Futaba Sakura (
all_seeing_eye) wrote in
thefarshore2017-12-25 12:34 pm
Text - Heaven's BBS
Posted: September 27th
From: Yog-Sothoth
So... this banquet thing. Is it mandatory? Because I honestly can't think of anything I'd rather do less than put on uncomfortable clothes and be in a big crowd of people I don't know all night. Anybody want to have an anti-banquet where we sit around and watch sentai shows or giant robot anime or play video games instead? Can that be a thing?
From: Yog-Sothoth
So... this banquet thing. Is it mandatory? Because I honestly can't think of anything I'd rather do less than put on uncomfortable clothes and be in a big crowd of people I don't know all night. Anybody want to have an anti-banquet where we sit around and watch sentai shows or giant robot anime or play video games instead? Can that be a thing?

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Really. [Like he can tell this is going to be largely to her advantage already.] What kinds of things would you be trying to figure out?
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It sort of makes him wonder if it's something he could simply be missing, or overlooking.]
... Probably. [Sounds reasonable enough.] What kind of deal did you have in mind?
[He can guess, given their earlier chat, but if she's got something else up her sleeve, he'd like to hear it too.]
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[She pats the control panel.]
And, y'know, a good place to park this guy.
[At least she gets right to the point.]
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For as undeniably rational as the idea of partnering up if only for the sake of not spending his time inside red 24/7 is, Keith's never been particularly receptive to simply pairing up with others on a whim, and still sounds pretty reluctant.]
I'll let you know now, I don't really like the idea of working with someone I don't know very well. [It's not a 'no', however, and being too stubborn in the face of his own situation feels. Foolish. Besides, he did still show up even after she made that initial offer, he can't pretend like it isn't a little appealing.]
Do you have any kind of combat experience? Or intend to do any fighting now that you're here?
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[Easy, right? Futaba smiles, nodding to herself.]
Umm... sort of. I'm more of a support type. Here, let me show you what I mean.
Persona!
[As she calls out the word, a UFO suddenly manifests just outside Red. Futaba herself transforms into her Phantom Thief outfit, disappearing from inside the lion and ostensibly into the UFO, considering the source of her voice a moment later.]
This is my Persona, Necronomicon. I can provide all sorts of combat analysis from in here, and even make my allies faster and stronger. Pretty cool, right?
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Nice ride. [To put it lightly. It'd be hard not to pick up on the impressed tone in his voice, at least.] You can just summon that thing whenever you want?
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[There is no small amount of pride in her voice as she answers.]
It's a little complicated, but I'm bonded to it. It's part of my soul, so it's always with me. And from inside the control room, there's nothing I can't see.
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I bet it's useful for recon-type work. Can't say I'm used to having that kind of back-up.
[It's... probably something someone with his propensity for recklessness could benefit from.]
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[Hey, at least she’s confident.]
This thing can basically perform low level hacks of reality, so it comes in handy in tight spots. Ever get taken by surprise and surrounded? Surprise! Now you’re the one with the advantage. All it takes is a little folding of space time. Easy peasy!
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Think I could get a demonstration?
[That should be easy enough, right?]
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[And completely without warning, numerous portals in the otherwise empty void they're floating in open up. Countless mechanical tentacles with eyes on the ends emerge, shooting toward the red lion at high speeds.]
Aaaaaaaaaaand... switch!
[Shooting toward the red lion, that is, until they're not. Quick as a flash, Keith is now situated directly across from the tentacles in the perfect position to mount a counteroffensive or at least effectively defend himself.]
...Don't actually shoot them, though. Those things take a while to repair, even for me.
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As quick as he is to get ready for a fight, he's just as quick to put the brakes on his plans when Futaba tells him to hold off. He is, however, poised about 0.01 second away from actually going in for some damage, though.]
That was... [Impressive, but also,] Jarring.
[Surely much more handy when you expect it, probably.]
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[Futaba isn’t the type to do things halfway.]
So, seen enough?
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Yeah, I think so. [The whole exchange has been pretty telling of both her abilities and personality, and, well, it's already a lot more he's been able to get beforehand from his previous gods.]
Got anything you want me to demonstrate? It sounded like you may have gotten a pretty good read on the red lion earlier, but... [Seeing something in action is better than just knowing about it, surely.]
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[He definitely looks the part, at least. That's good enough for her.]
If we've got a deal, what do you say we move this to the center of the temple? It's a little hard to do the naming thing floating in a formless void. I can get you right back to Red when we're done, though, don't worry.
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Yeah. [He's sold, more or less.] Are you just gonna warp us to somewhere else in the temple, then?
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Yup. You ready?
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Whenever you are.
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[She doesn't have to say it out loud, but she also kinda does. Either way, they're now sitting in what looks like a teenage girl's messy bedroom. Probably because that's exactly what it is. It's a bit anticlimactic after the swirling nexuses and the yawning void and everything, but a girl has to sleep somewhere.]
All right, naming time!
[Clearing her throat, she starts the prayer.]
You, who have nowhere to go and cannot pass on, I'll give you a place to stay.
My name is Futaba. Lingering here gripping thine true name...
I make thou mine servant with thine alias... thy name is follower, thy vessel is sound... obey mine order and become my shinki.
[Opening her eyes, she extends a finger and traces the kanji 刀 in midair.]
Come, Touki!
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Let's go.
[He's been through the naming process before, so he knows what to expect out of this. The kanji affixes itself to his left wrist, and in a flash after the name is given, Futaba will be treated to a vision of Keith fighting against someone who looks... decidedly non-human. Much too tall, too bat-eared, too purple, and with a massive, glowing prosthetic arm that is clearly made for combat rather than everyday functionality.
Keith, and the rest of his team, if the color-coordinated outfits are anything to guess by, appear to be in pretty tight straights until an unexpected shot comes from one of the incapacitated team members to catch the opponent off guard. Keith moves in to deal some blows, but ends up being grabbed by that huge cybernetic arm with enough force to crush him badly through his armor, before being roughly thrown off to the side. Another teammate steps in to immobilize their foe, and Keith summons up enough strength to get back up and shove him back, allowing a wall of solid light to shoot up and trap him in place...
But that's about all he can manage at that point, and the vision fades into darkness.
Lots of alien looking stuff, basically, and a fight scene that doesn't end so well for your new shinki, despite an assumed overall victory. Futaba's left with a device in her hand, not unlike what the team was fighting with.]
Green this time...? Huh.
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Huh...?
[She looks down at the odd device, turning it over in her hand.]
'This time?' Did you look like this for your last god too?
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Yeah, but his was blue. It'll probably change into something a little different, I'd imagine. [Ah, yeah, maybe letting her know how to actually use this weapon form is a good idea.] Try focusing on 'activating' it.
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[She was pretty sure shinki were supposed to be different things each time, but whatever.]
Okay, let's give it a try.
[Closing her eyes, she concentrates on the weapon for a moment and it transforms into a small green gun.]
Hey, cool! I wonder what it does.
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I can't say just yet... [Maybe knowing more about the last form will give them both a hint?] Before, it was a sniper-type rifle. The bullets were more like... ice-projectiles. They'd freeze the target on impact, so it might be something like that.
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