acatalepsy_rpg

[ Beat doesn't even answer the next text, already on the move. Considering he's a teenager and eats like a ravenous beast, he already knows where the kitchen's at and it doesn't take him long at all to get there.

Takes him a moment to find Josh though, as he's not expecting to have to look up. In fact, enjoy watching Beat pass below the tree more than once as he wanders around, scratching his head and looking confused.

Only to turn and finally catch Josh in the tree, strangling a surprised noise out of Beat that sounds like a cross between what and heck. ]

Dude! The hell you doin' up there, yo?!

[Well. He could've actually called out and directed Beat to where he was sitting, but instead it's way more fun to watch him go back and forth, while Joshua continues taptapping on his fun little new watch-device. It's when he finally hears that dumb sound of surprise that he knows Beat finally realized where he was, and he looks up-- er, down, at him.]

Do you see anywhere else to sit without someone else bothering you? [The Circle ain't exactly a well-furnished place, even though it has vastly less people than Shibuya.

But, at least Joshua has the courtesy to slide his legs over, and hop down onto the ground.]

What do you want? I'm not here to actually teach you Composer school.

Well shoot, there goes my plans to overthrow you, again.

[ He grins and plops down on the ground underneath the tree. Unlike Josh, Beat has no qualms about sitting on cold dirt, and he crosses his legs so he can lean against the bark behind him. ]

Wanted to keep talkin' but not over text. Peeps can peek an' all, figured you di'nt want yer secrets bein' spilled in case someone got nosy an' looked over my shoulder.

[ Focusing his attention on the grass, Beat casually begins plucking it to shred it or try to weave the pieces into other things. He has no concept of relaxing, not anymore, it's weird. ]

Aight so, I di'nt read yer last message comin' over, what'd you say? Why couldntchu take vacations an' let Shades handle shit?

Hm...

[Well. He didn't actually anticipate Beat that considerate about not spreading his secrets all over their little microcosm of the internet, but at the same time, this just means Beat's going to keep bugging him for said secrets.

Great! He hates it.]

Would you trust him to run things after what he did in my absence? [He let out a sigh, crossing both his arms over his chest. It was a joke, mostly.]

The Composer isn't just a job, you realize. It's a role-- it shapes who you are as much as you shape the UG. You can't take a vacation from being who you are. [U n fortunately.]

Besides, even if I did take a vacation, there's not much I would be able to do anyway. That's why I hid my identity when I went to the RG and played the Reaper's Game.

[ Yeah that 'joke' is going to make Beat snort so hard it's surprising he doesn't have bull dna somewhere in him. He's surprisingly quiet as he listens to Josh talk, almost looking like he's ignoring the Composer while he weaves pieces of grass together, though the frown says otherwise.

Finally he looks up, confusion written on his face. ]

Wait, yo, whatchu mean it shapes you too? Is that why yer so pissy? Cause Shibuya's loud and pissy?

[ Honestly, he's trying to understand. Trust your partners, which means you need to listen and uh, while they're not exactly partners they are two of the three only Shibuya gang here. ]

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No. My stunning personality came before I became the Composer. [Probably??? He was probably a lot less smug back then, maybe. He chuckles about the comment, nevertheless.]

It may be a bit too esoteric for you to truly understand. But needless to say, this form isn't really what I look like. Normally my powers make me imperceptible to most beings on the UG, so all my business goes through the Conductor. Even if I wanted to take a vacation, there wouldn't be much I can do without violating the rules of the higher plane.

Plus, there's not much fun to have when you're borderline omnipotent anyway.

[ The word esoteric goes in one ear and out the other so fast it doesn't even stop to register. Imperceptible too. You're losing him, Josh, Beats gaze a little blank as he tries to catch up with the big words being tossed out at him. ]

Yo yo yo, whoa dude, hold up an' slow down a little. Or at least pick less big words. Okay so...

[ Give him a moment to digest and replay in his mind. ]

This aint how you normally look an' if you skipped work you'd get [ higher plane?? ] the gods mad? [ That's the highest plane Beat can think of. ] Also they make pills fer the last bit there dude, you can have plenty of fun??

[ NOT IMPOTENT BEAT. ]

[For a moment Josh just. Stares. There's so much to unpack about how wrong Beat is with those statements, but we're just gonna throw out the entire suitcase.]

You really are hopeless... [Please?? Kill him??? He let out a heavy, beleaguered sigh, that was partially him just playing it up, and also, partially just completely genuine.]

Omnipotent. It means unlimited and all-knowing, like accounts of the Judeo-Christian god. [Why was he using those words to explain. Beat wouldn't know what that means. He shook his head.]

...It's not important. While that's a gross watering down of the situation, yes. Doing things outside of my job would get the certain godlike beings upset with me. Plus, Shibuya was a particularly important domain out of all the Underground districts.

Yo at least I'm tryin'! [ Scowls aggressively and rips to shreds his little woven grass whatever it was. Yeah, Josh almost loses him to the Judeo-Christian thing and thank god that's not important cause he'd never remember it.

Relaxing again, Beat hm's like he's thinking and wouldn't that be a laugh. But he is, brows furrowed down tightly as those gears go to work. That burning you smell is dust. ]

So... what kept you from goin' nuts until now? Or was it jus' a camel straw back thing?

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[ Ding! ]

Wait! Yer all knowin'!?

Borderline. I was certainly no infallible deity, but I could observe beyond the bounds of linear time to predict the outcome of most actions and events. To put it in layman's terms... I could see the future, in a way.

[He frowned, and shrugged his shoulders.]

Well, I could. I'm not now; not since I stuck myself in this form at the beginning of my game with Megumi.

[ Oh thank God. Beat relaxes like a bubble popped, slumping back against the tree after that nervous heart attack. ]

Only the future, yo? You couldn't see what peeps was doin' at random times?

[ Cause he really doesn't want to talk to anyone whose all-knowing, because the shame would be enough to kill him. ]

Oh yeah was gonna ask, if this aint really how you look, why you lookin' like this? Shouldntchu be how you really look? Games over, bro.

Who knows? Maybe I'm just lying to you just to give you some peace of mind. You've seen how many thought you can read with the Player Pin, after all. That sort of thing is easy pickin's for me at my full power~

[It's impossible to tell the extent of how much Josh is pulling Beat's leg right now. Let's not dwell on it.]

Believe me, I'd love to know the answer to that as much as you. One moment I'm making sure Shibuya is back in place, the next I'm here, in this form again. I suspect it has to do with that witch that took all my powers away.

Bro you better not have been in my head!!

[ God, that stress is something Beat doesn't need and he tries to ignore it, pulling up handfuls of grass and throwing them at Josh. All they do is float gamely back down to the ground, most not even reaching their intended target. ]

Hey, don't call ladies names, it's rude. [ Yeah, to the witch comment. ] She really seemed she needed help, though why she took our stuff away, I dunno. You'd think you'd be more helpful as you was than... as you is. ... What can you do now?

[Joshua simply let out a chuckle at Beat's continued insistence, and the very rude assault with the handle of grass. He idly kicks at some of the blades as they fell, but they're pretty much already on the ground.]

Exactly. If she really needed my help, she wouldn't have dumbed me down to this form. I don't even have all the powers I had during the Game. [He was going to spare Beat the pedantics, and not point out that he meant 'witch' as in, actual factual magic lady.

He reaches into one of his pockets and retrieves his old, orange cellphone. Unfortunately much more useless than he had during the Game, but it was still good to fiddle with.]

As it stands, all I can do is some telekinesis. [To point, he tossed the flip phone up into the air, spreading his fingers open and 'catching' the phone in the air above his palm, surrounding the device in a light blue aura as it remained suspended.]

A pitiable pittance, compared to what I could do. So as far as I'm concerned, this is all just a power trip for her.

[ This makes Beat sit up and focus more, watching as Josh floats his phone above his hand. Well, it's something and look at Beat, not mocking the fact that Josh can't toss cars and vending machines around like he used to be able to. God that fight was a pain.

Instead he stands and brushes himself off, thoughtful. ]

Maybe it don' work proper cuz we ain't in Shibuya but here? She might not of tried to break it. Can you float anythin' bigger? Not that I wanna be on that end of yer powers again but that aint really gonna help you much. Oh! Unless we get you some knives to float and throw! Can you throw shit still?

[ Look at him, offering to be your target, Josh, how absolutely sweet of him. He moves back a few paces and spreads his arms with a grin in an obvious 'come on, hit me' way. ]

[It was admittedly a... sensible idea, that the reason he was so depowered here was because his powers were connected to Shibuya, and not because the witch had taken them away. But what in the world was he supposed to be if he wasn't Composer? Living through the hell of being a human teenager again?]

Not really. I tried to lift the bed in my room, but no dice. [Which SHOULD'VE been easy-pickin's for him!! Come on!!

Still-- if Beat was just going to stand around and be a target for him, Joshua was more than willing to oblige him. The orange phone still in "hand," he shifted his gesture to swirl it around himself a few times, picking up speed before he stretched his hand outwards and flung it right towards Beat's head. At least it wasn't terminal velocity.]

I suppose I could gather up a few knives to keep for myself. I hope the kitchen staff won't mind.

[ Really, Beat should have seen it coming. The fact that he didn't is testimony that he's an idiot. So the phone suddenly whizzing right at his head has him yelling and flailing in a bad attempt to block the incoming projectile. He doesn't think to duck, maybe.

He fails.

It clocks him pretty decently right in the forehead, congratulations on your superb aim, Joshua. Yelping dramatically, because that hurt, Beat claps his hands over the spot and sits himself right on down on the grass. ]

Dude!!! Shit!! No knives! I take it back!!

[ Yeah his eyes are watering a bit, that hurts, he's hearing stars. Seeing birds. ]

[At least this time Joshua didn't let out an insidious chuckle, but more of a genuine, annoying laugh. At the expense of Beat's pain.]

That's for the punch from last time.

[He shrugged his shoulders, walking over to retrieve his phone from where it had landed on the ground.

And he was still totally going to consider the knives thing.]

So, how 'bout you? Any exciting skateboard powers, or are we truly on a plane other than the UG?

Ugh... I said I was sorry, yo!!

[ Rubbing over the growing egg on his forehead, Beat watches Josh pick his phone up, half expecting him to chuck it at him again, but thankfully he doesn't seem to be thinking that.

The question makes him frown and he shrugs his shoulders, dropping his hands to stop poking at the bruise. ]

Honestly? Ain't sure. No skateboards 'round to check it out an' I ain't able to do anythin' cool like create fire. [ Might have tried. ] If I got somethin', I ain't sure how to trigger it.

Actions speak louder than words~ [Bold words for someone who never shut up, and would probably contradict that exact sentiment at a later date.

But regardless, Joshua indeed keep the phone in hand and did not attempt to throw it again; instead he just flipped it open and closed a few times as he continued to speak.]

Perhaps it's for the better. We might have a serious case of deforestation if you were suddenly pyrokinetic. [He's not defining that word.] Still, that's not much insight. I guess we really are in an RG...

[ Beat can agree with that, really, that action spoke a million words. Ugh his head is going to hurt for hours now. Warily watching the phone open and close, Beat gets back to his feet, just in case he does have to dodge.

Deforestation? A pyrowhatnow. God, Beat isn't going to even try to figure that shit out. Too much head pain already. ]

So, what yo, that just means we aint dead, right?

That's my theory, anyway.

[Josh flips the phone open and closed a few times, before he finally closes it with a bit more finality, and tucks it back into his pocket with a sigh.]

It's impossible to say for sure, but everyone here seems to be alive. This could be some different plane in the afterlife, run by this Astoria woman-- [See, he didn't say witch that time--], but there doesn't seem to be any of the general rules in place here. It's most likely we're just in an alternate world, but alive and well.

[Of course if he knew Beat really had a power and that other people did too his theory would be different, but he's working with what he's got.]

[ It's strange but in some part of Beat's brain, Beat really had been hoping this had been some sort of Game by Joshua again, because it meant at the end he'd get out and get to see his sister again. Hang out with Neku and Shiki, go about his life.

But it's just now actually really sinking in that Josh is just as much a pawn as he is, and they really did just get kidnapped from their home and plunked down in some new world to be some Warriors of Light or whatever. Joshua had no say in the matter, it was all up to AstroGirl and she didn't seem to be talking much.

It's actually rather disheartening. ]

... You think we ever gonna be able to go home?

Hm?

[Beat's not a hard person to read-- and the way his tone seems to change to a bit more... serious does catch Joshua's attention a bit more than before. Back home?]

...Who knows. Travel between ours and other parallel universes is doable, but it's difficult, even for me. In a world of infinite probability, there's always a chance we can get back to our own Shibuya, but the likelihood of it happening... without even knowing where or what this is, it's impossible to say.

[He's not even sure if he has the same attachment to 'home' as Beat did. Sure, he'd softened on Shibuya, been glad to see the group of friends reunite in the RG, but... well, as with most things in Joshua's life, it was bittersweet. He'd like his seat on Shibuya's throne back, of course, but...]

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