(open) can't hold on or life won't change

[forethinking]

Who: ren-chan & you!
What: as per usual, a bunch of prompts in the comments!
Where: literally everywhere
When: through the month of ooc october.
Content Warnings: for now, nothing. will be warned in the top level!

Comments

encrypted text; 'from' number is 01100100

[abeautifulgame]

What is this?

[look, he knows this is some fresh hell from your world, Ren. he saw it in one of Ann's memories. sort of. it wasn't so -- something, but]

[forethinking]

Who is this?

[abeautifulgame]

[oh, right]

[and all at once, that string of binary corrects itself on Ren's screen to 'D.B.' another message follows, if that wasn't enough]

Damien.

This is from your world, isn't it?

[forethinking]

Ah. Hey.

It is and it isn't.

[abeautifulgame]

What is it normally?

[again, he gets that it's been bastardized with something else, but he never really did ask Ann about Mementos, before, so]

[forethinking]

The Collective Unconscious. The general population's Palace.

We call it Mementos.

[abeautifulgame]

[the general populace sees the world as a creepy subway station? that's both bizarre and, oddly, understandable all at the same time, though he's not sure he could explain his reasoning behind the latter]

I see.

How do we get out?

[forethinking]

(See.)

There used to be an entrance and exit on the first floor. All exits as I've seen have been blocked.

I don't think we can.

[abeautifulgame]

Wonderful.

The only way out is through, maybe?

[forethinking]

I don't recommend descending too much.

[abeautifulgame]

Why? What's waiting?

[how far have you been down, Ren?]

[forethinking]

The distortion gets worse.

(Almost all the way down.)

[abeautifulgame]

...

I'm not sure I want to see worse.

[this is already very fucking disturbing, okay?]

[forethinking]

So don't go down further.

(SIMPLE SOLUTION.......)

[abeautifulgame]

So we established.

[don't sass him, my boy. just -- don't, okay?]

[forethinking]

(Thought his boy was Akechi.)

We should be there soon. Hang on.

[abeautifulgame]

[the point still stands!]

I'll be waiting.

[forethinking]

(Give it a few hours.)

Holding up ok?

[simulatio]

This is Akechi. I took your contact information from Ren's phone.

[Just to head off that question.]

Do you have tools with which to defend yourself?

[abeautifulgame]

I have my phone, and something I want to try.

[he's going to try blowing an artery like he would a junction box, here in a seconds, just to see if it'll work. he'll get back to him, with the results]

Otherwise, no.

[place could have at least given him a fucking gun]

[forethinking]

Which floor are you?

[abeautifulgame]

[how the fuck should he know? ... how many sets of escalators has he been down, at this point?]

The second or third.

[simulatio]

[Well, fuck. Fine. He runs through several solutions, doesn't like any of them, but the fact remains that he owes Damien for patching up his shoulder, for keeping his secret. He'll be magnanimous.]

I'm not a man who forgets my debts. I'll lend you a weapon.

[abeautifulgame]

I'd appreciate it.

[because if his idea doesn't work, he's going to need something. he might need something, even if it does, depending]

[forethinking]

(Ren, who was about to offer his own, NOT EVEN FOR A DEBT but much more because he has other ways to defend himself... Doesn't. Go ahead, Akechi.)

I'm coming your way.