neverplaysfair | Game 060 [Voice]

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Game 060 [Voice]

[ The first sound when the journal turns on is a rather disgruntled huff as a flash of rainbow feathers catches the camera. ]

Well, I'm back. I don't think I even want to know how long it's been. There's dust everywhere.

[ The disdainful voice sounds a good deal like Joshua, and the feathers and face both look like Joshua... but there's something off about it. The voice is higher than usual and there's a bit more volume and length to the hair.

Regardless, the speaker continues on like usual. ]

Is asking for a bowl of ramen a pointless endeavor? My captors weren't exactly generous and the store seems to be completely out of any form of instant noodles. Honestly, treating a lady like that...

[ Wait, lady? Why, in fact! Joshua does appear to be a good deal more feminine than even he usually is... ]

All that aside, there seems to be a lovely new addition to my journal. Tell me, do I need an antenna to make it work? Perhaps there's a remote lying around to change the channel? I can't imagine it's supposed to be showing static.

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[And now comes the part that is legitimately uncomfortable talking about. Mostly because it involves the draft, but she'll try her best to avoid talking about that if she can.]

...you remember my little spirit "friend" from before, right? Something... happened a little while ago, and I need to talk to it. But you're the only person I know who can actually do that.

About what?

[ Don't mind him probing here... ]

[Just... gonna look away and try to look tough. Which is totally working, right?]

About something that happened on the last draft. It... kinda sorta possessed me again while I was out there. But I don't remember anything about what happened while it was in control, so...

[ Totally. ]

Wouldn't you think that if it wanted to talk to you, it could?

[ Not that he's saying no. ]

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...well. If it doesn't want to talk to me, if can just ignore you. But there's no way to know that without trying. I already know I can't get it to answer if I try anything, but it did answer you the last time, didn't it?

[Who knows, maybe it likes him or something.]

[ Well he is very likeable. ]

And what favor do I get in return?

[ So very likeable. ]

...depends on what you're asking.

[At the very least, maybe whatever it is will be more tolerable while he's still a girl.]

No, no. You bid first. Maybe you'll be lucky and I won't even make a counter-offer.

...fine. Okay, how about I finish dusting your house for you?

[That's totally a fair trade, right? Right...?]

Wearing what?

[Flatly:] My magical uniform that can't and won't be taken off, thank you very much.

Maid uniform.

[ Let the bartering begin. ]

...school uniform.

[This may be cheating, seeing as it's her most common outfit when out and about as Kari. But he doesn't have to know that.]

Ooh. A good try, but far too common for someone living in Shibuya to be of any real interest.

Still asking for a maid uniform.

...what kind of maid we talking here? Because there's no way in hell I'm doing an Izumi Sawatari cosplay for you.

[Kari your otaku is showing.]

... A clothed maid? I can't say I recognize the name.

...seriously? Come on, I even tried to reference one from your era! Your Japan must be so boring...

[And as she talks, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone, fiddling with it for a second before holding it up with a picture on the screen of a scantily-clad maid character. Why does she have this picture saved on her phone? Probably better not to ask.]

[...notably, the character kind of looks like her.]

If you're gonna make me dress up, it should at least be something tasteful, like the uniforms in Tangerine Panic! I mean, you hardly need to worry about variety since I'm sure there's still a good surplus built up from when Haruhi was here...

[She might be taking this too seriously.]

[ Ah, now he recognizes it. He never knew the character's name.

... ]

Is this the sort of thing you're into?

[ Because when Kari actually both knows the name and has a picture ready to go, one has got to wonder. ]

Uhm. Yeah? I'm not going to whip out a reference from something I don't even like!

[Not an ounce of shame in this one.]

[ /jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ]

Is that so? You're welcome to demand I dress up as well, you know. Or maybe my body is already too developed for your tastes...

[ A giggle, and Joshua places fingertips to his collarbone, as if to (poorly) hide his breasts. ]

[...there's something really gross about Pretty-boy talking about his body like that. Even if he is a girl right now.]

What's that supposed to-- wait, are you serious?

[Think of the blackmail material.]

We're bartering, hee hee. Counter-offers are only limited by your imagination.

[Heh.]

[Heheheheheheh.]

[If she has to be miserable to get some answers, then clearly she has to return the favor! Without another word, she's back at her phone, puzzling over some of the folders. Alas, if only there was reception here! She'll have to make do with what she already had downloaded. Which is still a lot to choose from.]

[When she scrolls over a certain character though, she suddenly has to stifle a small laugh -- oh, this one will be good -- before holding up her phone.]

Okay, then. Dress up like this and I'll wear a your maid outfit.

[ Oh hey, isn't that--

But Joshua suddenly freezes, eyes wide as he goes completely stiff, studying the picture. He recognizes it, recognizes her, but she isn't dead, she can't be a Reaper-- ]

Let me see that.

[ He's too surprised at seeing Coco with reaper wings to even realize that he's seeing this picture on Kari's phone of all places. ]

...uh. Sure?

[She hands over the phone, not sure what to think of the sudden change in tone. The character on the phone is definitely wearing the same clothes, and the wings are uncanny, but the face might look a bit different. Though more so because the character is clearly a drawing and not a real person.]

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