I usually barter in favors or information. I understand you can't tell me everything, but I'm open to suggestions. [He's leaning on the handlebars of the motorcycle next to him. It's definitely one of those kinds of games.]
Then again, I'm not sure what I can really give you when you're the overseer or whatever.
Yeah, there's probably not much you've got on offer that I don't know, information-wise-- and you have to do favors for me to get shit, anyway.
[he leans back, arms folded, while he considers.]
Last time I made a bet on one of these... loser had to do anything the winner wanted. You know you can't use that to get anything restricted for free, but outside of information...? I bet you have ideas.
Do I look like a man who lacks ideas? [One could say this is actually sort of flirty, but it's also a real question. It's a question and a challenge and a statement all at once as he turns his eyes back toward the game screen.]
[He's sitting up a little taller because damn right he's not clueless. But at the same time he's hunching over almost immediately to prepare for the game.]
Pretty sure that's my line to you. [And they're off!]
[they're off, and it seems like chuuya's experience with a real bike helps make up for how long it's been since he played one of these. he stays focused on the game, cursing whenever he makes a mistake and letting out the occasional exclamation as he passes others-- he gets really into it, honestly? he seems more his age, like this.
and eventually, he squeaks out a win, pumping a fist in the air.]
[IN HIS DEFENSE!! A.) Junpei doesn't have a car or a motorcycle, B.) he's out of practice and C.) seeing Chuuya actually be, like, a normal-ass person is so distracting an endearing he flat-out runs off of the course at least twice before rolling in probably around fourth place. He sighs almost dramatically, leaning over the handlebars to look back at Chuuya again.]
Only one of us can hear you, you know. [They're NPCs and yet Junpei sounds amused even if defeated.] Don't suppose you'll do two out of three, will you?
[No. He made his bed by bringing this up and now he has to lie in it.]
[See that was totally fine when he thought he would win? How was he supposed to know this wouldn't work in his favor? Chuuya's suddenly in his space and there's a grunt of annoyance when he's jabbed, but as Chuuya's fingers wind into the fabric of his t-shirt he's...kind of having a hard time not thinking the boldness is attractive.
So. He blinks for a moment and keeps his gaze steady even with the small smirk playing on his lips.]
Is that a threat or a promise? [He should maybe not say things, but sometimes you push people to see how far they'll go. It's all in a day's work being a detective.]
Good. [It's murmured with Chuuya this close to his face, but when he lets go Junpei leans back and rolls his shoulders a little. He's apparently good with that.]
You hungry? It's probably about lunch time anyway.
We'll see if we can find anything decent. Normally I wouldn't bother eating somewhere like this, but... something to be said for nostalgia, right?
[along the way, though, there's... something strange laying around? it's a pair of earmuffs, it looks like, and chuuya's grin fades once he catches sight of them.]
The hell is this...
[he reaches out to pick them up-- and that's a mistake, because that's when the barrier pops up.]
[and not long after that, there's the memory-- Chuuya's in what appears to be an old warehouse or storage facility, and while there's a glimpse of someone else present (a bandaged teen boy in a black coat), Chuuya looks up to a taller man; Randou, his memory supplies. He feels somewhat weary, beaten, already injured to some degree, but he still holds his ground as Dazai speaks from somewhere beside him.
"I see... it's all for your partner? Betraying the mafia, starting rumours of the former boss's revival, even this fight... though it's a little hard to believe."
"You wouldn't understand, you wily bastard," Chuuya growls, not bothering to look at him. "We can abandon everything for our comrades. That's a respectable thing to bet your life on-- there's nothing wrong with that kind of motive."
There's a shift in the air as he concentrates his ability in his hands, pulling them from his pockets; the air around him trembles with the force of gravity poured into them.
"Hey. Want me to tell you why I fight without using my hands?" As he steps forward, small rocks also tremble, floating into the air. "I've never lost a fight. I've never thought of any situation as terrible... because I'm not human. My personality's what you called a safety device. The frame around a mass of energy. Do you understand what that feels like?"
The next step he takes is onto empty space, using the dust in the air to grab on and act as a foothold, stepping up and up onto seemingly nothing.
"That's why I wouldn't use them. If I don't, then someday I'll lose. When I'm not enjoying the fight, when I'm fighting to defend myself and save my own life... if I did that, I thought I might feel some attachment to my own humanity."
...and as he launches an attack, preparing to punch the man before him, that's where the memory ends, leaving Chuuya in the present and looking-- a little stunned. That's not something he ever wanted to share or for anyone else to see, what the fuck, what the fuck-
[One moment, you're thinking about a burger. You're thinking about a greasy-ass, melty warm burger and the next minute you're suddenly looking at someone who's definitely the man standing next to you and yet not. The barrier's up and closing around them as the earmuffs crumble in Chuuya's hand, leaving Junpei to yell in surprise as he tries to bail and fails at doing so. As Junpei finds himself stopping and watching this pan out, he immediately picks up on the tension and the anger and the ferocious nature radiating from Chuuya himself.
What he says, of course, startles him but the memory plays on. The gravity manipulation is something else and he can almost feel his own weight and tie to the earth giving away as he's immersed in this vision.
When it's over, of course, Chuuya looks away while Junpei outright stares. That was...what the fuck was that?]
-look, there's a lot I haven't said about my ability, can we not just leave it at that?
[but it's quiet, like he knows that it's not really an option after junpei's seen something like that, heard what he said about himself, so he just shakes his head and shoves at the barrier, which holds steady.]
I mean we could, but that's apparently not an option. [He lightly punches the barrier. This isn't the first time this has happened today, probably, what the fuck are timelines, but...he's always hoping for another answer.]
...to tell you the truth I never put that much thought into it. I kinda just figured it was a thing that happens in other universes. [" I've never thought of any situation as terrible... because I'm not human." That's...terrifying, but how do you ask...]
Your control's actually really impressive. [Let's go the other way with this then.]
I mean, I guess? [He argues for the sake of arguing, but the barrier won't take his sass for much longer because without warning Chuuya finds himself immersed in something a little fucked up. And even though he's very clearly dead at some point, somehow, his memory picks up a young woman's words. "You're horrible, Junpei."]
[Oh. Haha. So that happens and the barrier breaks, leaving Junpei to reach out and feel the open space again before slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket.]
Spacetime Human Internal Fluctuating Transfer. Or, easier, SHIFTing. It...lets us jump timelines, leaving behind other versions of ourselves and trading places. Our consciousness stays the same and we keep all of our memories, but we just jump to another history.
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You're down to risk it, huh...? Sure. What kind of bet are you thinking about?
[he settles on a motorcycle, but doesn't yet confirm, glancing over to junpei.]
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Then again, I'm not sure what I can really give you when you're the overseer or whatever.
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[he leans back, arms folded, while he considers.]
Last time I made a bet on one of these... loser had to do anything the winner wanted. You know you can't use that to get anything restricted for free, but outside of information...? I bet you have ideas.
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Fine. Winner take all. One race to win.
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[chuuya will give him that much-- but he's also just going to go ahead and push the button to start, readying himself.]
Ready to lose?
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Pretty sure that's my line to you. [And they're off!]
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and eventually, he squeaks out a win, pumping a fist in the air.]
Yes-- eat my dust, assholes-!
[they're npcs and junpei, chuuya PLEASE]
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Only one of us can hear you, you know. [They're NPCs and yet Junpei sounds amused even if defeated.] Don't suppose you'll do two out of three, will you?
[No. He made his bed by bringing this up and now he has to lie in it.]
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[chuuya points at him aggressively, fingertip jabbing his chest, his grin still triumphant.
-and in the next moment his fingers curl into the front of junpei's shirt.]
We're going back to my place when we're done here.
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So. He blinks for a moment and keeps his gaze steady even with the small smirk playing on his lips.]
Is that a threat or a promise? [He should maybe not say things, but sometimes you push people to see how far they'll go. It's all in a day's work being a detective.]
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It's both.
[...but just as abruptly, he lets junpei go and steps back, that cocky grin still firmly in place as he rests a hand on his hip.]
Come on, let's have a look at the rest of this place-- smells like there's food somewhere in here.
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You hungry? It's probably about lunch time anyway.
1/2 for ease
[along the way, though, there's... something strange laying around? it's a pair of earmuffs, it looks like, and chuuya's grin fades once he catches sight of them.]
The hell is this...
[he reaches out to pick them up-- and that's a mistake, because that's when the barrier pops up.]
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"I see... it's all for your partner? Betraying the mafia, starting rumours of the former boss's revival, even this fight... though it's a little hard to believe."
"You wouldn't understand, you wily bastard," Chuuya growls, not bothering to look at him. "We can abandon everything for our comrades. That's a respectable thing to bet your life on-- there's nothing wrong with that kind of motive."
There's a shift in the air as he concentrates his ability in his hands, pulling them from his pockets; the air around him trembles with the force of gravity poured into them.
"Hey. Want me to tell you why I fight without using my hands?" As he steps forward, small rocks also tremble, floating into the air. "I've never lost a fight. I've never thought of any situation as terrible... because I'm not human. My personality's what you called a safety device. The frame around a mass of energy. Do you understand what that feels like?"
The next step he takes is onto empty space, using the dust in the air to grab on and act as a foothold, stepping up and up onto seemingly nothing.
"That's why I wouldn't use them. If I don't, then someday I'll lose. When I'm not enjoying the fight, when I'm fighting to defend myself and save my own life... if I did that, I thought I might feel some attachment to my own humanity."
...and as he launches an attack, preparing to punch the man before him, that's where the memory ends, leaving Chuuya in the present and looking-- a little stunned. That's not something he ever wanted to share or for anyone else to see, what the fuck, what the fuck-
he quickly turns away.]
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What he says, of course, startles him but the memory plays on. The gravity manipulation is something else and he can almost feel his own weight and tie to the earth giving away as he's immersed in this vision.
When it's over, of course, Chuuya looks away while Junpei outright stares. That was...what the fuck was that?]
...what the fuck? [MAY AS WELL VOICE THAT.]
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[but it's quiet, like he knows that it's not really an option after junpei's seen something like that, heard what he said about himself, so he just shakes his head and shoves at the barrier, which holds steady.]
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...to tell you the truth I never put that much thought into it. I kinda just figured it was a thing that happens in other universes. [" I've never thought of any situation as terrible... because I'm not human." That's...terrifying, but how do you ask...]
Your control's actually really impressive. [Let's go the other way with this then.]
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[not that he dislikes the compliment, he's still just... thrown, to be outed like that, arms folded over his chest.
hit me with that memory and they can just both be like 'ah fuck' it's fine they're fine? they're. fine.]
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[that's the FIRST thing out of his mouth as he whirls on junpei, the memory and barrier breaking and leaving them free to move.]
What kind of harebrained fucking plan--
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Relax. It worked the way it was supposed to work. [He's blasé about it now, but there was definitely a moment where he wondered if it was all worth it. Sometimes you just die a lot and deal.]
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[thank god he has this to interrogate junpei about, he'd be suffering if it were just him who had a memory exposed.]
Wait, that's what you meant about- having died before.
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That's what I meant. And that wasn't the only time. [...] Carlos never told you what we are, did he?
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