[ at the start of the week, miki walks through town with her chickenpig akira to find... akira. the real human akira. but where will he be? she isn't sure. but she has all the time to look for him. ]
[because he's hanging out in the party section of the store, wearing a triangular party hat and blowing on a party noisemaker. in fact! that is how he greets her]
Well... I dunno. After what happened to Junko, and how many people were killed, it made me realize something. I stole him on a whim and now I'm responsible. And if I'm erased, what becomes of him?
[ she huffs and adjusts her arms a little, the chickenpig flapping its wings up slightly as she shifts him in her arms. ]
You don't have to say yes, I'm sure I could wrangle another person into it, but I thought I make the offer to you first.
[Akira's fingers still behind pig Akira's ears, and his expression falls slack. what she's asking isn't an unreasonable request, but it highlights all of the shitty things that have happened since they got here. things Akira had been trying to shove aside to the best of his ability, so he could keep going]
But I'm a pretty horrible chickenpig mother! [ she cackles, finishing his trail off. ] You better make sure he gets fed, played with and gets the best education a chickenpig can get.
Make sure it has a sports program. He's going to be a runner.
[ the chickglet (yes that's what she calls it) snorts in her arms and wiggles again, and this time she puts it down on the ground to relax. it flaps its winged arms and sits between the two towering people, docile now. ]
Yeah, but it doesn't comfort me that their souls are just lingering around. It could be helpful, but... I feel bad for them I guess. Even the worst of them.
It's only a comfort for me, because it means they're within reach. That the souls of the Erased were being honest when they said there was a way to save them.
[it's comforting-- but also kind of sad-- to know they're still. . . there]
Well, I guess I've been thinking - why did the Composer choose us? Out of all the billions of people in the world, of all the worlds apparently, why just a small handful? Some of us aren't human, there's a small child, and... I dunno.
[ she crosses her arms and furrows her brow, knowing this isn't a very optimistic view of things. ]
I feel like we're being toyed with by some unmerciful God.
[his own mouth twitches into a grin of his own, amused and a bit wry]
Ain't that the truth. But-- no. I don't think that's it. Not that Max would tell me what they're trying to prove, but I guess it sort of hints that there's a lot more going on here than we think.
[ she shuffles her feet, not sure how to accept that. miki doesn't trust easily and max has given her no reason to take his word on anything. plus he didn't give her back her pinky :/ ]
I think if the Composer wanted to make a point, they could have picked a better way to do it than all of this. Every week we need to vote to kill someone and we lose someone we know too. What point can be made by all of it - it isn't justice.
It isn't justice. And it isn't like we can say our hands are clean when we vote to kill someone each week.
[ha. . .]
. . . the Composer really could have done this another way. Any other way, that didn't involve us killing each other. But even then, they still chose this method.
There's significance in that. . . isn't there? Not to say that this whole thing isn't bullshit-- because it is.
But why does this game exist in this form? Why does it exist at all? I think. . . that's a question to which we need an answer.
[ she taps her foot and leans against the shelving of party supplies, humming. ]
When you kill someone, you take the responsibility of life into your hands. It's a responsibility no one but God should have. That's why it's one of the greatest sins - to have the ego to decide who lives and who dies.
I don't know what the goal of this game is, but I think they chose the "killing" method to make us look at ourselves. To see if we're willing to go through with playing God in order to get what we want most.
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[because he's hanging out in the party section of the store, wearing a triangular party hat and blowing on a party noisemaker. in fact! that is how he greets her]
[like so]
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[ the noisemaker catches her off-guard and poor chickenpig akira squeals and flinches in miki's arms, instinctively trying to run. ]
Christ man. Someone better be having a birthday.
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Who knows? Maybe it's chickenpig Akira's birthday. Ah, sorry about that.
[and he casts the poor creature an apologetic look]
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[ she just stole it ok she didn't like ask for its biographical data or anything :/ ]
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[since poor chickenpig Akira seems distressed :(]
. . . what does he eat, by the way?
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[ not like the akira she knew. she pets it slow and it starts calming slowly, but still looks anxiously at its name buddy. ]
I got these like pellets from Shibu-Q for him, and he just... sort of pecks at them. Super weird. Was just feeding him chicken nuggets up until then.
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So he's an omnivore?
[good pig nametwin. can Akira reach out to soothingly scratch his ears?]
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[ akira, the chickenpig, remains still as its ears are scratched, staring warily but not making any movement to stay away. ]
Actually, there's a reason I wanted to see you, and it involves this little guy.
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[he's partially joking, but her next statement causes him to tilt his head curiously]
Hm? What is it?
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[ she huffs and adjusts her arms a little, the chickenpig flapping its wings up slightly as she shifts him in her arms. ]
You don't have to say yes, I'm sure I could wrangle another person into it, but I thought I make the offer to you first.
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[Akira's fingers still behind pig Akira's ears, and his expression falls slack. what she's asking isn't an unreasonable request, but it highlights all of the shitty things that have happened since they got here. things Akira had been trying to shove aside to the best of his ability, so he could keep going]
Of course I'll say yes.
[but naturally? he doesn't refuse her]
But only one one condition.
[ah. deals. Akira's favorite thing]
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[ a hasty assumption but a sensitive one for her. ]
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What? No, of course not. I like his name.
[chickenpig Akira will be Akira forever]
I was going to make you promise me that you'd do your best not to get erased.
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I mean, sure. I have to now right? I got someone counting on me.
[ she pets the chickenpig because she means him, not you, other-akira ]
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Yeah. Exactly. Not that I wouldn't be a great chickenpig father, but. . .
[he trails off, smiling teasingly]
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[didn't even imply it!! but his teasing, humorous demeanor fades]
But I promise, if worse comes to worse, I'll enroll him in the best chickenpig school in the district.
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[ the chickglet (yes that's what she calls it) snorts in her arms and wiggles again, and this time she puts it down on the ground to relax. it flaps its winged arms and sits between the two towering people, docile now. ]
...Are you sure? I really don't want to impose.
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I'm sure. Don't consider it an imposition at all.
Who would willingly abandon Shibuya's next uprising chickenpig track star, anyway?
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[ she gently nudges the little akira with the sole of her shoe, receiving a low grunt and no other movement. ]
I hope neither of us get erased though. It looks emptier each week and it's hard to not feel worried.
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[although truthfully? this Akira's worry is less for himself and more for other people.]
If the souls of the people who were erased are still lingering, I wish we at least had a better way to contact them.
[a more reliable way than Reaper Creeper]
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[ mainly, dahlia, but even junko too. ]
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[it's comforting-- but also kind of sad-- to know they're still. . . there]
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You're not sure how much we all deserve saving? What's that mean?
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[ she crosses her arms and furrows her brow, knowing this isn't a very optimistic view of things. ]
I feel like we're being toyed with by some unmerciful God.
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Pawns in a game for someone else's greater entertainment, right? I sort of thought that, too. Still do, actually.
But. . . I don't know if that's all this is.
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I wouldn't go that far. I just ask Max a lot of questions, that's all.
He told me once that the Composer built this game to prove something, actually.
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Ain't that the truth. But-- no. I don't think that's it. Not that Max would tell me what they're trying to prove, but I guess it sort of hints that there's a lot more going on here than we think.
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[ain't even gonna deny it]
But he's also the Player Adviser. He can't lie to us, only give vague, nonsensical and probably only marginally helpful answers.
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[ she shuffles her feet, not sure how to accept that. miki doesn't trust easily and max has given her no reason to take his word on anything. plus he didn't give her back her pinky :/ ]
I think if the Composer wanted to make a point, they could have picked a better way to do it than all of this. Every week we need to vote to kill someone and we lose someone we know too. What point can be made by all of it - it isn't justice.
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It isn't justice. And it isn't like we can say our hands are clean when we vote to kill someone each week.
[ha. . .]
. . . the Composer really could have done this another way. Any other way, that didn't involve us killing each other. But even then, they still chose this method.
There's significance in that. . . isn't there? Not to say that this whole thing isn't bullshit-- because it is.
But why does this game exist in this form? Why does it exist at all? I think. . . that's a question to which we need an answer.
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When you kill someone, you take the responsibility of life into your hands. It's a responsibility no one but God should have. That's why it's one of the greatest sins - to have the ego to decide who lives and who dies.
I don't know what the goal of this game is, but I think they chose the "killing" method to make us look at ourselves. To see if we're willing to go through with playing God in order to get what we want most.
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[he frowns, gaze flicking up to stare at the ceiling thoughtfully]
I don't. What would the Composer prove by showing that some people are capable of playing God? That's already a certified fact in the real world.
[homicides occur all the time back where he lives, after all. . .]
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Got me there.
[she's right. murder ain't simple]
I think the Composer is trying to prove we're above this. All of this. Murder, paranoia, distrust, catching reapers, executing them the next day. . .
[a small shrug]
Because what else could a game like this prove, other than how dark and dirty humanity really is at its core?
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If that's really the case, then the composer is wrong. Humans aren't above any of it.
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[ain't even gonna disagree. Akira isn't really the type who likes to think the best in humanity. not after what he expereicned. but even so?]
But it only takes one person to inspire a crowd. At least, that's what I believe.