Memory Corrupt General Log

[ourlittlehelpers]

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Corrupt Event
When: Friday, June 1st to Tuesday, June 5th
Warnings: Please put any and all warnings in subject headers.

[It's strange. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about today. Not only might you feel different but your families, your friends, practically everything is different.

Can you remember a moment more peculiar than this? Actually...

What do you remember?]

Comments

[condescent]

Then it seems we may have similar goals in mind.

[He flutters his lashes.] My, you think I'm pretty and innocent? Careful, I may start to get the wrong idea here.

[And then he proceeds to give the knife at his throat the driest of looks.] You know, I just can't imagine why I'd do such a thing. I guess I must be just as crazy as you are.

[psychedout]

What the hell do you mean, 'similar goals'? You don't know anything about mine.

[Please. Neku just rolls his eyes.]

I'm sick of hearing your crap. And that's all it is. Twisted words, pretty little lies.

[That knife starts to press inward - not enough to hit anything fatal, but there's a strong chance it'll at least draw blood.]

[graffitis]

[ This, of course, is the precise moment Hanekoma chooses to step in.

He hadn't been following Joshua, specifically, but he might've been keeping tabs in a general sense -- trying not to let either kid stray too far from his notice for too long, because he liked to have a vague idea of what they were getting into, if only for this first day. He has to make up for missing senses; it feels unnatural to be left in the dark.

So he's nearby, and soon nearby enough that he can hear raised voices. The moment he sees drawn weapons, he's over there in an instant -- coming up the street from out of nowhere, moving faster than the mellow-barista act would suggest. ]

Hey! Let's cool it down, kids.

[condescent]

Wow, you are really pushing this whole me and pretty thing, aren't you?

[And Hanekoma's sudden arrival nets him nothing more than an amused glance; Joshua doesn't even act like he notices the blood slowly trickling down his throat.]

And here comes the cavalry. I'm afraid you're too late, though. He's already made the first move and broken the first rule of being a Reaper by attacking someone in the RG - the only fitting punishment to a crime on that level is Erasure.

[And with that, he finally pulls the trigger...

...and winks when it clicks onto an empty chamber.]

Just kidding.

[psychedout]

I'm not pushing jack, you just happen to be taking it that way.

[He's about to say something else, when Hanekoma breaks it up. It's good timing on his part; Neku might very well have taken it further, otherwise.

Still, he steps back, just a little.]

...what the hell was that all about?

[graffitis]

Then I'll deal with him--

[ He twitches at the click, faltering for just a moment, clearly not certain what he'd expected. But this Joshua is still a Joshua, evidently, and that's nearly reassuring; he strides the rest of the way over, willing to physically pry the two apart if they don't back down further.

He doesn't like getting hands-on, but the situation is heading from unprecedented and worrying to impending disaster. ]

We gonna play nice, now?

[condescent]

[And Joshua simply laughs, bright and unguarded, just a fifteen year old boy pulling off what he thinks was a hilarious prank.]

Oh come on, it was funny. As if I'd actually shoot a friend of mine, even if he's making an ass out of himself right now. Besides, killing you here wouldn't exactly accomplish anything when you'd just come back in a day or so.

[He twirls the gun idly in his hand, no longer pointing it at Neku.] You both need to lighten up a little. Life's fun - not that the Game doesn't have its own appeal, but why be so eager to recreate it when none of us are dead here to begin with?