acatalepsy_rpg

Now now, no need to worry. I'm sure your sister's safe and sound from all the weirdos around here.

And I assure you, I'm not out to collect any entry fee from you. I'm simply engaging with the community.

she better be safe dude or ima have words with astrochick.

yeah aight yo, i guess i believe you. not like you can do much, right. why this question tho?

Trust me, if the time comes when we may need to have a word with Astoria, I'll be right behind you.

Why not this question? My life's work was predicated on the answer to it for quite some time, after all.

Like I said, I just wanted to get to know each other.

yeah but what about, you know, just sayin hi my name is josh yo whaddup hows everyone

not 'tell me ur deepest secrets' like some sorta villain dude.

It doesn't have to be one's deepest secret.

People are always going on about what matters to them, and what they like better than this or that, but I wonder how many of them actually stop and think about what matters most?

Well, I suppose you don't.

pft course i don't yo!

[ yup. ]

most peeps prolly don't bro. what matters most aint something you can think bout really, aint it?

it like, gotta be felt with alla you, not just yer brain. so you can think and be like yeah in the end that matters most but then if shit comes down to it, what really get yer fire goin might be something else! so what the fuck goods thinkin bout it gonna do?

True self-reflection-- examining yourself with a critical eye, and thinking about it honestly, can help you find that answer to what truly matters without the situation forcing an answer. It can save you a lot of pain along the road, when you've truly thought about it, and know the answer. If you haven't, you may accidentally lead yourself along the wrong path because you're simply trusting your gut.

The human heart can be quite a fickle mistress. Don't you think there may have been a time where your feelings led you astray, even though you were following what you thought was right?

[a h e m]

[ holy ... that's a lot of big words.

just going to block some of those out with his finger. ]

okay yo you kinda lost me there but i think i get what you mean and yeah aight i regret some of the shit i did but i also dont

if i hadnt done what i did even if it prolly werent right, phones'd be fucked and we'd all be dead.

but i guess for whatchu mean then yeah, maybe gut aint the way to go all the time.

[ ugh that hurt to say ]

[sighs!! why does he even talk to beat!!!!]

Actually, if Neku had lost the game you rescued him in, I would've lost and Shibuya would've lived.

Of course, you'd both be dead and everyone in Shibuya would've been a Red Pin Zombie, but, you know. To each his own.

I'm sure it must have taken you a lot to admit that I was right, so I'll go easy on you for that one.

[ because josh has an impressively deep well of self loathing and likes his brain cells being systematically destroyed?? ]

yeah yo gonna have to give a big pass to that 'perfect future'. dunno what the hell shades was thinking making everyone all droney. that aint no way to live!

yeah yeah, listen i can admit when i'm wrong!

[ he just doesn't like to ]

hey why'd you get sick of shibuya in the first place?

[S I G H S!!]

He had an interesting idea. But I have to say, we're of the same mind in that regard. It's no way to live.

[It's easier to say he agrees with that, and also to roundaboutly make fun of Megumi, than it is to actually deal with addressing Beat's actual question. The first message is sent easily, but the second one that comes next takes a moment, as it's given him pause.]

I'm sure you wouldn't understand if I told you. Don't concern yourself with it.

[ wow josh agreeing with him almost takes his mind off the fact he asked a question ]

try me dude, i wanna know since, ya know, ida been erased along with everyone else if you had gone through with it

[uuuuggggh. Would it be too much to hope he could continue saying no and Beat would let it go?

Yeah it probably was.]

I'll make it simple enough so even you can understand.

I got tired of dealing with all the selfish and self-centered desires of people. I got tired of people who mindlessly follow the latest fashion trends and social fads to fill the void in their empty lives. Shibuya brought out the worst in people like that.

[He says as much, but... he's not sure if he still feels that way. He'd seen Shibuya from the ground during his week with Neku, and as much as he still wants to believe that falsehood... some part of him knows that not everyone's like that. Why else would he have bothered to restore Neku and his friends?]

[ wow that was not what beat was expecting at all. he was honestly expecting some megalomaniac power trip.

this was actually... human. ]

dude not sayin i agree with yer idea that it needed to be wiped out but uh... i can get where yer coming from? it prolly gets real tirin hearin all the same shit day in and day out.

you ever get vacations or somethin? so you dont go crazy and try to erase everything?

You spent so long trying to get my job and you still don't know anything about it? What a state our education is in!

[...That's a joke. He makes jokes!]

The Composer's job is to shape the UG, run the game and administer the Reapers through the Conductor. It's too important of a job to simply take a vacation from. If I did, it means people like your friend Shiki can't come back to life at the end of the week.

[he should think the issue of not-going-crazy-wanting-to-erase-everything was kind of... obvious.]

sorry yo werent enough time to sign up for composer school!

yeah dude but like... even ceo's skip off work sometimes and let their minions do all the work! you did for three weeks! dint you think to maybe do that before everythin started to eat away at you?

where you at?

What?

I'm outside the kitchen.

[Hanging out in one of the trees nearby, to be more precise. He'd be more cagey about it, but it wasn't like it wouldn't be extremely hard to find him. This place was pretty minuscule.]

Business CEOs are usually just stingy old men who care about living comfortably and doing what they want. Their business is certainly not going to fall apart just because they skip lunch one day.

[Besides, he became Composer because it'd been what he wanted. At the time, at least.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2018-11-12 20:58 (UTC)

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.

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