles, pushed with them, not really moving on his own. He's still staring at where the fight - was. The other person is gone now too, with just a few second of leeway to stand in disbelief. Just a dazzle of light and then nothing. Joshua is sluggish enough that some people have pushed by him now, looking annoyed. He shakes his head, turns away, blinking almost in a daze. Expression fixed, smooth and with his eyes hard. He moves on.
Option 2: Joshua stands between a spiky-haired kid (Neku) and a scruffy-looking, tall older guy (Sho). The three of them are having a very rapid exchange:
Sho: Hahhh... You're zetta persistent...
Joshua: Aww, what's wrong? Weren't you going to erase us at the speed of light? (He looks as poised as ever, smirking away as if Sho is as threatening as a dust bunny and about as noticeable.)
Sho: Heh heh heh...
Neku: ?
Sho: Haaa ha ha ha haaa! 3.14159265358979323846264338337950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111!
Neku: What the hell?
Sho: The world's made up of numbers! I've been reverse-engineering my desired solution all along! And here it is!
Joshua: Look out! That psych's a Lv.i Flare! (It's the first time most have probably seen him look anything like alarmed - his stance changes into a defensive crouch, he even steps back towards Neku, allowing for more space between him and Sho.)
Minamimoto: I am victorious! (He throws his chest and arms out in the stereotypical villain's maniacal victory pose, cackling as he does.)
Neku: Nowhere to run!
Joshua: ...... (Joshua pushes Neku away - out of the path of the attack Sho is preparing.)
Joshua: But Neku... I thought you couldn't afford to lose. Give up on
yourself, and you give up on the world.
(He has enough time to glance back towards Neku and smile - something a little unusual, a scrubbed-up impeccable flash of brightness. Mocking and encouraging. And then he disappears in a flash of blinding white light.)
Option 3: The scene now is somewhere indoors, from the looks of it: a bare, spartan room, fitted only with a single chair apparently carved from stone. A throne from the looks of it, though its severity reflects the rest of the room. In front of this throne stands a white, glowing figure, tall and crackling with energy. The vague impressions of features are visible, but details are hard to make out. It wears no clothing but no details are revealed. Its voice is deeper than Joshua's (frankly, it sounds legal), and in fact, the boy himself is nowhere in evidence...
Before him stands another man (Megumi), his expression awed and pleading.
Megumi: End... Shibuya? But Composer...Sir! Why!?
Figure: I've decided to wash my hands of it. It has no future value to me or anyone else. So, I'm shutting it down.
Megumi: Wait, Sir! Shibuya is still full of so many possibilities!
Figure: Yes, and people too dull and clouded to see them. Shibuya's influence is too strong. I have to end it now... before the other grounds are poisoned and all is lost.
Megumi: Then...the problem is the people? If they changed to something more suitable, You'd stay Your hand?
Figure: Yes, but that's clearly beyond them.
Megumi: Sir...give me a chance to prove You wrong. I swear I'll remake Shibuya in a way that will please You.
(The pause drags long... but -)
Figure: ...... A Game, then.
Megumi: THE Game?
Figure: That's right. The rules will be simple. If you manage to fix Shibuya, you win. Shibuya stays.
Megumi: ...And if I can't fix it?
Figure: Then you lose, Megumi. You and Shibuya will be erased.
Option 4: Much lower key than the other scenes: simply the city itself. The view from under a simple awning, outside a small café. The windows aren't lit. A drizzle comes down outside, diverted by the same awning, but everything seems to be alive with an inner lambency. The quality of light is the same as light pouring down in curtains between clouds, touching the sea; light slicking between the mountain peaks, light become visible, illuminating everything it touches gently and without glare. The air smells clean.
Joshua is sitting at a small outdoor table, sipping at a latte warmed within a white ceramic mug. He's in a chair, but turned so the back faces the café windows, his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed. There's a subtle difference to him: his face is more relaxed, his gaze alert without being tense. His relaxation is in contrast to his usual poise, which is wound up, tightened like a spring: alone, watching a quiet Shibuya.]
OOP HERE I AM
The boy, he dimly recognizes from the Barge, just enough that he knows who to go to; he catches up to him in the crosswalk, edging between him and a muttering old man who shoves past his arm. This, too, he takes in stride, although the city is more crowded than he'd like. When they're across the street, he turns to look at Joshua. "Why an elephant?" he asks, a small smile on his face.
/opens arms ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ
The link to the elephant doesn't work btw :(
"What is it? And why? I'm awfully curious, to be honest." He glances back at the intersection, raising a brow. "Was it supposed to win?"
twewy wiki why do you fail me - it's Mammoth R & B on this list x_x
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"Don't you think it's crazy?"
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"And... it's certainly very strange, yes," he adds thoughtfully. "But I've seen a number of very strange things before. I'd like to think I have something of an open mind."
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"... My friend told me they're playing a Game," he admits, lips twisting a bit, frowning. "He says it's dangerous though. People disappear."