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Undermining the Scientific Method with Murder [Mirai Nikki/Raildex Multi-SI]

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...Haven't even read them yet, just so glad to see this update.
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Yeah, sorry about that. It wasn't dead, and we were discussing it often over Skype, we've just been various levels of busy and lazy and thus haven't gotten around to finishing up everyone's second chapter. Hopefully the third won't also involve a half-year break :D
 
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Daze - Seventh - 02
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    • AN: I would like to inform you that this was written months ago by past me at one AM in the morning. Not a good combination in the least. I've gotten better at writing I swear!

    Daze 2: Fire in the hole
    District 15, 19/4/20, 12:10 PM.

    I looked at the time on my iPhone.

    12:10.

    Twenty minutes left until I piss someone off. Hell, it might even be earlier! It all depends on when I thought the message.

    But that's not important.

    What is important, is that I spent that time doing nothing.

    No food, no planning, and no nothing.

    Well, I did get some water. Who would have thought that the Academy City public water fountains are electronic and cold? Maybe that's just me though...

    My stomach gnawed at me like a prisoner trying to escape it's cell. Occasionally sending burst of pain through me.

    Shit. When was the last time I had food? Twelve hours?

    I'm fucked.

    *beep beep*

    Yes! That damn thing hadn't rang since the warning!

    [quote:Diary 19/4/20 12:27 PM] You fucking idiot [/quote]
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    I was so tempted to yell that's not helpful at all right then and there, but I kept it in. There's no use exploding in the middle of public. Anybody with common sense knows that. Doesn't stop me from doing it mentally however.

    YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!

    That, was the start of my mental rant as I began to walk in a random direction. Honestly, why can't future me ever say anything good? The only time he does is when he's not thinking to me directly! Actually, why am I thinking to myself in the first place?! Because you're insane? Shut up! I'm perfectly-

    I stumble back as the sound of splashing water reaches my ears. I quickly take a step back as water falls from the sky onto where I last stood.

    A sharp pain assaulted me. Dammit stomach...

    I quickly look at the splash and see a girl sitting in a water fountain. She looked to be around my age, but this was Academy City. You can never tell a person's age by looking. Especially if that person was wearing one of those girls uniforms you see in anime all the time. This world did use to be an anime world.

    I shivered despite the heat. I had a feeling that the moment I thought that this world had anime physics I would make some huge mistake.

    "Sorry!" I apologized quickly. She just looked at me in what appeared to be shock. It was only then that I realised her hair was deep red. Come to think of it, her eyes too.

    Bullshit. That can't be fucking natural.

    A series of Japanese words escaped from her lips. I couldn't understand a bit of it and had no idea what to do.

    Phone? Help?

    ....No response.

    The time was to 12:30 was clicking closer though. I better-

    Before I knew it. My head was forcibly turned to the side by a slap from miss Redhead. A stinging pain lingered in my cheeks as my neck popped.

    Haha. Yeah- no.

    Nobody fucking hits me.

    Giving into my rage. I swing my fist at her face. The feeling of it connecting making me almost simile.

    That's what you get bit-

    A small splash interrupts me. I slowly turn my head to the sound, everything going silent. The sound of a small smartphone reaching the surface of the water is the only sound for several moments. On the phone was a screen showing the time.

    12:27.
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    Oh shit.
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    OH SHIT!!

    "Sorry!" I yell at the top of my lungs. The girl was silent, shoulders shaking. I barely had any time to react as a small fireball was thrown at me.

    The cracking sound of my back was probably one of the only good things. The damn thing had been bugging me for a while.

    Focus! Now is not the time! Crazy bitch is throwing fireballs.

    You know that thing that made you keep all your thoughts to yourself? Yeah, well, that's gone.

    "HOLY SHIT YOUR CRAZY!" I yelled as I began to break out into a run. Ignoring the pain in my stomach.

    Apparently everyone had the same idea too, if the fact that the mob of people behind me began to run away didn't tip anyone off. Didn't stop the girl, as she was also running behind me and hurling those fireballs of hers.

    Crap, my legs are going wobbly...

    Ugh, shit! I can't run much longer! The sound of something exploding behind me and screams tell me that this whole situation might have gotten out of control.

    No shit Sherlock. It went of control when fireballs came into play.

    I quickly stumble into an alleyway and sit down on the floor.

    *beep beep*

    What now?

    [quote:Diary 19/4/20 12:32 PM] Hide. Don't get involved.[/quote]

    I blink at the message. What did I mean by...

    "Help! Someone help!"

    "It hurts! It hurts!"

    "Get me out of here!"

    "I don't want to die!"

    ...I couldn't understand the screams but I got the general message.

    Save me.

    I peaked out from the alleyway and froze in horror. The screams were coming from a burning building. The fire slowly spreading to others. I could see people going in and coming out with burnt figures.

    Oh god. Why?

    Tears threatened to come to my eyes. Suddenly, I spotted the figure who caused this. She also looked horrified and was running away.

    I was tempted. I was so tempted to go grab her and throw her into that fire, but I know I can't do it. I'm too weak to do anything. What these people need is a hero.

    And I'm no hero.

    I helped caused this tragedy in the first place. So slowly, I climb to my feet, and walk away.

    Guilty conscience and all.
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    District 15, 19/4/20, 4:10 PM

    Four hours. That's how long I had been walking. Heh, guess I can't anymore. My legs have given up on me. Now all I could do is lay here. I couldn't even go to sleep either. The pain of my hollow stomach keeping me awake.

    "Hey! Are you alright?"

    The hell does it look like?

    "Hell no..." I groan through my teeth.

    "Um, english? Uh..."

    I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. A girl with short black hair and a flower headband stood over me.

    "Hurt?" She asked, accent clearly coming through the english.

    "Food." I reply.

    She forms an "oh" with her mouth and sticks out her hand. I take it and slowly lift myself to my knees, only to fall back down again.

    "Um, help?"

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    District 15, 19/4/20, 4:45 PM

    I ate my meal silently as the atmosphere around us grew awkward. We were at a cafe somewhere in the district and the meal I was currently eating was just some plain white rice with soy sauce.

    Wow. You know, usually rice served in places like these is terrible but this is actually pretty good!

    Random thoughts aside. While it felt good to have food back in my stomach, the atmosphere it was served in felt cold.

    To her credit, the girl on the other side of the table kept her composure in this atmosphere. Well, except for the occasional fidget.

    "So... Thanks for the food?" I ask hesitantly, trying to make some conversation.

    "Welcome." Is the girl's reply. She finished her own food a short time ago. "Um, Why you on ground?"

    I try not to break out in laughter or groan at the terrible english. "Long story."

    She opens her mouth and lets out an audible "Ah." before the atmosphere becomes awkward again.

    So here I was, with a girl I barely even know, eating lunch together, and we can only speak to each other with bastardized versions of each others home language.

    Wait, no. That's just her. I don't even know Japanese.

    Well phone, got any ideas?

    …

    No. Nothing? What, just act natural?

    Guess it can't predict this.

    ...I guess the saying "Nobody can understand women" is appropriate.

    Before I know it, the food's gone and it's just the two of us.

    "You wanna go?" I say cautiously.

    I'm not paying.

    We slowly get up and walk out the door. The heat of the sun is still there but much milder than before.

    ...I wonder how that other girl is doing.

    Great, guilt.

    Okay, let's focus on the situation at hand. Now how should I get rid of the atmosphere?

    By walking away politely of course!

    "So, um, thanks for the food." I say softly.

    "No problem." The girl says through her accented japanese.
    Still hilarious.

    *beep beep*

    Oh now you answer?

    I quickly take out my phone in my pocket before checking the message.

    This better be good...

    [quote:Diary 19/4/20 4:45 PM]Get her number.[/quote]

    ...What am I, a harem protagonist? Why would I do that?

    Fine.

    "So, can I have your number?" I say, waving my phone in front of her. "I'm a bit new around here. So in case I get lost."

    The again part goes unsaid.

    There's a moment of silence before chaos ensues as we try to figure out each others numbers. She eventually just grabs my phone before typing it in herself.

    "Thanks!" I say, before beginning to walk away.

    I honestly have no idea what to use this number for but it must be important. Unless I misinterpreted what my phone was trying to say. Hopefully I didn't.

    ...Wait will I have to deal with machine translations?

    Stupid language barriers.

    Out of the corner of my eye I can see her waving back at me.

    Come to think of it, I never did get her name, nor did she get mine. Hm…

    I will call her flower girl!

    ...No, that's way too dumb. Even for me.

    And so, I once again began my walk with me and my thoughts.
     
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    • Nero - Twelfth - 02​
    La Oliva
    July 20th - 13:03​


    Options, options, options.

    The world is open to me, hell, the universe might be as well.

    Food is good too, even if the cut on my arm, and my Mab damned shoulder still hurt like a bitch under my new jacket. Playing hopscotch with moving cars… worth it.

    Pathing, Pathing on the wall... should I take a left at Jupiter or a right?

    Beep Beep

    New Route: I stood up, walking for the door as I dialed 717445-02 and waited for the third dial tone before saying…

    I flick through the directions with a half amazed smile, biting into another forkful of cheese cake.

    Huh, I wouldn't end up anywhere near Jupiter, closer to Neptune than anything if I'm reading this gravity slingshot equation right.

    …

    I could go to Pluto if I wanted to. Starting here, all I had to do was stand up, walk out the door, and follow the Path. No matter how this death game goes, no matter that I have a one in twelve chance of dying?

    That, the sheer possibility right there, makes it worth it. The chance at godhood isn't bad either.

    The waitress gives me a worried look as I start laughing, but I wave her away. The amount of money I've spent here is more than enough to have them ignore a few idiocracies.

    Nice solid tables, private booths with tinted glass windows, and polite staff that don't ask questions when you take a booth to yourself and pay in cash.

    Money ceased to be a problem this morning slash late last night, since I figured out how to get my Diary to cough up a few dozen thousand grand. Well, the local equivalent, it's Yen here of course, but I don't know the exact conversion for moon-money.

    ...I should really stop calling things 'moon' whatever. It's kinda mean, and will probably get my ass handed to me at some point.

    Anyway, getting money was fairly simple, park my ass in a Internet Cafe with an expensive travel agent open, and then aim the Path at the other side of the world. Private airlines are fast and expensive, and those credit cards my phone reeled off didn't seem to have a charge limit.

    So I just entered the information into somewhere other than the directed site for hiring a private jet and was my money woes taken care of for now. A dozen max load bank cards and as much as I could get out in various other methods have left me with more than I know what to do with.

    A new phone up to Academy standards was the first purchase, as a measure to keep my Diary at least somewhat protected from day to day risk. I'm, eh, still figuring out how to use it, since I jumped straight to the strange digital paper model.

    "Here's your meal Mr. Laplace, just call me over if you need anything else, okay sir?"

    I must have been lost in thought, didn't notice her there.

    "Thank you, I will."

    She smiles and bows before leaving me to my thoughts.

    Where was I? Oh, options.

    Now, where did I… A couple seconds of searching finds me my deck of tarot cards and I pull a stack of ten off the top. Not actually going to do a reading, I just need something to represent the 'Paths' available to me.

    First priority is learning Japanese. I can think of about three different viable ways off the top of my head, and a couple others beside.

    One, represented by the Fool, is just learning the language normally. Take advantage of their no-doubt efficient courses to speed it up. However, I suck at learning languages, there's a reason I dropped french back in secondary school. It's also going to take time, time one tends not to have when being chased down by eleven people out for one's blood.

    Secondly, far more fun, and with about ninety percent chance to end with me either dead or mind slaved, Misaki. One of the Level 5 Espers, with the ability 'Mental Out'. Said ability is basically mind control in its most powerful form and should easily be able to add the Japanese language to my gray matter.

    Could also end up with me and the Path under her control, which isn't really the happy ending I'm looking for.

    Tower can mark that one, since it is gonna end in ruin. I'm not a huge fan of having a glowing star in my eye either, which might be an actual side effect of her mind control powers, assuming the series wasn't just using it as a tool to inform the viewers.

    Third option, and technically the fourth and fifth as well, is getting access to Testament.

    Four of Cups to mark that little device, with the Nine and Two of Swords to represent the other ways.

    Testament is a… machine seems like a cheap term, but it is correct.

    To be more exact and dramatic, it is a neural interface that uses biophysical principles to 'install' information into a human brain. Mostly only effective on theoretical knowledge, it uses all five sense to interface with the target, allowing an insane rate of information transfer.

    And by insane, I mean 'Can teach a blank slate enough to function in society' in roughly a week, maybe less.

    Those were mind linked clones though, not sure if they count as baseline.

    Either way, it was made by one Shinobu something, a purple haired girl who eventually regretted her part in the City's dark side and tried, or will try, to make amends.

    She is a near perfect in, but I have no idea how to convince her to actually use the device on me. Four of Cups.

    My other two routes, one is a mad woman out for a miracle, the elusive Stripper Lady.

    I'm not making this shit up, this city has some damn weird rumors.

    Harumi Kyo something, a scientist who created a mental network that enables Espers to increase their level by listening to a sound file known as Level Upper.

    It also slowly burned out their neurons, condemning them to coma's while Harumi uses them as a massive meat-computer farm.

    Oh! And it lets her access all of their powers combined. I make a note to grab a copy to use as a bargaining tool, if I remember right it is easily downloadable from sites outside of the Cities reach.

    Yeah…. Maybe not agitate the crazy?

    Fuck it. She probably can't beat Pathing if I set it too 'the fuck away', so death isn't a reason to avoid her.

    The fact that she is probably focused on her own issues, and that I don't have anything to offer other than Pathing's powers is, however, a reason to avoid her.

    I stop for a second as I reach for another card, looking up at the waitress who has returned with the second course, then down at the tarot cards that she raises an eyebrow at, gesturing with the dish.

    Well, I feel kinda silly now.

    The cards are quickly gathered up and slipped into their pack.

    I don't need the things for this, but it was kinda fun.

    This gravy is more fun though, breakfast was hours ago.

    Right, Mental Out, actually learn it, or Testament.

    Those are my options, not counting looking for a translator than will probably get broken, or magic slash esper abilities.

    Testament has a chance of being able to give me some other skills too, so that seems to be the best plan.

    ...After I finish this deliciously expensive food. I nearly died a dozen times yesterday, I think i've earned it.

    -

    Crossing the bridge towards the 'Lab' district, I ping Pathing again. I'm not using it to get to said district because I don't feel like running.

    I'm going to Ninth

    …

    Take me to Marie White

    …

    Nothing.

    I've tried a few dozen ways of phrasing it, but the limits seem to be roughly knowing the area, or seeing it on a map.

    Names don't work, though building addresses do for the most part.

    Even 'high priced restaurant on the main street' worked, though I'm theorizing that is due to me being able to see the place from the main street, and probably half remembering it from yesterday morning.

    But then, Ninth in Academy City doesn't give me anything.

    Same for any tries using 'hospital' as a keyword, unless I was just trying to head to the hospital itself.

    The limits of this Diary of mine seem to be pretty abstract, and I don't get the feeling I will be able to find any other Holders with it, at least not that easily. It just defaults to its prediction of wherever I am currently going, which isn't the most useful when you consider how many times I tend to stop to windowshop.

    Being that she is likely in Anti-SKILL custody at the moment, I am going to leave her till I at least have the language skills to tell my side of the story.

    So, off to see the purpled haired scientist girl. Other plans are going to have to wait until I have Japanese under… my… belt.

    I came to a stop, staring at the gorgeous piece of engineering on display through the glass.

    "That, is a nice bike." Not quite the towering mech I played with yesterday, but I could hardly take that thing out on the street without abusing Pathing to drive it. At least for now. I have plans~!

    -

    After about fifteen minutes of admiring the motorcycle and trying to figure out enough Japanese to buy the thing, I gave up, resolving to come back later, and finished my trip to 'Nagatenjouki' Academy. Not even going to try and pronounce that name.

    Looking up at the gates from the pavement, I have to admit that it's a nice place.
    Got to be pretty competent as well, if it had a hand in creating Shinobu and possibly Accelerator.

    Never did get around to finding a translation for those extra materials for my Quest, they died before I needed them. The dice really hated them.

    I'm getting off topic again, it's time to invade a school!

    …

    That sounded far less impressive than I wanted it to. Sighing, I activated my Diary and started spamming Path's to inside each of the rooms I could see windows of, the roof, and pretty much every inch of the school that I could get a Path to lock onto.

    beep-beep beep-beep beep-beep

    I let my eyes unfocus a little, the text flickering back and forth as I take a peek at the various Paths available. Any exact one is going to be useless, since I can't really think of a place that equates 'Purple haired scientist agrees to install Moonspeak into your brain meats'.

    So I was going for the next best thing, spamming Path's for common variables that will work to let me move freely inside the school.

    Hmm~

    A lab coat is showing up in pretty much every Path that I have to talk with people in, my glasses too. Yay for stereotypes I guess.

    I make a mental note to look into laser eye surgery or contacts once I have the language skills, my crappy eyesight could be a hinderance in this death match.

    Nothing else is really standing out as common enough to be worth grabbing, though I take note of the fact that the third window on the left side, ground level, doesn't lock properly. There are a couple other bits, people with keycards and the like, but without actually seeing who 'blondie on the left' is, it isn't much help.

    A quick search yields a store in which I find a labcoat and a drink, after which I step outside and reluctantly slip my glasses on, wincing as my one of my bags shoulder straps catch on my arm. Hitting cars left bruises.

    Don't get me wrong, I love what my glasses do for me and the crystal clear sight of this futuristic metropolis is bloody stunning. It just depresses me how bad my eyes have gotten.

    After a minute of admiring the site of Academy City in all its glory, I push the depressing state of my eyes out of mind and run a hand through my hair. Confidence bubbles up through my mind, my gait lengthening as I laugh outloud. The mild apprehension and growing sense of loss for my old world are washed away near instantly.

    Confidence, a smile, and pretending to know what you're doing. That's all you really need in the end.

    I stride through the ornamental gates with an easy loping stride, glancing lazily around and nodding to the gate guard.

    Let's find us a purple haired scientist.

    Nagatenjouki Academy
    15:26
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    Finding Miss Shinobu was easier, and harder than I thought it would be.

    Getting access to the school was easy, occasionally pinging Path's and glancing at my rapidly changing future to ensure security wasn't about to show up and open fire on me.

    The difficult part was finding the purple haired girl. Almost an oxymoron that, she has bloody purple hair. However, I am in anime land, and the genetic variance of hair color seems to be just as diverse as the medium would have you believe.

    It was the third purple haired girl I spotted that turned out to be Shinobu, and I could only really tell because she was wearing a lab coat. An unhealthy amount of reliance on things that the anime probably only used to highlight key characters? Yes.
    Successful deduction? Also yes.

    Cute scientist found though, following the anime appearance rather than the manga so no crazy fish eyes.

    "Hello, Nunotaba-san, is it?" I offer a hand to shake, smiling easily.

    "...Yes." She shakes my hand, giving me an odd look as I mentally sigh in relief that she knows enough English that I'm not going to have to try and backhack Pathing into acting as a translator.

    "You can call me Laplace, I'm here to ask you for a favor and offer one in return."

    Shinobu gives me an apathetic look, probably expecting something along the lines of research help of something like that, if I remember her backstory right.

    "I need you to use Testament to install Moonspeak into my brain. In return I can either give you enough cash to set you up for the rest of your life, or help you with that little issue with your Sisters."

    There we go, she freezes for a moment, before brown eyes widen as a look of panic breaks the emotional apathy that seemed all encompassing. "W-what?! How do- No, not here, follow me." Given that I don't speak Japanese yet, I follow, bemused, as she grabs my sleeve and drags me into a nearby lab. Keycard and password locked as it is, this is probably the most secure place on campus.

    …

    hahahahaha, nah, they probably have an underground complex knowing this series.

    Might have to look into that.

    "Right, who are you? And why do you know about Radio Noise if you can't even speak Japanese?" She's a lot cuter when she's panicking.

    I tap her on the shoulder as she starts looking around. "Calm down, I haven't told anyone, and I'm fairly sure the way I found out isn't really going to work for anyone else."

    Grinning, I lean in. "And that means I can help you with them rather easily. You finish the data stick yet?"

    She pushes me back as her eyes widen. "How do you know about that? I haven't even started yet! And tell me who you are already!"

    I point to the roof as a thought occurs. "Any chance this place is bugged?" Because, well, this is Academy City. There are invisible nanobots that spy on people if I remember my wiki-walk right.

    She shakes her head, which moves her hair enough for me to affirm, yes, purple is her natural hair color. Works better than I would have thought.

    "Right then, you can call me Laplace. The equivalent of a L 5 Precog told me, along with most of a potential future that reaches about two years ahead of now. The fact that Testament has been used to program the clones, that Level Upper is a directive or reversed use of the tech and that clones are human when you really get down to it. I'm in a death game for more power than the fucking One-Way Road and need your help."

    Enough truth and shocks to the system leave her off guard, so now when I make the offer properly, bluntly pressing the button that is Radio Noise?

    "I need Japanese faster than I can learn it, and I need anything else you can give me using Testament. In return I'll help you fix the mistake you made with the Sisters, and give you a hand shutting down the Level 6 Shift Project."

    What can she do but agree?
     
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    • One, this is amazing. Two, I would really die with my journal, considering that the entries would be half a page long, hand written, bare minimum.
     
    Archeo Lumiere said:
    One, this is amazing. Two, I would really die with my journal, considering that the entries would be half a page long, hand written, bare minimum.
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    How come? What abilities do you think you'd get? My own journal isn't anything like what I'd write myself, for example, and they moreso fit personality traits in their abilities and notes than anything one would tend to write themselves IIRC.
     
    Mizu said:
    How come? What abilities do you think you'd get? My own journal isn't anything like what I'd write myself, for example, and they moreso fit personality traits in their abilities and notes than anything one would tend to write themselves IIRC.
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    Oh, there's a journal I'm mandated to write in at least two days a week, with varying questions. It would probably be an "a picture's worth a thousand words" type entry system, a picture from the future along with half a page of pertinent information.
     
    InfiniteDaze said:
    There is a reason this took so long.

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    I needed a laugh to keep my sanity for this weekend XD thanks Daze. (hands you an award) You win the internet for a day XD

    Quest said:
    Not agree.
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    Not agree to disagree then disagree without not being in agreement. Tehe. Its a double edged sword full of confusion and chaos :p

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    "Hey! Are you alright?"

    The hell does it look like?

    "Hell no..." I groan through my teeth.

    "Um, english? Uh..."

    I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. A girl with short black hair and a flower headband stood over me.

    "Hurt?" She asked, accent clearly coming through the english.

    "Food." I reply.

    She forms an "oh" with her mouth and sticks out her hand. I take it and slowly lift myself to my knees, only to fall back down again.

    "Um, help?"
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    U-i-ha-ru... (In annoyed voice) always screwing up but always so helpful :)

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    I blink at the message. What did I mean by...

    "Help! Someone help!"

    "It hurts! It hurts!"

    "Get me out of here!"

    "I don't want to die!"

    ...I couldn't understand the screams but I got the general message.

    Save me.

    I peaked out from the alleyway and froze in horror. The screams were coming from a burning building. The fire slowly spreading to others. I could see people going in and coming out with burnt figures.

    Oh god. Why?

    Tears threatened to come to my eyes. Suddenly, I spotted the figure who caused this. She also looked horrified and was running away.

    I was tempted. I was so tempted to go grab her and throw her into that fire, but I know I can't do it. I'm too weak to do anything. What these people need is a hero.

    And I'm no hero.

    I helped caused this tragedy in the first place. So slowly, I climb to my feet, and walk away.

    Guilty conscience and all.
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    Well, kinda nice and dark if you think about it, but holy crap, I don't think I'd be able to sit well with myself knowing what had truly happened, because I just somehow fucked around with Canon (and ingored myself) and just massively shifted the playing field.
     
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    It's quite ballsy how random Japanese females keep walking up to potentially homeless older men who they don't know. And inviting them into their homes. Just thought I should note that.
     
    BeYawn'd said:
    It's quite ballsy how random Japanese females keep walking up to potentially homeless older men who they don't know. And inviting them into their homes. Just thought I should note that.
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    Hey! SI me got her to give him free lunch, grabbed her phone number, and walked right out of there.

    ...Unless you were talking about Lewis. In that case, yeah, I have no idea what he's thinking. Freaking catfish...
     
    InfiniteDaze said:
    I noticed a long time ago that everyone is running into a middle/high school girl, but we all handle it in different ways. Lewis gets along instantly, Mizu argues, I ditch her, and Nero throws something at her face.
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    Indeed... Wait, what was that last one? I don't think Blondie was a high school girl. Or do you mean scientist chick? He didn't really.... Ah whatever. Nero's thing is seeming a bit cliché with the usual I am genre savvy I have an offer thing, I kinda like Mizu's thing. It's weird, but cool. And Lewis's thing seems sort of unrealistic. Japanese people probably aren't that open, even in Academy City.
     
    This is good and I hope you guys can keep up the good work.

    Anyways, I got an idea of a diary that you guys can use if you like and its called the Laplace Diary which is pretty much the Laplace Mail from Devil Survivor.

    The Laplace Diary recieves an e-mail every morning in 8:30AM that lists certain events that occurs during the day. The events are sometimes specific and sometimes say who is going to die and what or who killed him. This diary also allows the holder to see the Death Clocks of people which shows how many days a person has to live if they have 9 or less days left. If the clock shows 0, then the person will die sometime during the day unless the event is averted in which case, the clock rises.

    However, the Laplace Diary has flaws in that the holder can't see their own death clock and that averting too much events shown by the diary will cause the newer messages to start distorting and the diary will eventually stop working if too much predicted events are changed.
     
    BeYawn'd said:
    Indeed... Wait, what was that last one? I don't think Blondie was a high school girl. Or do you mean scientist chick? He didn't really.... Ah whatever
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    Nero threw a diary at Kuroko in his first chapter
    ShinyBlade said:
    This is good and I hope you guys can keep up the good work.

    Anyways, I got an idea of a diary that you guys can use if you like and its called the Laplace Diary which is pretty much the Laplace Mail from Devil Survivor.

    The Laplace Diary recieves an e-mail every morning in 8:30AM that lists certain events that occurs during the day. The events are sometimes specific and sometimes say who is going to die and what or who killed him. This diary also allows the holder to see the Death Clocks of people which shows how many days a person has to live if they have 9 or less days left. If the clock shows 0, then the person will die sometime during the day unless the event is averted in which case, the clock rises.

    However, the Laplace Diary has flaws in that the holder can't see their own death clock and that averting too much events shown by the diary will cause the newer messages to start distorting and the diary will eventually stop working if too much predicted events are changed.
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    No.

    ...Yes? I mean we could modify an already existing one to...

    No.

    It should be stated that all the diaries have already been made. Sorry, but we're really not accepting any diary ideas.

    I think.
     
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